Greylorn

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The murmur of conversation around the conference table died as the Lord Secretary entered the room and took his place at the head of the table.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he said. “I’ll not detain you with formalities today. The representative of the Navy Ministry is waiting outside to present the case for his proposal. You all know something of the scheme; it has been heard and passed as feasible by the Advisory Group. It will now be our responsibility to make the decision. I ask that each of you in forming a conclusion remember that our present situation can be described only as desperate, and that desperate measures may be in order.”

The Secretary turned and nodded to a braided admiral seated near the door, who left the room and returned a moment later with a young but grey-haired Naval commander in uniform.

“Members of the Council,” said the admiral, “this is Commander Greylorn.” All eyes followed the officer as he walked the length of the room to take the empty seat at the end of the table.

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