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Weapons of choiceYamamoto purred in a deceptively friendly tone, "Tell me, Lieutenant, what was supposed to happen, before the interference of you and your friends." "The… they're not my friends," Moertopo stammered. "I copied files to these flexipads if you want to read them, or watch them," he hurried on. "I have documentaries. There are some good ones there. The World at War. And Victory at Sea. I have the Tom Cruise miniseries. I could-" "I am not interested in your toys, Moertopo," growled the Admiral. "I want you to tell me what was supposed to happen next." Hidaka leaned over to whisper something, but Yamamoto cut him dead with a glare. Moertopo had studied the archival material on the flight down. He was well enough acquainted with a scratch history of the Pacific War to deliver the briefing that had been asked of him. But he was certain these arrogant dogs would tear him apart as soon as he spoke. The way he understood it, they wouldn't-didn't-believe they could lose until well after their butts had been well and truly kicked. It was hopeless. He was trapped ...» |
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