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was focused on her neutrino comlink and standard radio/laser comlink panels. “ComChief, any active AV broadcasts by Geneva? Or Brussels? Or by the Dictat himself?”
    She squinted, then shook her head. “Nope. Just the usual early morning talk-talk shows, advertising for the newest home computer system, and various types of fake contest shows.” She looked up, her manner assured and calm. “Do I call someone for you?”
    That was the question. Should they just go ahead and attack the spaceports that passed under their orbital track, like the former NATO launching base at Chièvres Air Base field just east of Casteau, Belgium, or talk first to the Dictat in the hope he would see reason? Jack looked away from Denise and to the holo of a busy Maureen that floated above his Tech panel. “Maureen, what active spaceports lie between Norway and Geneva?”
    The woman looked up from her Battle Module panels. “There is one we are just now passing over. It’s the Andøya Rocket Range on Spitsbergen Island, within the Svalbard group. But the island has been demilitarized for nearly two centuries. Only non-lethal rockets are launched from this site.”
    No need to hit that location. “What about further south. Scandinavia, Germany, the Netherlands, Belgium and so forth?” he asked.
    “Well, a minor launch site is located at Kiruna, Sweden in its northern Lapland province. The Esrange is affiliated with the old European Space Agency. It launches sounding rockets but mostly does space research,” she said, looking down at one of her panels. “No evidence of orbital launches or anti-satellite launches.”
    “Good. We’ll give them a pass. What about further south?”
    “Captain Jack,” interrupted Max from his Drive Engineer seat to the right of Denise. “All fleet ships are in pinwheel formation. I’m keeping the fusion drive at Pinch Mode. So we can emit an exhaust flare within seconds. If needed.”
    Jack looked back at his buddy, who seemed happy to have Blodwen seated behind him. Archibald, sitting next to Blodwen, had his eyes closed and seemed to be sleeping in his vacsuit. Nikola, seated just behind Jack, gave him a smile. “Thanks! We may need to go active on that as we get closer to the equator.” He turned back and focused on Maureen, who looked impatient. “Yes?”
    “Nothing until we pass just east of the Chièvres Air Base launch field in Belgium. That is a known launch site for fusion pulse ships, anti-satellite attack rockets and ICBM spysats.” She looked at him, her expression grim. “Plus there is the Brussels bureaucracy of the Unity. Located in downtown Brussels at several locations like Rue de la Loi, Espace Léopold and Avenue de Beaulieu .”
    “Good.” He looked back to patient Denise. “To answer your question, we attack first.” In the holo Maureen gave a fist-pump. “We will take out the Brussels rules makers and the Chièvres launch field. Then we talk with Dictat Katsaros as we vector over Geneva.” He paused. “However, I will make a global AV broadcast right after we attack Brussels and Chièvres. Be prepared.”
    “Acknowledged. Preparing.”
    Jack tapped on his Tech panel that lay atop his lap, bringing online the Tactical Display of local space and the Fire Control tap spots for his ship’s dual railguns and side-mounted HF laser pods. While he would leave the Battle Module with its neutral particle beam and antimatter emitters to Maureen, he had every intention of joining into any combat that came their way. He glanced at his sister. Who wore a yellow headband over her thick brown hair. The woman’s sober warning that their sister Cassie was likely being held as a human shield was not distracting her from being busy with her Sensor and NavTrack panels. Aside from a brief wave at the front screen image of Ignacio, she had not allowed personal feelings to affect her duty. Which, he reminded himself, was exactly how he should behave during this confrontation with the rulers