“It isn’t a disadvantage,” he said after a few moments, “it’s a betrayal. The SS have betrayed us all. Make no mistake about it, gentlemen.”
The entire war room fell silent at his words. Junior officers buried themselves in reports or pulled on headsets to relay orders or receive updates. The assembled generals around the map-laden table glanced at one another in unease. Every one of them resented the SS’s growing power. The Wehrmacht had borne the brunt of the fighting in the last war, yet here on Mars, the SS strutted about like conquering heroes.
“With all due respect, Herr Feldmarschall, to say such a thing could—”
“I don’t care!” Seidel said, and crashed his fists down hard on the table.
Models and markers on the map tipped over.
“I repeat, I do not care! The SS knew the British
