Mark, Juraens, and Morgan entered the chamber and found the French, Russian, British, and Chinese delegates awaiting them. Startled, Mark asked, “Where are the others?” The horseshoe shaped table had many empty seats. The chairs behind the delegates were empty of assistants, aides, or translators.
::What others?:: Juraens looked quizzically at his Bonded.
“Where are the other ten elected members of the Security Council?” Mark looked at Morgan as if he were at fault.
“It was decided that the permanent members should take care of negotiations.” Nigel Ravenswald, the British Ambassador said in a mild tone of voice. “Please sit.”
“By whom?” Mark was belligerent.
“The General Assembly…” the Russian, Boris Soklov answered.
::They could be lying.:: Mark put his hand on Juraens’ forearm.
“B
