5. The View from the Dock
The Prime Minister was in a black mood. She sat on the sofa in her office, having a rare moment of quiet privacy. Just a few precious minutes as the night drew in. Downing Street was crawling with soldiers in an attempt to keep the heart of government safe – heavens knew why after what they had so far witnessed.
They are forgetting, thought the Prime Minister to herself sourly, that there is no true government anymore. The Aliens were running the show. Giving the orders, owning the only feasible firepower...
The military had been hard at work on a new strategy to somehow trap a few of these aliens, disable them, and try to extract their ray-gun technology, which they would then be able to turn against the remaining aliens. Evening out the odds, they called it g
