The Prime Minister was white with suppressed rage.
‘Alright, let’s start,’ she said shortly, and the three military top brass stood up and moved out into the operations room.
Giving the nod to her Private Secretary, the Prime Minister turned to the camera and met the full avalanche of reaction from her UN colleagues.
It was a chaotic shouting-match; some pressed their one question, others took the opportunity to announce that their own defensive strategies were officially being launched.
It was only when someone leaned into shot on the UK feed and whispered into the Prime Minister’s ear that some order naturally asserted itself as self-interested human curiosity triumphed in reaction to the woman’s peculiar expression.
‘Dear colleagues,’ she began with forced control, ‘it appears that
