After several weeks analysing and discussing the implications of the UIS threat posed by Iran and Iraq's intention to wage war on the west, the Administration finally came to an agreed profile and recommendations format that would be presented to the individual states of Europe. The intelligence community has by now suspected that something big was going on, but, no word about what that issue was had leaked. The security chiefs returned to their hotels and apartments, each with their security cases, containing secure memory cards of evidence and the recommendations. Those recommendations would ultimately change the face of the earth.
Sir James Hennessey, head of the British MI6 headed directly to his embassy, where he accessed the secure connection that in earlier times would have a red encrypted telephone, to his prime minister in number ten, Downing Street, London. Fredrick Matthews had just finished a cabinet meeting and was feeling a little exhausted when his private secretary's head appeared around the door.
“Excuse me sir, Sir James is on the secure connection from Brussels, he says it's urgent.”
“Very well,” said Matthews with a sigh, “I'll pick it up here.” Matthews rose from the couch and went to his desk, where he pressed the illuminated red button on his desk-com. He checked that his PS was gone and said, “Sir James, my friend where have you been, and where's the fire?”
“You sound tired Sir,” started Hennessey, “and I am afraid I am going to add to your stress level.”
“I knew your absence was not a good sign James, what do you have for me?”
“We have a perceived and actual threat from the Middle-east Sir, I am sending the details to you now, but I have a feeling that we have trouble.”
“Is there anything other than trouble comes out of that region?”
“Well Prime Minister, this looks serious, the data includes the recommendations from the ESA, but my advice, if you want it, is to find some cover story for placing our troops on full alert ASAP.”
“OK James, I'll get through the information this evening,” said Matthews.
“I'm staying here tonight Sir, but I should be in my office by lunch-time tomorrow. If you need me you can get me here at the embassy.”
“I'll try not to disturb you until tomorrow James, have a good night.” The British PM closed the connection and punched in a code to bring the download up on his screen. The introduction was enough to scare the Prime Minister into calling Field Marshal (OF10) Sir Alan Robinson, the UK's most senior solder and advisor to the Prime Minister.
“Alan, where are you,” the PM asked.
“Good evening Sir, currently chin-wagging with the old American cousins in Fort Brett.”
“Is that important Alan?”
“Not desperately so, Sir, just reviewing some new tactics.”
“When can you get back here,” asked the PM. “Tomorrow afternoon OK for you, Prime Minister,” asked the Field Marshal.
“That's great, can you come straight here and let me have your ETA as soon as you can.”
“On my jolly way first thing Sir,” responded the Field Marshal a second before the PM closed the connection.