Blackstone’s features darkened momentarily, driving back the softness, hardening around the edges. Caitlin thought she caught a glimpse of his temper in that brief interlude.

‘History’s idea of a joke,’ Blackstone said. ‘We bailed the Brits out in 1940 with Lend-Lease, now they step in to return the favour. And don’t they love to remind us of the reversal in fortunes.’

‘Blackstone . . .’ Musso sat forward.

‘Easy there, Marine,’ the Governor said, holding up his hand. ‘I will put my rancour away. But I can’t promise it won’t flare. Unlike Mr Kipper, I’m not much impressed by the helping hand our so-called nearest and dearest allies have been lending. I feel the need to check my wallet every time they reach out for us. Kate, the fact is the South American Federation has the makings of a blue-water navy, one that can outclass our own. They’re not there yet, but the trend lines are not good. We are on the way down. They are on the way up. Musso here has had first-hand experience of what we might face, down at Gitmo before he threw in the towel . . .’

The general made a Herculean effort to count the ceiling tiles above his head.

‘Sir?’ Caitlin held up her hand. ‘May I be frank with you? I am not a politician. I might report to one in Mr Culver, for the moment, but I’m an air force officer. I care about the mission. I am not at all interested in writing history as it transpires or interpreting the politics of that history. It would be helpful to my mission and your own interests if you simply gave me your opinion without providing a critique of the President and his policies.’

Jackson Blackstone sized her up and smiled again. It was warm, paternal, the sort of expression he might offer his daughter or granddaughter after she’d surprised and impressed him.

‘Fair enough, Kate,’ he said, leaning back with his coffee. ‘I’m just glad that Machiavellian motherfucker, Jed Culver, saw fit to send you down here on the quiet. Trust a devil like him to recognise one in Roberto. So. Let’s talk unpleasant realities. The Federation Navy poses a significant potential risk to the United States Navy and the Texas Coast Guard in the local theatre of operations.’

Caitlin held the reins of her scepticism tight. Last time she checked, there was no war with Roberto under way and no theatre of operations within which it was being fought. Blackstone carried on regardless.