“Captain Smith is responsible for the destruction of a number of alien carriers, along with smaller ships, the recovery of over two hundred former captives, the capture of thirty-two alien POWs and, last but not least, the capture of an intact alien starship,” James said.  “By any standards, Ark Royal’s cruise through enemy-held territory was the most successful naval operation since Trafalgar.  We successfully gave the enemy a bloody nose.”

He paused.  “We might not have succeeded in liberating New Russia,” he added, “but that wasn't part of our mission orders.”

The First Space Lord sighed.  “Blame the media,” he said.  “They expect perfection – or nothing.”

James nodded, silently grateful that the reporters were off the ship and tormenting someone else.  They’d certainly helped promote the Captain – but they’d also raised the uncomfortable question of why New Russia hadn't been liberated.  At least the Russian government had been smart enough to understand that the planet couldn't have been liberated, at least not without an unacceptable level of risk.  They weren't fuelling the flames.

The First Space Lord looked up at him.  “I believe that Captain – sorry, Admiral – Smith has proved himself,” he added.  “But I will still require you to keep an eye on him.”

“Sir,” James said, carefully, “can I ask why?”

“Two reasons,” the First Space Lord said.  “First, he will be placed in command of a multinational fleet ... and he was not the most capable officer at building connections to the foreign starships.  This time, the other commanders will not be from minor powers.”

James nodded in reluctant understanding.

“Second, because fame and fortune may well go to his head,” the First Space Lord added.  “As his Flag Captain, you will be in position to advise him – and to report any problems before they become public.”

“I don't like it, sir,” James said, twisting uncomfortably.  “With all due respect, sir, you’re asking me to act like a spy.”

“You have been acting like a spy,” the First Space Lord pointed out, coldly.

“Yes, sir,” James said.  “And I didn't like it.”

“You don't have a choice,” the First Space Lord told him.  “The war isn't over – and the deciding moment may come to rest on Admiral Smith.  When it does, I want you to ensure that he’s ready to handle it.”

James hesitated, but knew there was no real choice.

“Yes, sir,” he said.

***

Kurt couldn’t help a thrill of excitement as the taxi made its way back to his home, even though he was nervous about seeing his wife once again.  He'd rung ahead and asked the children to stay home from school, despite the probable anger of their teachers.  He just couldn't wait to see them again.