The corners of his mouth quirked wryly at the last thought, but he banished any hint of a smile instantly. Not that any of his staff would have noticed. They were all still busy looking down at the table rather than meet his eyes.

Hmm… maybe I let myself sound just a bit too petulant there. Or could it be that I’ve been acting just a little more like a hexapuma with a sore tooth than I thought I had? Possible. Entirely possible. Even probable.

“All right, ladies and gentlemen,” he said in a much lighter tone. “They say late is better than never, so let’s just see if we can’t put some teeth into that old cliché. Jenny, what’s the status of Barnett?”

“Our last scouting report is a week old, Sir, but the numbers hadn’t changed since the probe before it.”

Jennifer O’Brien, White Haven’s intelligence officer, was a red-haired, blue-eyed native of Manticore. She was also only a senior-grade lieutenant and a third-generation prolong recipient. At thirty-one, the slender lieutenant looked like a pre-prolong seventeen-year-old, but despite her youth and junior rank, White Haven had specifically requested her for his staff. Just before the First Battle of Seabring, then Ensign O’Brien had strongly dissented from the enemy forces appreciation of the full commander who’d been White Haven’s intelligence officer at the time. As it happened, she’d been right and the commander had been wrong… and Thomas Theisman had inflicted enough damage on the task force White Haven had sent to take Seabring to force its humiliating retreat. White Haven hadn’t blamed his intelligence officer—he’d seen the same reports and drawn the same conclusions—but neither had he forgotten that O’Brien had been right when both of them had been wrong. And that she’d had the nerve to disagree with both her own immediate superior and the commander of an entire fleet.

“Run back over it for us again, please,” he requested now, and O’Brien keyed her terminal.

“Our current strength estimate gives him twenty-six of the wall, twenty-eight battleships, twenty battlecruisers, thirty to forty heavy cruisers, thirty-five to forty light cruisers, and at least forty destroyers. We don’t know how many LACs he may have, but Enki and DuQuesne Base were very heavily fortified prior to the war, and we have to assume they’ll use missile pods to thicken their orbital launch capability. Call it a hundred and ninety hyper-capable units and six or seven times that amount of firepower in fixed defenses and/or LACs.” She made a small face. “I’m sorry we can’t be any closer to precise on that latter figure, Sir, but we simply don’t know the present condition of their fortifications. We know they’ve had their own maintenance problems, and it’s always possible a goodly percentage of their fixed weapons are down, but I wouldn’t count on it. My own view is that if they were willing to reinforce him this heavily in mobile units, they would also have made every effort to put his permanent defenses on-line, and they’ve got the techs for that if they’re willing to take them away from other, less important systems.”