She smiled as they settled back in their chairs. Takahashi was the only one who looked anything like genuinely relaxed, but the other two made a good show of obeying her injunction, and she let her own chair come back upright and folded her hands on the table before her.

“Minotaur is the first unit of a new, experimental class,” she told them. “I realize you didn’t get a look at her before you came aboard, so here she is now.” She pressed a button on the keyboard at her data terminal, and a razor-sharp holo image appeared above the table. Heads turned as her newest subordinates looked, and she saw Stackowitz’s eyes narrow in surprise.

Truman didn’t blame her, for no one had ever seen another ship quite like HMS Minotaur. She was obviously a warship—she had the telltale hammerhead ends—and she massed almost exactly six million tons. That put her in the upper third of the dreadnought range, yet even a casual glance was enough to tell anyone that whatever Minotaur might be, she was certainly no dreadnought. The rows of enormous hatches on her flanks were much too big to be normal broadside weapons bays, and they were arranged in a pattern whose like none of them had ever before seen.

“People,” Truman said softly, “you have just become members of the crew of the first LAC-carrier of the Royal Manticoran Navy.” Gearman’s head whipped back around. He stared at her, and she smiled crookedly. “That’s correct, Mr. Gearman. A LAC-carrier. May I assume you’ve at least heard rumors about the light attack craft our Q-ships have been using in Silesia?”

“Uh, yes, Ma’am,” the lieutenant said after a brief glance at his fellow newcomers. “But ‘rumors’ are all I’ve heard. Nobody ever said anything about anything like… this.” He gave a tiny wave towards the holo image, and Truman chuckled, but then her smile faded.

“If anyone had mentioned it to you, Mr. Gearman, he or she would have been in violation of the Official Secrets Act. A restriction, by the way, which now applies to each of you. You are now officially assigned to Project Anzio, and our job is to get Minotaur—and her LAC wing—on-line, and then to prove the concept. In order to even further safeguard security on this endeavor, we will be leaving for Hancock Station as soon as our first two squadrons of LACs have come on board. The fleet base there will support our efforts, and since ours are the only people with any interest in Hancock these days, sending us there should keep ‘neutral’ eyes from seeing us and running home to Nouveau Paris to tattle. Clear?”

Heads nodded, and she let her chair tip back once more.

“Good,” she said, and waved at the holo image. “As you can see, Minotaur—and, by the way, none of you had better let me hear you refer to her as ’the Minnie’—is an unusual design. Originally, BuShips wanted to build a much smaller experimental model with which to prove the concept, but the projections always called for a dreadnought-sized hull for the final units, and Vice Admiral Adcock sold Admiral Danvers on building her full size. His exact words, I believe, were ‘The best scale for an experiment is ten millimeters to the centimeter!’ ” She smiled again. “So here we are.”