“No. No, you’re right,” Chernock said, and grimaced sourly. “All right, we need a ground combat element—probably a good-sized one—and an escort capable of taking on the orbital defenses. Damn!” He slammed a fist down on his com unit. “That probably means we do have to send all the way back to the capital!”

“Not necessarily, Sir.”

“What do you mean?” Chernock turned back to the citizen colonel, and Therret shrugged.

“I read a report on the Cerberus defenses a couple of months ago, Sir. It was generated by the NavInt Section after that disgrac—” He stopped himself as he remembered who had been responsible for the tardy response to another escape attempt to which he had been about to apply the adjective. “After that unfortunate business with Citizen Secretary Ransom and the Tepes,” he went on after only the tiniest hesitation.

“And?” Chernock chose to ignore his chief of staff’s self-correction.

“It pointed out that the system was much more vulnerable to external attack than anyone with InSec or, for that matter, with our own HQ staff had ever realized. Apparently there’s some way to attack unmanned orbital weapons from long range and take them out without ever entering their own engagement envelope.” He shrugged again. “I didn’t understand it all—it was written from a naval perspective—but the conclusion, I believe, was that even a few battlecruisers could probably blow a way through the defenses. Our own ships here in Danak might not have enough firepower, but if we conscripted a few naval units, we could almost certainly shoot our way in if we had to.”

“We could?” Chernock looked disturbed by the thought that Hades was so much more vulnerable than he’d assumed. Or perhaps he was disturbed by the notion that he might have to become the one responsible for blowing a hole in the defenses StateSec had always thought were impregnable… and use units of the distrusted regular Navy to do it. He frowned in silence for several long seconds, then sighed.

“All right. If that’s what we have to do, then that’s what we have to do. But it’s going to take time to organize all this.”

“It is that, Sir,” Therret agreed grimly, then smiled crookedly. “On the other hand, we should have some time in hand. Hades isn’t going anywhere!”

“No, but if they get their hands on a ship or two, the prisoners might,” Chernock pointed out.

“Not very many of them,” Therret countered respectfully. “It would have taken thousands of unarmed people to overrun the garrison. I’ll grant they might grab off the odd ship arriving solo, but they’d need more life support than they could possibly have captured that way to get any significant percentage of the prison population off-world.”

“And if they sent a courier to the Manties to request a relief convoy?”

“They may have done that, Sir,” Therret conceded after a moment. “I don’t know if the Manties are in a position to respond to a request like that after the hammering the Navy’s finally given them, but it’s certainly possible. In that case, though, I doubt very much that we have enough firepower in-sector to meet them in a stand-up fight. So either they’ll have come and gone before we get there, or they’ll be there and we’ll have to avoid action, or they haven’t come yet and we’ll get in in front of them, or else they’re not coming at all. That’s a fifty-fifty chance of accomplishing something even if the prisoners did manage to get their hands on some sort of courier, and if we send dispatches to GHQ, we can certainly get a relief force to Cerberus a hell of a lot quicker than the Manties could.”