The confirmation of the presence of the GSN in strength put an entirely different complexion on the tactical situation. The sheer numbers coming up behind him would have been bad enough under any circumstances. The fact that they were Graysons made it even worse. Not just because of the profound respect with which the Republican Navy had learned to regard the GSN, but because of what their presence implied.

“Do you think they knew we were coming, Sir?” Gozzi asked, speaking softly enough to avoid other ears, and Giscard snorted again as his chief of staff followed his own thoughts.

“I think they must have figured out that something was coming, at any rate,” he replied. “I doubt they managed to penetrate Thunderbolt, if that’s what you’re asking. But they wouldn’t have needed to do that to set up an ambush here. All they would really have needed was one analyst with enough IQ to seal his own shoes and they could have guessed what would happen if the negotiations collapsed. And if they did that, even Janacek could figure out this would be the best spot to use for a counterstroke. After all, when you combine the concentration of most of their modern ships with the political significance of San Martin, this is undoubtedly the most valuable target we could have hit. That’s precisely why this is our strongest task force. Which means that if they wanted a place to arrange for us to suffer a mischief, this would certainly have been a logical choice for it.

“If that’s what they had in mind, though, it looks like they’ve come up a little short on the execution end. We know they’re out there now, and they haven’t gotten us quite deeply enough in-system to pin us between their two forces.”

He fell silent once more, studying the displays and pondering options and alternatives. He could try turning on either one of the enemy task forces with his entire force. He’d have an excellent chance of defeating either one of them in isolation, if he could intercept it before its allies could come to its assistance. But if they chose to avoid action with one force while pursuing with the other, they might manage to prevent the interception he wanted. Or, even worse, let him have it but with too tight a time window to defeat the force he’d “caught” before the other one caught him from behind, in turn.

If the Committee of Public Safety had still been in power, the decision ultimately wouldn’t have been his. It would have belonged to his people’s commissioner, and if he’d dared to argue about it he would have found himself shot for his temerity. But the Republic had no commissioners, and he drew a deep breath and committed himself to the decision no admiral of the People’s Navy would ever have dared to make.

“Go to evasion Tango-Baker-Three-One,” he told Gozzi.

“Are you sure about this, Sir?” Gozzi asked in a painstakingly neutral tone.