Drake closed his eyes, though the Situation Room screens had blanked.
Escalation.
The world wasn’t going out in one massive nuclear roman candle as so many had feared in his youth. Instead, global security was being chipped away one little piece at a time. Governmental suppression of its citizens, countered by trade tariff, countered in turn by dangerous military fly-bys, followed by this or that dictator climbing to power, then proceeding to…
Christ, where was it all going to end?
This slow erosion was the old story of the frog in the pot of heating water turned into global reality. Would they find a way to jump out before it was too late? Were they already past that point?
“Thoughts?”
Drake looked up at the President’s question, but Roy was turned to face the third occupant of the
