Area commander Janssen was getting more information than he could handle. Things were happening all over his city, in no sensible order. He needed his deputy commanders, but they were dead. Or his civilian assistant, but he was in prison.
“Sir. Reports from Stran Island say three of the runways are out of action and half the….”
“Spotters report hundreds of planes from seaward.”
“Spotters?” Janssen was furious, “Can they not see anything with that damnable RADIF!”
“Sir, the RADIF was on Stran.”
“Stran docks report ten coastal craft of forty are operational.”
“Sir, our men outside are being fired on.”
The man next to Janssen realised he was shaking. Rapidly everyone in the room noted their commander’s state. The voices faded as they waited for him to collapse or recover.
“KILL THEM!! Kill them all!”
“Raze all the buildings! From here to the glacier! If they are coming to relieve the city then I shall leave no city for them.”
“Sir, is that the best….”
Janssen had drawn his gun and was pointing it at the young officer. It had always been suggested that the weapon was for show and never loaded. But this was not the time to find out if that were true. “Do you question my orders?”
“Then begin it. Now!”
So the order went out. The assembled troops weren’t to report to defence stations, but should proceed to destroy the old town.