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In truth, Siegel knew better than the young men what that might be, but he knew he had no other way of confirming it than to let them take the risk, and confirming it was necessary for his next choice.

The newer, younger Adjusters who had been indoctrinated with fear and hatred of nuclear weapons and nuclear energy had a hard time imagining and guessing correctly about anything concerning nuclear energy; the slightly older, like the newly middle-aged Adjuster before him, like Baltfelut, had another lack of knowledge of the history of the Naturals, and also had a hard time feeling the thin ice of PLAnt's grassroots beginnings; only the older The PLAnt had been through those discussions, Siegel himself remembered them, and he was aware that his old pal Patrick would never forget them. Those discussions involved nuclear weapons, and something that could replace them in the future, in the age of cosmic warfare.

It was at the height of the Adjuster's independent career, when the PLAnt satellite complex was nearing completion, and the consortiums and mobs on Earth were watching with glee as the Adjusters were banished into the cosmos, while trying to hold a firm hold on the satellite's rights on Earth. At the time he and Patrick were discussing questions about how to maintain their independence, they no doubt and inevitably talked about nuclear weapons and the situation they maintained, where Earth hadn't had a war between nuclear-armed nations for nearly a hundred years.

It is clear that what the Adjusters need is not false independence as colonies or vassal states with troops stationed in other countries, but independence and peace that rivals and surpasses that of the great powers on earth. So naturally they talked about strategic weapons, nuclear bombs were much less powerful in the universe than on Earth and no longer suited them, so what the Adjusters needed was a new weapon that could threaten Earth in the universe, difficult to defend against but with devastating power.

He remembered that they had discussed many options at the time, each of which would be enough to terrify anyone living on Earth, and the nightmare would haunt those who made and used that weapon equally, but the young Adjusters who were there, and who were part of the Independence Movement, were still aware that nuclear weapons were made to not be used, as were these things they were planning.

By now, many years have passed, and to the younger Adjusters, PLAnt independence seems to have become a natural fact of life, with nuclear weapons representing the natural man's evil. But he and Patrick, and the rest of the, not-quite-dead old guys, remembered those things. He didn't know exactly what it was that was being built, but it had to be one of those strategic weapons programs, and worse, it was Patrick, the old Patrick who was slowly losing his cool and his rationality, who was in control of it.

He couldn't help but think that if he were still on the stage, if it hadn't been such a war, this might have been a way to end the war. A battle victory coupled with a test firing of a strategic weapon to deter the politicians of Earth, to make the greedy politicians and the powerful accept the fact that PLAnt had the power to destroy them, and then they would choose peace, a decent, mutually concessionary peace.

But that was no longer possible, PLAnt was well and truly stuck in the war, the volunteers who had originally volunteered for ZAFt with passion and struggle were nowhere near enough to fill their lines, a new batch of conscripts was about to be ordered, and it was clear to him who had read the reports that the numbers weren't really enough, as the Earth Army had begun its counter offensive, and he could already imagine the day when the streets of PLAnt would no longer be filled with young people and adults.

The terminal screen on the table suddenly lit up and then the progress bar for the data transfer appeared, Baltferrut looked up from across the table and noticed how bad Siegel looked, not sure if he was worried about the young men who were filming this or something else.

He reached out and entered the code on the terminal, and images began to appear on the terminal, blurry at first, then slowly beginning to become clearer, the shuttle was slowly approaching with a meteorite as cover, a 3 dimensional structure constructed of metal supports could already be seen in the far corner of the image, it looked like some sort of tower, the shuttle was slowly changing the angle so that the meteorite was no longer in the center of the image, the 3 dimensional tower was beginning to appear from behind the cover of the meteorite.

But more than that, the first thing that Baltferrut noticed were the dots of light moving in the distance, those were jets of light from the ms thrusters, some of the slow moving ones belonged to working ms, and the brighter ones were obviously Zaft soldiers on patrol.

"They're heavily defended, I saw half a squadron, which means at least one squadron was used for the shift."

"I think I already know what this is." Siegel reluctantly reached out, pointing to the pylons that were slowly coming into view, then the bowl-shaped structure at the rear that seemed to be a satellite dish, "Is it possible, to get them to pull back? It's enough to see this."

"Can't do it," the commander with the name of the tiger shook his head, these covert operations had only single line of communication, which Siegel was obviously right to know, "and it's too late."

He had seen some changes in the course of the distant patrolling ms, apparently spotting something, but he didn't see any movement from the ms on the front of the camera, and a bright white light covered the screen, it was clearly a shot from another angle. The terminal's screen then turned into a snowdrop of dots, and floating on top of it, was the red Lost, a sign of signal loss.

"Andy, can I get their names?" The old man looked compassionate and looked up.

The tiger shook his head helplessly.

After a brief silence, Siegel suddenly spoke up and asked, "Do you think that Patrick will actually fire that thing?"

"I don't know him as well as you do, old man, but it seems to me that he will, if that's the weapon that works. Though I'm not sure what it is."

"Yes, yes, I was always hoping he'd restrain it, but, yes, now he's overwhelmed. It's some sort of particle or ray cannon, as far as power goes, one shot could wipe out a quarter of the Earth's population if it was pointed at the planet, if I remember correctly."

Siegel said as he stood up, "I should probably give up my illusions as well."

"What did you say?"

Baltferrut stood up in shock, according to the original plan, Siegel was supposed to be steady as a rock as the last banner of the Moderates, and it was only right that he was responsible for pushing all possible trails onto the rest of the lower ranks of the Kleinites. It took him a moment to remember what happened to a certain anomaly he had felt when he walked into Siegel's studio, the usually pile full of tables was unusually tidy this time, so it seemed like he had been determined for a long time.

"The transmissions have all self-destructed, all that's left is an excuse for my lax management of my subordinates, and you-"

"Do you think he'll leave me alone? I've probably become his last stumbling block." Siegel said as he changed into the outfit he wore when he went out, he looked around his mansion as if to leave one last memory behind, apparently making plans not to return, "His men should have been watching me for a long time, and the defeat of Alaska still needs a scapegoat all the time, don't you think it's suspicious that he's been dragging his feet on announcing the investigation into the responsibility for the defeat? "

"But they don't have the evidence."

"If you have to say it, the evidence is actually there." With a grin, Siegel picked up the picture of his daughter in the corner of the table and placed it in front of his eyes for a final look. The picture wasn't the usual one, but one taken through the window, Laks. Klein's side face, the window and the wall that clearly didn't belong in this room, and Baltferrut seemed to realize what was happening and took a step back, bumping into the chair.

"Is it-"

"Yes. I have friends on Earth, too. Do you think Patrick's ZAFt intelligence would let this show up at PLAnt? I'm afraid their people are more interested in making up silly internet stories about her being assaulted by an Earth official or something like that."

"This..." Balfiruton, who was also a member of ZAFt, felt a little embarrassed.

"If you're still in doubt, that cannon doesn't distinguish between a hit on an adjuster or a natural, and if Patrick were to fire, HsD would be the first few targets on the list." He slanted his eyes once more, glancing at the picture that had been placed back on the table.

"But right now, that strategic weapon must not be finished!"

"So there's still a chance," Siegel asked into the wall communicator, "that their people are out?" The answer came from his familiar old steward's voice.

"Just left the house, two boxcars, four armored cars, ten minutes to go."

Siegel closed the call and took a deep breath, he suddenly had a strange feeling as if he was back in his younger days, fighting with Blue Perestroika's lackeys in the alleys of Earth.

"Like I said, it's already on me."

"So I'm taking you to the battleship? Use Plan B." As a frontline commander Tiger always prepared backup plans and taking people out was one of them, the escape he was ready to make was on a ship that was testing and he had enough men to keep the rest down.

"No, I can't leave PLAnt, you are right about one thing, the moderates have to stick around, it needs a flag, and I can't be a coward who runs away, then we will also lose the people who are still supporting us. I can't leave, but I will leave April City, fortunately I have friends in other satellites."

Siegel said as he walked towards the door, "Next is for me to walk you out, as an end to your visit to my place, I have said nothing to make you feel unusual. If you stay, you know what to do, express surprise at my treason charge but accept it, that sort of thing. If it's Plan B, then you know better than I do."

"It can only be plan B." Tiger shook his head, "If I wasn't a Zaft soldier but a PLAnt politician, like Ms. Kanaba, I could stay, and Patrick would need representatives from every satellite to keep the satellites together. But I'm a Zaft soldier, and close contact with traitors is a dangerous sign, and it's easy to have me show up in a less important position and then find a way to take me out."

"Wait, that's not Patrick's style, he wouldn't be the first to target you even if he became radicalized, much less go on such a fishing expedition, he must have someone behind him."

"That's true, Antebellum, but we don't have time to talk about it. According to the scheduled plan, your time is limited, so let's get out of here and then we'll work together to figure out who's behind him."

On the surveillance screen on the PLAnt street, the two waved goodbye at the door, Siegel swinging back to the house while Tiger drove towards the military port, all clear.

A minute later, some people in April City were busy, and some messages were being sent out to the moon, Earth, and other PLAnt satellites.

Ten minutes later, a loaded search team opened the door to Klein's house, but it was empty, and only the coffee on the table in Siegel's studio was still warm.

Thirty minutes later, an emergency muster training session took place at one of the Zaft port units, the soldiers were removed from their barracks, lined up in the harbor and then dismissed, but some of them did not return to their barracks.

Sixty minutes later, a special Zaft search team crashed into Anteliu . Baltefelut's bedroom in the barracks, but no one was inside. At the same time, a cannon shot blew open the exit gate of the Zaft naval port, and a battleship wasted no time in accelerating as fast as it could. A minute later, the alarm sounded at this Zaft fleet base.

At the same time, on the moon's surface, Jim . Senator Rahel woke up in his safe house, fresh from a nightmare, drenched in sweat, but he knew why that was, because he knew that something worse than a nightmare, a greater threat, was present, like a sword hanging overhead. Then a message popped up on the terminal, the encrypted message containing an even worse message and a place to meet up.

With time running out, he hurriedly grabbed a piece of paper and a pen.

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Moonface. Suburb of Copernicus

A middle-aged man in a black suit and sunglasses was standing on the side of the road, looking around with his back against the high wall of the power plant. This generation was often isolated, the huge power generation system behind it was providing energy for the entire Copernicus, but there were few employees, relying only on this road leading to the city core to maintain traffic with the city, there were no alleyways or homes to hide around on either side of the long road, this place was perfect for avoiding tracking and surveillance, but as a price, this lone man standing here was also bound to be isolated and become a conspicuous. Vulnerable targets.

An electric car with a power plant logo on the side came from a distance and stopped beside the man, and a voice from inside the car said, "Can you tell me the time?"

"No... Didn't have a terminal."

"Looks like you're going to need to borrow mine."

"If you'll lend me."

"I think you'd better come up and get it."

With that said, the side door of the car was pulled open to reveal an empty seat inside, and the man in the suit walked in and sat down with some apprehension, which was indeed the agreed upon code, but the risk of a covert operation still increases with every step you take. There was no guarantee that this man wouldn't give you a bullet and then walk away, he knew he was bound to have a tail behind him.

"There's someone behind it, right?" He asked the motorist.

"That can't be avoided, but I promise we'll get out of here alive, Jim." With the words, the door closed silently.