"What is it?"
"How do you plan to run the occupational government?" He looked at Brunner as he said these words, turned back to Hayes. "Who will be in charge?"
"The Belgians and Swiss."
"While you carry the crusade elsewhere?"
Hayes' voice was blunt, brutal. "You have five minutes."
"That should be sufficient. Thank you, Mr. Secretary." His face left the screen, and Dubcek immediately went to work.
"Brunner, Wessenberg, Kinsky and Schmidt, get to the evacuation ships. Gunnery and engineering high-officers to remain at their posts; everyone else off. First battleship and remaining cruiser to provide cover for their retreat, then get out themselves—-link up with the reinforcements as soon as possible and put themselves under the command of General Itjes. Go on. Move!"
Masaryk relayed the orders with grim satisfaction. His commander was going to fight.
As the others filed past him with blank, scared faces, Brunner remained at his station. Dubcek looked over at him.
"Get out, fool!" But still he did not move. The aging commander strode quickly over to him.