Victor held the phone, saying nothing.
Outside the window, the streetlights on Paseo de la Reforma were still lit, and Mexico City was still asleep at dawn.
"Colonel Morales."
He finally spoke.
"From now on, you're not defending. You're counterattacking."
He hung up the phone and turned to Bramo standing behind him.
"Notify the Foreign Ministry. Issue a statement that the Squid's attack on the Mexican troops in Sinai is an act of war against the United Mexican States. Mexico reserves the right to take all necessary measures."
Bramo was stunned.
"That's—"
"Notify the Navy," Victor interrupted him, "deploy the entire Mediterranean Fleet. The target is—"
He paused.
"Squid's coastline."
5 AM, Jerusalem, Prime Minister's office.
Shamir looked at the battle report that had just been delivered. The Egyptians moved. The Syrians moved. Those Chechens stormed into the Golan Heights. The Mexicans—they're really going to send a fleet.
The phone rang.
He picked it up.
