Next day someone had moved Mussolini closer to Stalin.
Göring now sat farther from Bonnet.
But everyone knew better.
Chamberlain started.
"We've spoken of Spain. Now we speak of France in Spain."
He looked to Bonnet, but Bonnet said nothing.
All eyes turned to Moreau.
Moreau didn't blink.
He sat upright, coat still on, hands folded.
"I didn't come to ask permission."
Hitler leaned forward, smirking. "That much is clear."
Stalin drummed his fingers.
"You seized a country."
"No," Moreau said. "I repaired one."
Mussolini scoffed. "With tanks?"
"With engineers," Moreau replied. "Tanks don't build power lines."
"Your tanks cut through three sovereign corridors,"
"Sovereign to whom?" Moreau asked. "To generals who vanished into forests? To councils that hadn't held session in months?"
Roosevelt leaned in, voice calm.
"Marshal, you moved troops into another country's borders. Replaced their administration. Rewired their cities. Do you not consider that occupation?"
