Others listening made disgusted faces. "It's routine for us," a military person working to secure contractual work explained to a more civilian-type president. "You might could help me?" The professional nodded. People kept hands tucked into armpits. It seemed that deals were being made on paperwork in trashcans and in regards other topics off the table.
"We call that having a leak," another person explained.
Sometimes government functunaries get thrown together in response to attack. Sometimes they can work together and sometimes they cannot. A "third party" is sometimes necessary to break gridlock or stalemate. The mediators had come from around the world and like Olympiads were in rounds of practice and never-ending debate. They did not have a wall of monitors and buttons to commandeer. And no chains of command to coordinate. They were there as people to guide discussions.
It wasn't a government lockdown. And it wasn't a tyranical move. But in the laps between war and peace process, there were chunks of time spent being targeted and with weapons trained on any possible survivor.
Not really a choice about having some sort of security. Some sort of military action. Some sort of realistic to the idealism of co-existence.
And they all wanted to understand the marvel of America.
"Why does it work for them?" A world leader asked his closest people to ask, to learn.
"What is it about the West that..." Long discussions under the strain of people being shot at and weapons in space being focused on possible solution to total destruction.
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