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X. D“So either destroy that cra, or beer, try to figure out how and what it willbroadcast before it does that”, Plaerman continued. “It might help us. But thepriority is to stop it from transmiing orders to the factory units.”“Roger that.”“I believe you can handle it”, Plaeman said. “ʰ Company Command out.”e video window disappeared from the communications display.e M– soared to the sea, and for a precious few seconds, the platoonfulof men could contain their curiosity. But no more.“What the hell the mayor meant when he said the tower is occupied, ma'am?”Staff Sergeant Haman said.“He means the Roughs Platform is manned by a graying loon called WinstonBates.”“Uh…” Haman said.“He thinks the platform is an independent country, and won't recognise theWorld Federation authority.”“is sounds familiar”, Haman said.“He calls it the Principality of Sealand”, Daleworth said.“Right! I've heard of that, ma'am.”“And last we eed, he's got a gigantic anti-air cannon on the platform. Heuses it to fire at ships and helicopters that approa the tower.”“So why doesn't the WFDF just put an end to that, if he's so dangerous?”Daleworth grinned. “Where's the fun in that?”“Approaing Roughs Platform, ma'am”, Ford said.“Whoa!” Haman shouted as he looked at the monitors showing picture fromthe outside. “Dammit. at's the most post-apocalyptic shit I've ever seen inBritish isles.”“I agree, sergeant”, Daleworth said. “at least if you don't count Sheppey.”Principality of Sealand had seen beer days. Originally an anti-aircra gunplatform in World War II, it consisted of two concrete towers that supported aplatform above them. Despite the maintenance by the Bates family, one of thetowers had collapsed in when a runaway robotic science vessel with a malfunctioningLIDAR collided with it; the disaster miraculously didn't take the platformabove it with it, and the other column was le precariously standing. eplatform had been evacuated and temporarily sawn in half while the family gatheredmoney to rebuild the other tower. Sealand's operations had taken a small hit,and with the rise of the World Federation, the Bates progeny mostly focused onshooting at anything and everything nearby. Even the rest of the family started tothink that Prince Winston D. S. Bates, III, esq., Ph.D. (Faculty of General Scienceand Numeric Maers, University of Sealand, rather controversially accredited bythe currently existant but practically vacant Sealand Board of Education) tookdefence of the glory of the religion, home turf — or metal and concrete — and