Chapter 923 – Free World I Guard

“Honey, you’re getting better at talking.” Alan Wilson’s negative emotions over India getting a space program had eased a little, and since the matter was settled, it was a matter of looking at it as it went along.

Even if India had started spaceflight a few years earlier, it wouldn’t necessarily change anything.

His intuitive view of India was that it was large and populous, and it was hard to think of any other advantages besides that.

Geographically, India is crushed by the Himalayas, the Indus River basin is all but lost, and the mouth of the Ganges is lost. The climate is extreme in the dry and rainy seasons, and the main food-producing areas are surprisingly semi-arid like the Punjab, so it’s safe to assume that innately it can’t stand up to China.

This is unchangeable, and no bullish key politician can change India’s natural climate and resources.

To say that China is now proposing a space program would be worth looking into, because China, while not a perfect civilization, is a dimension above India in terms of talking the talk.

In the news of the latter days, in a certain year, countries have proposed new space programs, and for a while it seems like the glory days of the space race have returned, but when it comes to the year when it should be fulfilled, only China has brought out the results according to the plan, and as for the rest of the countries? That’s just talk, where to fulfill the campaign promises, it’s a joke.

Alan Wilson still value China as an enemy, the national system in addition to the big ball sports on the promotion is not so big, in other areas is still quite powerful.

Speaking of sports, next year is the World Cup, when the Newfoundland Crown Dependency will be able to make another fortune.

The Olympic Games and the World Cup, which alternate twice in four years, have become the happiest time for the residents of the Crown Dependency of Newfoundland, and it will be a feast for the whole of Newfoundland if it doesn’t come to that time.

As for what the Cold War confrontation, the space race, from a place with only more than 200,000 people, is too far away, Iceland is the most suitable opponent for Newfoundland.

A term of office for the benefit of a party, when the term of office in Newfoundland, but also in the later days in the middle of the Newfoundland Crown Territory to help, no matter where Allen Wilson is, always get local financial support.

This, of course, also has to do with the Mountbatten Group positioning Newfoundland as the North American headquarters, and by now a virtuous circle has been formed.

Allen Wilson, who was enjoying a wonderful holiday life in Perth, welcomed a guest this day, and after determining that he was specifically looking for himself, he met with the person who came to him at the Mountbatten Building in Perth.

“Mr. Wilson, how delightful to meet you. My name is George, from the NSA,” the man claiming to be from the NSA opened his mouth to introduce himself, and indeed Alan Wilson had been able to make out the other man’s American accent.

“So it’s No, Such, Agency,” Allen Wilson was equally polite making jokes about not having this bureau, but still wanted to confirm the other party’s identity, “Since you’re an ally, it must be something important.”

“Mr. Wilson, the United States is dealing with Soviet space competition, mind you.” George mused, “We have communicated with London through our five eyes, hoping to cooperate in the space field. This will allow for a better response to the Soviet threat, it’s just that ……”

“Just what?” Alan Wilson raised an eyebrow, could it be that the United States wanted to proceed with the alliance for nothing again, if so, he had to go back to London and take the matter of the United States tearing up the Atomic Energy Sharing Treaty and say something about it.

“Mr. Wilson, we know that there has been a great deal of progress in space launches on the British side. There have also been frequent launches recently. We are not spying on our allies, it’s all from public information.” George hesitated and said, “What Washington and London have communicated is that they can delay the launch schedule until after December 18th, when the U.S. has a launch scheduled?”

“Whoa?” Alan Wilson folded his arms across his chest and looked the other man up and down, “The US wants the UK to launch their own artificial satellite after the US succeeds?”

“That’s not what it means.” George hurriedly shook his head, “Mr. Wilson, just delaying it until after our next launch isn’t asking Britain to suspend its entire space program.”

“I don’t think so!” Alan Wilson thought with an expressionless face, rather than putting words in his mouth, “Mr. George, I’ll have to wait for instructions from London, I’m just in charge of the administration of the launch site, and why don’t you go to Marshal Slim?”

George was a little embarrassed, how would he know if a British Field Marshal had a good temper or not. In any case, the current Governor-General of Australia was a highly decorated marshal, and his door-to-door backroom maneuvering might have angered an old soldier.

“It was Senator McCarthy who felt that the special Anglo-American relationship would enable Britain to look to the interests of the whole of the free world to enable the United States to make another launch.” George could only bring McCarthy up and hope it worked.

“Joseph?” Alan Wilson had already made up his mind, and pretended to be silent, “Since it’s him, it’s only right that I should help. As long as there are no problems on London’s side, my side can naturally wait slowly for the timing of the launch to ensure the success rate. Actually, what does the second and third have to do with it. When London has a decision to make, we’ll meet next time to talk about it formally.”

Alan Wilson shook the other man’s hand in a friendly manner and worked out that he could come straight to the door next time, then said a friendly goodbye and returned to his wife’s boudoir, “Get me a well-oiled recording set, I want to document the special Anglo-American relationship.”

“Darling, you should have gone to work for MI6.” Pamela Mountbatten smiled like a little fox, then stifled a sigh, “Unfortunately getting into that kind of department is not so easy for the Clan Cabinet Secretary.”

Two days later, Alan Wilson, on home turf, had the sense to start channeling close American allies, and in the presence of Australian intelligence, requested that the entirety of the British delay in launching be videotaped.

“Senator Kennedy? He’s a young and promising man.” In the middle of the conversation, he heard the other party mention the promising senator of the Democratic Party, and Alan Wilson, who was deeply impressed with the possibility of a windfall, started to lead the Americans to evaluate the political newcomer without a trace.

“To say Senator Kennedy, he’s had a lot of affairs.” Just because one is an intelligence officer does not mean that the man must be an aloof person, and clearly George was not, and he was equally concerned about what was going on down the line.

The rich history of Senator Kennedy’s love affairs alone took up half an hour of the conversation, during which the Australian intelligence officer joined in with an occasional outburst of exclamation and intermittent outbursts of lewd laughter, which any man who knows how to understand understands.

“Someone said Kennedy had premature ejaculation.” Pamela Mountbatten came over to look for her husband just in time to see Alan Wilson play the heavy hitters from today’s meeting and couldn’t help but frown, “That’s all the talk?”

“Might come in handy someday.” Alan Wilson thought to himself that he had recorded all of Reagan’s political leanings, this time it was just adding JFK, no big deal, just US intelligence officials saying that the future president had premature ejaculation plus moral turpitude, and quite a bit more that he had deliberately channeled.

“If you say it will work, it will work. But the Americans really went overboard, making Britain delay the launch for their own benefit.” Pamela Mountbatten crumbled with dissatisfaction.

“We delayed the launch until after the eighteenth day, even if we promised the Americans.” Alan Wilson was full of concern, the first is gone, who the second and third order is, it means little.

Besides, London had already promised, what reason did he have to object? Now it’s up to the US to rise to the occasion, and if it still pulls the crotch, then don’t blame him.

Alan Wilson positioned the next British launch for December 25th, a week after the American launch time, and it wasn’t long before London gave the go-ahead.

“In fact, it goes without saying that the United States must have made a chest-thumping stand before our diplomats.” Alan Wilson’s face went queer for a moment, as if he smelled intrigue in it.

“What’s going on?” Pamela Mountbatten wondered what her man saw.

“If the United States’ confidence is based on the launch success rate, even in its arrogance it doesn’t really think that the next launch will definitely succeed, but in diplomatic rhetoric, the United States can’t say that it doesn’t have enough confidence, can it? So the confidence is feigned. Our confidence in the United States is also feigned.”

Pamela Mountbatten listened to her husband’s explanation and savored it half-heartedly, “So what exactly does that mean.”

“America knew it wasn’t ready, and Britain knew America wasn’t ready. But America pretends to be ready, and Britain pretends to believe America is ready. In reality America is not ready, and Britain knows America is not actually ready. That’s about it.”

“So the end result is.” Pamela Mountbatten added with a sidelong glance at her husband “The worst possible outcome for America.”

“Britain gave America the chance, America didn’t take it herself.” Alan Wilson tilted his head toward the sky and muttered, “Of course that depends on whether or not this American launch is successful.”

The Cape Caravelle Launch Center in Florida, the rocket on the launch pad was ready, a javelin-like shaped fellow, built by the great Jet Propulsion Laboratory, the rocket would carry the expectations of the first American artificial satellite in the sky, and the citizens of the entire United States of America were eagerly awaiting the government, to give the Soviet Union a definitive response, in terms of aerospace science and technology.

With the good wishes of the citizens of the United States, the countdown began, the rocket lifted off smoothly until it disappeared into the sky, was it a success?

“Just in from the US, the satellite on the American side is not in its intended orbit, it’s our turn.” Alan Wilson arrived at the launch site again, “I wonder if we can give the free world a Christmas present.”

The US is just trying to have fun, the real guardian of the free world has to be my Great Britain.