No-nonsense General Dee looked up from his papers at the spectacle of the pavonine Generalissimo Muwati’s arrival. Dee ran a calloused hand over his crew-cut before wiping it on well-worn fatigues. His counterpart stopped and clicked the heels of his knee-length patent leather boots, which caused his eleven rows of decorations to rattle beneath his silk-lined cape. Muwati removed his ostrich-plumed headdress and saluted. Dee shook his new allies’ hand and wondered what the politicians had got him into this time.