"Two hundred million?!" Singh took a sharp breath.
"Compared to the cost of national credibility collapsing, the government falling, and military morale disintegrating, what is two hundred million?!"
Shire Horse growled, "It has already been agreed in principle! Now we're just waiting for your signature and the cooperation of the military! We need those 'wounded hero soldiers' to speak out, even if it's just reading scripts from their hospital beds!"
Singh closed his eyes, images of increasingly out-of-control street protests flashing in his mind, and recalled Gujral's ashen and despairing face. He knew there was no way out for him now.
"...Fine." He squeezed the word through gritted teeth, as if using all his strength, "I'll sign. Have the navy pick a few officers who aren't too badly injured, are clear-headed, and have families to come forward. Tell them this is their last contribution for the country... Afterward, promotions, benefits, none will be lacking."
