When a tool is forged in darkness, those in daylight fear what it might build.

The ink had barely dried on the signatures when the storm began.

Word of Delon's quiet campaign spread beyond the walls of the Defense Ministry.

It reached the halls of armament companies, continued in the salons of the nobility, and burned like gunpowder through the corridors of political power.

Twelve committee members had been convinced or cornered into supporting a weapon they hadn't yet seen, built by a young officer they never want to acknowledge.

To the old order, it was not innovation.

It was insurrection once again.

Last time with PAP given the situation they allowed it but they cannot let this Moreau ride over their head everytime.

Saint-Chamond factory owners were the first to react.

They met in high-ceilinged rooms.

"Who authorized this?" one voice snapped.

Another spoke.

"Do you understand what happens if this weapon becomes the Army's darling?"