Marrina took a deep breath. "What we're going to do," she told her sister. "You understand politics. I'm from a fishing village and hadn't been more than fifty miles from there more than a handful of times in my life before a couple years ago."
She took in a deep breath and let it out. Namor had seemed such a constant, she'd never truly given much thought to the prospect of having to assume command.
"Okay, we'll put the military on full alert, call up all the ranks to active duty. And then I'll record a message that can be taken to the media."
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