"Unless you can find the exact page of the Geneva Convention that makes dropping werewolves into enemy territory illegal, I am free to go." I said, confident they would not be able to find anything even close to forbidding it.

Ms Summers, the prosecutor, replied, “It’s not in the Geneva Convention.”

“Then I will be leaving.” I stood and began moving towards the door.

The two guards blocked my path.

“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, it’s in the Rome Statute of the International Criminal Court.”

The two guards seized my arms and forced me back into my seat.

“Article 6, section c defines ‘genocide’ as deliberately inflicting on a national, ethnical, racial or religious group conditions of life calculated to bring about its physical destruction in whole or in part. Would you consider a werewolf infestation ‘destructive’ to the local population, General Kirby?”

“Well… yes, but I meant for them to destroy the rebels, not the civilians… so it wasn’t calculated?” I said, slumping down in my seat.

“Article 7, paragraph 1, section k defines ‘crimes against humanity’ as including other inhumane acts of a similar character intentionally causing great suffering, or serious injury to body or to mental or physical health when committed as part of a widespread or systematic attack directed against any civilian population, with knowledge of the attack. Would you consider indiscriminate werewolf attacks every full moon for two years to cause great suffering or serious injury to the local civilians, General Kirby?”

“It wasn’t intentional! They were only supposed to go after the rebels!”

“Article 8, paragraph 2, section b, subsection iv defines ‘Intentionally launching an attack in the knowledge that such attack will cause incidental loss of life or injury to civilians or damage to civilian objects or widespread, long-term and severe damage to the natural environment which would be clearly excessive in relation to the concrete and direct overall military advantage anticipated’ as a war crime. Did you or did you not know that the werewolves would attack civilians?”

“Well… I… uh…?”

“Yes or no, General?”

“Yes, I knew they would attack civilians.”

“Did you or did you not have a plan to remove them after the war?”

“I was going to use dog whistles.”

Judge Boon blinked at me, “...Are you saying your plan to remove fifty werewolves, plus however many then turned, from a two thousand square mile forest was to whistle at them?”

“It sounds stupid when you say it like that.”

The Judge said “Then please, explain it in a way that doesn’t sound stupid.”

I paused for a moment. This was not a line of questioning I had anticipated. “I was going to send remote bombs in with dog whistles attached. They really rile up werewolves, they can’t help but attack. And when they did? Boom.”

Ms Summers spoke again, “I will concede that is an effective means of removing werewolves from an environment, assuming that you tested it in an environment where the werewolves could simply… move out of earshot?”

“I… I never thought of that.”

“Would you consider the impact of werewolves upon the local wildlife to constitute widespread, long-term and severe damage to the natural environment?”

“Yes.”

“Article 8, paragraph 2, section b, subsection xxvi defines ‘conscripting or enlisting children under the age of fifteen years into the national armed forces or using them to participate actively in hostilities’ as a war crime. Would you consider the twenty-two under fifteens turned by your werewolves active participants in hostilities?”

“I didn’t conscript them!”

Ms Summers sighed, “But your werewolves, released into the area by your command, with no controls or oversight, turned them. They then went on to participate in werewolf attacks, which you had clearly intended those turned to do.”

I thought long and hard, ignoring both the prosecutor and the judge as they demanded a response. Then I said “Can I change my plea to guilty?”