The Presiding Mortal Force Commands

It was now clear that he had, through the maximal exercise of his authority, full
view of two "ghost commanders" who controlled all communications and functionality
of the thirty-two stragglers. The first was called "Jedi" and he controlled all
the planes in the North-East, twelve of them. The second was called "Scorpio"
and he controlled the twenty that made the Seattle Space Needle Mecca. They
made elaborate patterns, and did vain things, these ones. He wanted to be sure
he knew exactly what he was saying before he took the next step. The next step,
however, came a moment more swiftly than he imagined, for he did not imagine
that who Jedi and Scorpio reported to was at least one degree more intelligent
than he.
The phone rang.
"This is General Philon Lee, U.S. Army Command."
"General Lee... why this is a surprise."
General Lee, you see, was a man of his word.
"Earth High Command?"
"Yes sir. There are thirty two planes I know of, authorized by the President."
"We must keep this between us for now. Say no word of this to anyone else till
you hear from me again."
Of course, as you know, it was not until after the phone call that he had the
authority to wonder... just why did the General call HIM in the first place.
And so the game began. There was a decision to be made. Do as the General
said and not tell anyone till he spoke with him again, sensing by then that
the General was in on this? Or tell someone else... then what? What should
he do?