s Hegemon, I've been leading these men into combat that actually made a difference in the world. And you tell me there's been a change of plans?
"Let's scrub the mission," said Bean. "Last-minute changes in plan lead to unnecessary losses in battle."
"Actually, this one won't," said Peter. "Because the only change is that you're not going."
"And you're going in my place?" Bean did not have to show scorn in his voice or on his face. Peter was bright enough to know that the idea was a joke. Peter was trained for nothing except writing essays, shmoozing with politicians, playing at geopolitics.
"Suriyawong will command this mission," said Peter.
Suriyawong took the sealed envelope that Peter handed him, but then turned to Bean for confirmation.
Peter no doubt noticed that Suriyawong did not intend to follow Peter's orders unless Bean said he should. Being mostly human, Peter could not resist the temptation to jab back. "Unless," said Peter, "you don't think Suriyawong is ready to lead the mission."
Bean looked at Suriyawong, who smiled back at him.
"Your Excellency, the troops are yours to command," said Bean. "Suriyawong always leads the men in battle, so nothing important will be different."
Which was not quite true--Bean and Suriyawong often had to change plans at the last minute, and Bean ended up commanding all or part of a mission as often as not, depending on which of them had to deal with the emergency. Still, difficult as this operation was, it was not too complicated. Either the convoy would be where it was supposed to be, or it would not. If it was there, the mission would probably succeed. If it was not there, or if it was an ambush, the mission would be aborted and they would return home. Suriyawong and the other officers and soldiers could deal with any minor changes routinely.
Unless, of course, the change in mission was because Peter Wiggin knew that it would fail and he didn't want to risk losing Bean. Or because Peter was betraying them for some arcane reason of his own.
"Please don't open that," said Peter, "until you're airborne."
Suriyawong saluted. "Time to leave," he said.
"This mission," said Peter, "will bring us significantly closer to breaking the back of Chinese expansionism."
Bean did not even sigh. But this tendency of Peter's to make claims about what would happen always made him a little tired.
"Godspeed," said Bean to Suriyawong. Sometimes when he said this, Bean remembered Sister Carlotta and wondered if she was actually with God now, and perhaps heard Bean say the closest thing to a prayer that ever passed his lips.
Suriyawong jogged to the chopper. Unlike the men, he carried no equipment beyond a small daypack and his sidearm. He had no need of heavy weaponry, because he expected to remain with the choppers during this operation. There were times when the commander had to lead in combat, but not on a mission like this, where communication was everything and he had to be able to make instant decisions that would be communicated to everyone at once. So he would stay with the e-maps that monitored the positions of every soldier, and talk with them by scrambled satellite uplink.
He would not be safe, there in the chopper. Quite the contrary. If the Chinese were aware of what was coming, or if they were able to respond in time, Suriyawong would be sitting inside one of the two biggest and easiest targets to hit.
That's my place, thought Bean as he watched Suriyawong bound up into the chopper, helped by the outstretched hand of one of the men.
The door of the chopper closed. The two aircraft rose from the ground in a storm of wind and dust and leaves, flattening the grass below them.
Only then did another figure emerge from the forest. A young woman. Petra.
Bean saw her and immediately erupted with anger.
"What are you thinking?" he shouted at Peter over the diminishing sound of the rising choppers. "Where are her bodyguards? Don't you know she's in danger whenever she leaves the safety of the compound?"
"Actually," said Peter--and now the choppers were high enough up that normal voices could be heard--"she's probably never been safer in her life."
"If you think that," said Bean, "you're an idiot."
"Actually, I do think that, and I'm not an idiot." Peter grinned. "You always underestimate me."
"You always overestimate yourself."
"Ho, Bean."
Bean turned to Petra. "Ho, Petra." He had seen her only three days ago, just before they left on this mission. She had helped him plan it; she knew it backward and forward as well as he did. "What's this eemo doing to our mission?" Bean asked her.
Petra shrugged. "Haven't you figured it out?"