Bean thought for a moment. As usual, his unconscious mind had been processing information in the background, well behind what he was aware of. On the surface, he was thinking about Peter and Petra and the mission that had just left. But underneath, his mind had already noticed the anomalies and was ready to list them.
Peter had taken Bean off the mission and given sealed orders to Suriyawong. Obviously, then, there was some change in the mission that he didn't want Bean to know about. Peter had also brought Petra out of hiding and yet claimed she had never been safer. That must mean that for some reason he was sure Achilles was not able to reach her here.
Achilles was the only person on earth whose personal network rivaled Peter's for its ability to stretch across national boundaries. The only way Peter could be sure that Achilles could not reach Petra, even here, was if Achilles was not free to act.
Achilles was a prisoner, and had been for some time.
Which meant that the Chinese, having used him to set up their conquest of India, Burma, Thailand, Vietnam, Laos, and Cambodia, and to arrange their alliance with Russia and the Warsaw Pact, finally noticed that he was a psychopath and locked him up.
Achilles was a prisoner in China. The message contained in Suriyawong's envelope undoubtedly told him the identity of the prisoner that they were supposed to rescue from Chinese custody. That information could not have been communicated before the mission departed, because Bean would not have allowed the mission to go forward if he had known it would lead to Achilles's release.
Bean turned to Peter. "You're as stupid as the German politicians who conspired to bring Hitler to power, thinking they could use him."
"I knew you'd be upset," said Peter calmly.
"Unless the new orders you gave Suriyawong were to kill the prisoner after all."
"You realize that you're way too predictable when it comes to this guy. Just mentioning his name sets you off. It's your Achilles heel. Pardon the jest."
Bean ignored him. Instead he reached out and took Petra's hand. "If you already knew what he was doing, why did you come with him?"
"Because I wouldn't be safe in Brazil anymore," said Petra, "and so I'd rather be with you."
"Both of us together only gives Achilles twice the motivation," said Bean.
"But you're the one who survives no matter what Achilles throws at you," said Petra. "That's where I want to be."
Bean shook his head. "People close to me die."
"On the contrary," said Petra. "People only die when they aren't with you."
Well, that was true enough, but irrelevant. In the long run, Poke and Sister Carlotta both died because of Bean. Because they made the mistake of loving him and being loyal to him.
"I'm not leaving your side," said Petra.
"Ever?" asked Bean.
Before she could answer, Peter interrupted. "All this is very touching, but we need to go over what we're doing with Achilles after we get him back."
Petra looked at him as if he were an annoying child. "You really are dim," she said.
"I know he's dangerous," said Peter. "That's why we have to be very careful how we handle this."
"Listen to him," said Petra. "Saying 'we.'"
"There's no 'we,'" said Bean. "Good luck." Still holding Petra's hand, Bean started for the forest. Petra had only a moment to wave cheerily at Peter and then she was beside Bean, jog
ging toward the trees.
"You're going to quit?" shouted Peter after them. "Just like that? When we're finally close to being able to get things moving our way?"
They didn't stop to argue.
Later, on the private plane Bean chartered to get them from Mindanao to Celebes, Petra mocked Peter's words. "'When we're finally close to being able to get things moving our way?'"
Bean laughed.
"When was it ever our way?" she went on, not laughing now. "It's all about increasing Peter's influence, boosting his power and prestige. Our way."