Re: Invitation to a party
You don't want to miss this one. Kemal upstairs thinks he's the whole show, but when Shaw and Pack get started in the basement, that's when the fireworks start! I say wait for the downstairs party before you pop any corks.
"John Paul," said Theresa Wiggin quietly, "I don't understand what Peter's doing here."
John Paul closed his suitcase. "That's the way he likes it."
"We're supposed to be doing this secretly, but he--"
"Asked us not to talk about it in here." John Paul put his finger to his lips, then picked up her suitcase as well as his and started on the long walk to the bunkroom door.
Theresa could do nothing but sigh and follow him. After all they'd been through with Peter, you'd think he could confide in them. But he still had to play these games where nobody knew everything that was going on but him. It was only a few hours since he had decided they were going to leave on the next shuttle, and supposedly they were supposed to keep it an absolute secret.
So what does Peter do? Asks practically every member of the permanent station crew to do some favor for him, run some errand, "and you've got to get it to me by 1800."
They weren't idiots. They all knew that 1800 was when everyone going on the next flight had to board for a 1900 departure.
So this great secret had been leaked, by implication, to everybody on the crew.
And yet he still insisted that they not talk about it, and John Paul was going along with him! What kind of madness was this? Peter was clearly not being careless, he was too systematic for it to be an accident. Was he hoping to catch someone in the act of transmitting a warning to Achilles? Well, what if, instead of a warning, they just blew up the shuttle? Maybe that was the operation--to sabotage whatever shuttle they were going home on. Did Peter think of that?
Of course he did. It was in Peter's nature to think of everything.
Or at least it was in Peter's nature to think he had thought of everything.
Out in the corridor, John Paul kept walking too quickly for her to converse with him, and when she tried anyway, he put his fingers to his lips.
"It's OK," he murmured.
At the elevator to the hub of the station, where the shuttles docked, Dimak was waiting for them. He had to be there, because their palms would not activate the elevator.
"I'm sorry we'll be losing you so soon," said Dimak.
"You never did tell us," said John Paul, "which bunk room was Dragon Army's."
"Ender never slept there anyway," said Dimak. "He had a private room. Commanders always did. Before that he was in several armies, but..."
"Too late now, anyway," said John Paul.
The elevator door opened. Dimak stepped inside, held the door for them, palmed the controls, and entered the code for the right flight deck.
Then he stepped back out of the elevator. "Sor
ry I can't see you off, but Colonel--the Minister suggested I shouldn't know about this."
John Paul shrugged.
The elevator doors closed and they began their ascent.
"Johnny P.," said Theresa, "if we're so worried about being bugged, what was that about, talking so openly with him?"
"He carries a damper," said John Paul. "His conversations can't be listened to. Ours can, and this elevator is definitely bugged."
"What, Uphanad told you that?"
"It would be insane to set up security in a tube like this station without bugging the funnel through which everybody has to pass to get inside."
"Well excuse me for not thinking like a paranoid spy."