Which was certainly one way to get their hands on the courier vessel they needed, he thought.

“How many of their communications people did we sweep up?” Honor’s question broke into his reverie, and he blinked.

“Uh… I’m not sure,” he said, shaking his mind back to the present. “I know we’ve got some of them, but things are still too chaotic—and we’re still too shorthanded—to really start sorting people out by category yet.”

“I know, but we have to get on top of that as quickly as we can, especially where the com people are concerned,” Honor told him. He raised an eyebrow at her, and she shrugged. “As well as we’ve been able to figure out so far, Count Tilly was the only regular Navy ship ever to come here. StateSec seems to have kept the system coordinates completely to itself prior to that. I don’t know what’s happened to Tourville and his people—I hope to heaven that with Ransom dead someone with a little sanity decided not to come down on them just for being decent human beings—but I rather doubt that Saint-Just is going to encourage them to hand their astro data over to the rest of the Navy. Which means anyone who comes calling out here will almost certainly be StateSec.”

She paused, and McKeon nodded, but he still looked puzzled.

“The SS doesn’t have all that many warships, Alistair. It can’t. Which means that those it does have are part of a relatively small force. Their com people may very well know the Camp Charon com people by name, face, and voice, and if they don’t see anyone they know on screen when they come in, they may get just a little suspicious.”

“Oh.” McKeon nodded and rubbed one eyebrow. She’d done it again, he thought. He was still bogged down in worrying his way through their immediate problems, but she was already two or three moves ahead, considering what they had to do next.

“Even if you manage to identify their com people, do you really want to trust them that much?” Caslet asked quietly. The other two looked at him, and he twitched his shoulders. “I don’t have a very high opinion of StateSec either, Ma’am, but some of them fought to the bitter end against your people, despite being totally surprised. And quite a few of them did exactly the same thing against LaBoeuf and his Levelers. Some of them might try to warn any incoming ships even with pulsers screwed into their ears.”

“They might,” Honor agreed. She didn’t mention that she and Nimitz ought to be able to sort out the ones likely to do that, but even if Warner had known, he still would have had a point. The unlikliest people could turn on their enemies like lions when the right buttons were punched, and even with the ’cat’s assistance, it would be impossible for her to know what those buttons might be for any given person. But she’d already considered that, and she gave him another of her half-smiles.