“The question,” Hall went on, leaning back and crossing her legs while she regarded him with an almost whimsical smile, “is whether you saw it coming or simply reacted on instinct.” Diamato felt his expression try to congeal, but she shook her head. “Either possibility still puts you well ahead of the normal performance curve, Citizen Commander. I simply want to know which it was for future reference. So which was it?”

“I’m… not certain, Citizen Captain,” he admitted after a moment. “It all came together without my consciously considering it, and I suppose you might call that instinct. But it wasn’t all automatic. I… Well, I saw the pattern coming and recognized the possibility, so I had the whole thing sort of waiting in the back of my mind in case it actually happened, and—”

He shrugged helplessly, and she chuckled.

“So you do have the eye, Citizen Commander! I rather thought you might. Good. That’s very good, Oliver.” Diamato managed not to blink. He’d been her second officer for just under a T-month now and her tactical officer for over three, yet this was the first time she had ever used his first name. In fact, it was the first time she’d ever indicated she even knew what his first name was. Yet what truly astounded him was how good it felt to hear her use it with approval.

She cocked her head, watching him as if she were waiting for something, and his mind raced as he wondered what the hell he was supposed to say now.

“I’m glad you approve, Citizen Captain,” he said finally.

“Ah, but you may not be for long, Oliver,” she told him with something which looked unaccountably like an actual grin. “You see, now that you’ve demonstrated that you have it, you and Citizen Commander Hamer and I are going to be spending at least four extra hours a day developing it.” Her grin grew broader at his expression, and she reached out and patted him on the elbow. “I’ll have the Citizen Exec whip up half a dozen new problems for you in Simulator Seven,” she promised. “I’ll be interested to see your solutions to them by your next watch.”

“Do you really think we can pull this off?” Everard Honeker asked very quietly. Lester Tourville almost gave a snort of laughter, but then he looked up with a much more serious expression as the people’s commissioner’s tone registered.

“That hardly sounds like the proper attitude for one of the New Order’s forward-looking leaders of the People’s vanguard,” he said. His voice was more confident than the look in his eyes, and he watched Honeker closely, waiting for his reaction with an outward assurance he was far from feeling. He and his people’s commissioner had been edging closer and closer to a true partnership for the better part of a T-year, yet this was the first time the citizen vice admiral had dared to expose his own contempt for his political masters quite so clearly.