The chuckle he couldn’t quite suppress threatened to turn into a gleeful cackle, but only until the citizen lieutenant darted a look over his shoulder at him. For a moment, the bland-faced young man looked frightened, but then he began to chuckle himself and gave the citizen major general the broad, vapid smile of someone “sharing” in a joke he didn’t have a clue about. That, unfortunately, was one of the things Thornegrave could not abide. It was one thing for a senior officer to invite a junior to share a joke; it was quite another for some kiss-ass young prick who thought he was showing his sophistication to deal himself into a joke he didn’t even begin to comprehend.

The citizen major general cut his own chuckle off instantly and gave the citizen lieutenant—Rodham, Guillermo, the kid’s name patch said, he noticed—a sudden, cold glance. The citizen lieutenant immediately stopped laughing, swallowed hard, turned away, and punched the lift button again, as if that could somehow magically conjure the slow-arriving car into existence. He stood absolutely silent, as erect as if someone had inserted a broom handle up his backside, while small beads of perspiration dewed his hairline, and Thornegrave looked away once more, satisfied with the effect.

Unfortunately, in looking away his eye fell on Farnese’s crest, and he felt a familiar sour distaste as it did. The crest said “PNS Farnese,” and that always irritated him. After all, the battlecruiser wasn’t a Navy ship; she belonged to State Security, and her designation should reflect that. Except that the Navy’s position was that she was only a Navy ship which was assigned to StateSec, as if the true guardians of the People’s safety had no right to put on the airs of “real” warriors.

Of course, Thornegrave conceded, hanging SSS on the front of a ship’s name would probably look a little funny, but it’s the principle of the thing! The Navy and the Marines represent vestigial holdovers from the decadent elitism of the Old Regime. It’s past time that State Security absorbed them both into a single organization whose loyalty to the People and State can be absolutely relied upon. The people’s commissioners are a move in the right direction, but there’s still too much room for recidivists to secretly sabotage the war and the Revolution alike. Surely Citizen Secretary Saint-Just and Citizen Chairman Pierre realize that, don’t they?

No doubt they did, he told himself once more as the lift finally arrived and Citizen Lieutenant Rodham bowed and scraped him into it. And he had no doubt that, in time, they would act upon their realization. But timing continued to be the problem. Making changes like that in the middle of a war fought on such a scale would always be difficult, and the fact that McQueen and her uniformed, elitist relics had finally knocked the Manties back on their heels made it even more difficult now… for the moment, at least. Well, he’d seen to it that the Navy knew who was in charge here in Shilo, at any rate! And he supposed StateSec would have to settle for a gradualist approach… at least until McQueen overstepped and gave Saint-Just an excuse.