“I believe I will watch it from the observation blister, Citizen Commodore,” he said graciously. “Thank you for the suggestion.”

“You’re quite welcome, Sir,” Yang told him, and her eyes glinted with satisfaction as she watched him head for the lift.

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Citizen Lieutenant Rodham was waiting to play guide again. Thornegrave’s initial opinion of the citizen lieutenant had been amply confirmed in the course of the trip from Shilo, and he was amazed and baffled by how someone as unprepossessing as young Guillermo could convince so many different women to sleep with him. The citizen major general still didn’t like the citizen lieutenant a bit, but he’d been forced to change his mind about him in at least one regard. He’d figured the smarmy, apple-polishing little bastard to be completely useless, but he’d been wrong. The citizen lieutenant wasn’t particularly skilled at his official duties, but he attacked them (when anyone was looking, at any rate) with enormous energy, and he’d displayed a facile wit at borrowing other people’s work or at least explaining away his own failures. More to the point, however, he had a quality StateSec occasionally needed badly: amorality.

It grieved Thornegrave to admit that, for he disliked seeing people in SS uniform who were devoted to the Revolution solely out of ambition, not conviction. He despised such fellow-travelers on a personal level, and on a professional one, he regarded them as dangerous soft spots in the People’s armor. If they would profess one belief out of expediency, there was no reason to believe they wouldn’t embrace conversion to another the instant the winds of advantage looked like shifting.

Yet much as he disliked admitting it, he knew people like Citizen Lieutenant Rodham made the best informers. One had to be careful to ensure that they weren’t “informing” on some obstacle to their own advancement simply to get the unfortunate person out of their way, but people who had no convictions would not be led by mistaken convictions to risk their own hides to protect others. More to the point, perhaps, they had a priceless gift any really good informer needed: they made people trust them. In Rodham’s case, for example, he had not only inveigled Citizen Major Regina Sanderman into his bed, but also into some highly indiscreet pillow talk. Sanderman didn’t know it yet, but Thornegrave did. He and his chief of staff were watching the citizen major very carefully, waiting for the actions which would confirm the disaffection her talks with Rodham had suggested.

I really do hate this little bottom-feeder, Thornegrave reflected as, once again, the citizen lieutenant punched the code to summon a lift car, but the People can’t afford to throw away a perfectly useful tool just because its handle is a little slimy. And at least he does know his way around this damned ship better than I do. I wonder how much of that comes from nipping in and out of other people’s bunks?