“Does the Citizen General wish the Citizen Lieutenant to escort him to the observation blister, Sir?” Rodham asked when the car arrived, and Thornegrave looked at him sharply. Rodham hadn’t been on Flag Bridge when Yang made her offer, nor had Thornegrave yet told him where they were headed.

It seems I underestimated him. He’s got better sources than I thought. But he may be even stupider than I thought, too, if he’s going around showing off the fact that he’s keeping tabs on me. Or is he clever enough—and gutsy enough—to deliberately risk pissing me off by displaying that his ability as an information gatherer extends even to my own movements because he figures his demonstrated value will impress me enough to outweigh my irritation with him?

“Yes,” he said after a moment. “Please do escort me to the blister, Citizen Lieutenant.”

“Of course, Sir! If the Citizen General will follow me, please?”

Oh, I will. I will! Thornegrave decided. And I’ll give you a little more rope, too, Citizen Lieutenant. You’re too full of your own cleverness to last forever, but it’ll be interesting to see how far you get before you fall off that cliff you’re so busy building… and how far you bounce.

“Hyper footprint!”

Honor looked up as the grav scanner chief of the watch called out the warning. All other sound ceased in the control room, and every eye joined Honor’s in swinging to the master plot as the bright red icons of unidentified hyper translations blinked into life. She realized she was holding her breath, counting the sources as they appeared, and forced herself to breathe out and look away, displaying her calmness to the troops.

“Seventeen point sources, Ma’am!” the chief petty officer announced.

“Acknowledged, Scan. Thank you, and stay on it,” Commander Phillips replied. She was the CO of Charon Control now, for Harriet Benson was back in space, commanding ENS Bacchante while Alistair McKeon commanded ENS Krashnark and Jesus Ramirez acted as the fledgling “Elysian Space Navy’s” senior officer in space. Honor would have preferred to be out there herself, but her place was here, with the bulk of her people, and between them, Jesus and Alistair made a team which would be hard to beat. Especially with Benson to back them up.

The scan tech said something else to Phillips—a question this time, asked too quietly for Honor to hear—and the commander nodded. Then she patted the CPO on his shoulder and crossed to Honor.

“Any orders, Milady?”

“No,” Honor replied, watching the plot once more. “I—”

“Excuse me, Admiral, but we have their probable course plotted,” the senior tracking officer said. Honor looked at the woman and nodded for her to continue. “We make it right on six hours for a zero-zero intercept, Ma’am. Their present accel is two-point-one-six KPS squared, which is right on the money for the Longstops, and they haven’t had time to ask for course directions yet, but their heading is right to take them exactly to Point Alpha. I’d say it has to be the Shilo Force.”