The little red flags were the highwater mark.

Han Tzu gave the order for the dam to be blown up. It would take the wall of water forty minutes to reach the Russian army and destroy it.

The Armenian soldiers had achieved all their objectives. They had forced a panicky Iranian government to demand the recall of their troops from India. Soon an overwhelming force would arrive and they would all be lost.

They thought, when the black choppers came flying low over the city, that their time had come.

Instead, the soldiers that emerged from the choppers were Thais in the uniform of the FPE. The original strike force trained by Bean and led in so many raids by him or Suriyawong.

Then Bean himself stepped out of the chopper. “Sorry I’m late,” he said.

Within minutes, the FPE troops had secured the perimeter and the Armenian troops were embarking on the choppers. “You’re going to be taking the long way home,” one of the Thais said, laughing.

Bean made a big deal about how he was going to go down the hill to see how things were going with the forward defense. The Armenians watched as Bean ducked to go through the door of a half-bombed-out building. A few moments later, the building blew up. Nothing left standing. No walls, no chimney. And no Bean.

The chopper took off then. The Armenians were so happy to have been rescued that it was hard to remember the terrible news they were going to have to take to Petra Arkanian. Her husband was dead. They’d seen it. There was no way anyone in that building could have survived.

23

COLONIST

From: BlackDog%[email protected]
To: Graff%[email protected]
Encrypted using code: *******
Decrypted using code: *********
Re: Vlad’s farewell message

Why I’m writing to you from hiding should be obvious; I’ll give you the detailed story at a later date.

I want to take you up on your invitation, if it’s still open. I learned recently that while I’m a real whiz at military strategy, I’m a dimwit about what motivates my own people—even those I thought were closest to me. For instance, who would have guessed that they would hate a modernizing, consensus-building black African Caliph a lot more than they hated a dictatorial, idolatrous, immodest Hindu woman?

I was going to simply disappear from history, and was feeling quite sorry for myself in my exile, while grieving for a dear friend who gave his life to save mine in Hyderabad, when I realized that the news reports that endlessly replayed Vlad’s message were showing me what I needed to do.

So I’ve made arrangements to make a vid inside a nearby mosque. In a country where I’ll be safe showing my face, so don’t worry. I’m not going to let this one be released through you or Peter—that would discredit it immediately. It’s going to move out through Muslim channels only.

The thing I realized is this: I may have lost the support of the military, but I’m still Caliph. It’s not just a political office, it’s also a religious one. And not one of those clowns has the authority to depose me.