nothing to him.
Achilles stepped out behind them-but stayed close to the trees, so he wouldn't be too easy a target for sharpshooters. He was carrying, as promised, a small transport fridge.
"Bean," he said with a smile. "My how you've grown.
Bean said nothing.
"Oh, we aren't in a jesting mood," he said. "I'm not either, really. It's almost a sentimental moment for me, to see you again. To see you as a man. Considering I knew you when you were this high."
He held out the transport fridge. "Here they are, Bean."
"You're just going to give them to me?"
"I don't really have a use for them. There weren't any takers in the auction."
"Volescu went to a lot of trouble to get these for you," said Bean.
"What trouble? He bribed a guard. Using my money.
"How did you get Volescu to help you, anyway?" asked Bean.
"He owed me," said Achilles. "I'm the one who got him out of jail. I got our brilliant Hegemon here to give me authority to authorize the release of prisoners whose crimes had ceased to be crimes. He didn't make the connection that I'd be releasing your creator into the wild." Achilles grinned at Peter.
Peter said nothing.
"You trained these men well, Bean," said Achilles. "Being with them is like... well, it's like being with my family again. Like on the streets, you know?"
Bean said nothing.
"Well, all right, you don't want to chat, so take the embryos."
Bean remembered one very important fact. Achilles didn't care about killing his victims with his own hands. It was enough for him that they die, whether he was present or not.
Bean turned to the hazardist. "Would you do me a favor and take this just outside the gate? I want to stay and talk with Achilles for a couple of minutes."
The hazardist walked up to Achilles and took the transport fridge from him. "Is it fragile?" he asked.
Achilles answered, "It's very securely packed and padded, but don't play football with it."
In only a few steps, he was out the gate.
"So what did you want to talk about?" asked Achilles.
"A couple of little questions I'm curious about."
"I'll listen. Maybe I'll answer"
"Back in Hyderabad. There was a Chinese officer who knocked you unconscious to break our stalemate."
"Oh, is that who did it?"
"Whatever happened to him?"
"I'm not sure. I think his chopper was shot down in combat only a few days later"
"Oh," said Bean. "Too bad. I wanted to ask him what it felt like to hit you."
"Really, Bean, aren't we both too old for that sort of gibe?"
Outside the gate there was a muffled explosion.
Achilles looked around, startled. "What was that?"
"I'm pretty sure," said Bean, "that it was an explosion."
"Of what?"
"Of the bomb you just tried to give me," said Bean. "Inside a containment chamber."
Achilles tried, for a moment, to look innocent. "I don't know what you..."
Then he apparently realized there was no point in feigning ignorance when the thing had just exploded. He pulled the remote detonator out of his pocket, pressed the button a couple of times. "Damn all this modern technology, nothing ever works right." He grinned at Bean. "Got to give me credit for trying."
"So... do you have the embryos or not?" asked Bean.
"They're inside, safe," said Achilles.
Bean knew that was a lie. In fact, he had decided yesterday that it was most likely the embryos had never been brought here at all.
But he'd get more mileage out of this by pretending to believe Achilles. And there was always the chance that it wasn't a lie.
"Show me," Bean said.
"You have to come inside, then," said Achilles.
"OK."
"That'll take us outside the range of the sharpshooters you no doubt have all around the compound, waiting to shoot me down."
"And inside the range of whoever you have waiting for me there."
"Bean. Be realistic. You're dead whenever I want you dead."
"Well, that's not strictly true," said Bean. "You've wanted me dead a lot more often than I've died."
Achilles grinned. "Do you know what Poke was saying just before she had that accident and fell into the Rhine?"
Bean said nothing.
"She was saying that I shouldn't hold a grudge against you for telling her to kill me when we first met. He's just a little kid, she said. He didn't know what he was saying."
Still, Bean said nothing.
"I wish I could tell you Sister Carlotta's last words, but... you know how collateral damage is in wartime. You just don't get any warning."
"The embryos," said Bean. "You said you were going to show me where they are."
"All right then," said