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Time goes by. Linya, who already quietly turned nineteen, turns twenty. She collects an accelerated master's degree in neuroscience and starts corresponding with various people on the subject.
Pens spread out; the next time Miles sees Elli he gets a white standard-model pen she bought him on Escobar. She has one too; it's silver. She loves it and thanks him for recommending it to her. (She has bought a whole boxful to unload at a markup on the next planet or station she comes to that doesn't have them yet, but doesn't explicitly mention this in case he objects to her cutting into Lady Vorkosigan's margins.)
Miles also has one actual courier mission in there, just escorting a diplomatic pouch from Pol back home, to pad his service record for the less-cleared eye.
There is a visit to a clinic to collect and mystically join gametes, and Linya collects the resulting assembly in data format for editing. She does the grey eyes first and estimates that if she doesn't particularly hurry she'll have a Little Aral What-the-Heck-Should-His-Middle-Name-Be all ready to put in a replicator in two or three years, though she can accelerate that considerably if something comes up urgently requiring the presence of Little Aral sooner rather than later.
And then Miles gets sent off again and is gone for a very long time.
isthisart
spacetobreathe
Vallerie jogs in the direction of her vid-man.
Elli seems relatively unperturbed for someone who's getting arrested. "No big deal, sir," she tells Miles, "I've been arrested before."
Elli seems relatively unperturbed for someone who's getting arrested. "No big deal, sir," she tells Miles, "I've been arrested before."
thisvorlunatic
"But I don't want you to be arrested now," he says, and turns to the arresting officer. "Commander Quinn is my personal bodyguard, on duty, and it could not be more clear that I require her to stay that way!"
thisvorlunatic
"Fine," grumbles Miles. "Fuck... I'll see you later, Quinn. I have to get topside for a shower and a change and hopefully not minor surgery." He waves unhappily and peels off to head for the shuttle before the police can decide to ground it.
spacetobreathe
Off goes Elli.
The Dendarii are of course more than happy to bring Miles up to the Triumph.
The Dendarii are of course more than happy to bring Miles up to the Triumph.
thisvorlunatic
Where he showers, and changes, and consults the fleet surgeon again. She diagnoses a hairline fracture in his left scapula, which explains the agonizing pain whenever he tries to move that arm; he submits to electro-stim and a plastic immobilizer for the arm, which she grudgingly allows that he can take off for his bank appointment later in the afternoon, as long as it stays on for the entire intervening time.
Right. He has a couple of hours before he has to meet Lieutenant Bone and head downside for their bank meeting; he goes looking for Captain Elena Bothari-Jesek, who out of the three Dendarii who know his true identity is the one who is neither currently under arrest in London nor wanted for a capital crime on Barrayar.
Right. He has a couple of hours before he has to meet Lieutenant Bone and head downside for their bank meeting; he goes looking for Captain Elena Bothari-Jesek, who out of the three Dendarii who know his true identity is the one who is neither currently under arrest in London nor wanted for a capital crime on Barrayar.
armswoman
Elena does a combination wave/salute when he comes in, smiling the smile of someone who is in the background very concerned about money.
thisvorlunatic
Aren't they all.
Miles shoos a couple of stray techs out of the wardroom; they clear off, leaving him alone with Elena.
"I've got a security mission for you," he says. "Extremely secret. You're the only person I have right now who can do the job. I need you to get on the fastest available commercial transport to Tau Ceti, and take a message from me - Lieutenant Vorkosigan me - to ImpSec Sector HQ at the embassy there. I have... concerns... about my official line of communication through my commanding officer, and I want you to double-check that someone in that string has not walked off with our eighteen million marks."
Miles shoos a couple of stray techs out of the wardroom; they clear off, leaving him alone with Elena.
"I've got a security mission for you," he says. "Extremely secret. You're the only person I have right now who can do the job. I need you to get on the fastest available commercial transport to Tau Ceti, and take a message from me - Lieutenant Vorkosigan me - to ImpSec Sector HQ at the embassy there. I have... concerns... about my official line of communication through my commanding officer, and I want you to double-check that someone in that string has not walked off with our eighteen million marks."
thisvorlunatic
"I know," he says. "But who else am I going to send? Elli got arrested for saving me from an assassination attempt an hour ago. Baz is still officially wanted for desertion. And I've waited too long already. I should have done this ten days ago, the first time the money didn't show."
thisvorlunatic
"Thank you. Sorry. I'd send someone else if I could." He hands her a data disk. "Give this directly into the hand of Commodore Destang on Tau Ceti. Don't give anyone else a chance to sniff it first. And God, I hope it's not Destang himself who's screwing us. My primary suspicion, which I've embedded in a camouflaging nest of other theories in this message, is that Captain Galeni diverted our funds into his pockets. About the only reason I'm not thoroughly convinced just yet is that he hasn't rabbited with it - would you stay openly on the same planet as a mercenary admiral whose payment you just embezzled? I sure wouldn't."
thisvorlunatic
Right. There's that handled, and in plenty of time for Miles to array himself in his most dazzling not-quite-uniform Dendarii finery, collect Lieutenant Bone and a full detail of bodyguards both visible and invisible, and saunter back down to London for their appointment.
True to his word to the surgeon, he waits until the very last possible moment to extract himself from the plastic immobilizer, ditching it in a public bathroom outside the bank fifteen minutes before he is due to arrive. Freed of its poky blue embrace, he fancies he cuts a very dashing figure in his silver-buttoned grey velvet dress tunic, white-trimmed grey silk trousers, and shiny black boots. He leaves off standing on tiptoe to admire himself in the mirror and exits the bathroom with a spring in his step.
True to his word to the surgeon, he waits until the very last possible moment to extract himself from the plastic immobilizer, ditching it in a public bathroom outside the bank fifteen minutes before he is due to arrive. Freed of its poky blue embrace, he fancies he cuts a very dashing figure in his silver-buttoned grey velvet dress tunic, white-trimmed grey silk trousers, and shiny black boots. He leaves off standing on tiptoe to admire himself in the mirror and exits the bathroom with a spring in his step.
isthisart
What were Galeni's words? His personal security with the Dendarii is "totally insufficient"?
That might be why someone can sneak up behind him and pick him up.
That might be why someone can sneak up behind him and pick him up.
thisvorlunatic
He clamps his jaws down on a shriek of terror, muffling it into a mere strangled squawk of deep alarm, and kicks his legs frantically - least breakable of his limbs.
"Awk! Put me down!"
"Awk! Put me down!"
thisvorlunatic
He spins to get a look at her, face wild with terror and confusion.
There is a half-beat of stillness as the terror and confusion drain away, replaced by a somewhat less awestruck variant of an expression she may already have seen before.
Then he recovers, breaks into a grin, and says in a charming Betan accent, "On second thought, pick me up again and run away with me to a remote tropical island."
There is a half-beat of stillness as the terror and confusion drain away, replaced by a somewhat less awestruck variant of an expression she may already have seen before.
Then he recovers, breaks into a grin, and says in a charming Betan accent, "On second thought, pick me up again and run away with me to a remote tropical island."
thisvorlunatic
He does a visible double-take. Realization dawns across his familiar features. He shakes his head and takes a half-step back.
"Ah, damn - no, I'm sorry. You've got the wrong Miles." He spreads his hands. "My deepest apologies, ma'am. I'd heard Vorkosigan had gotten married, but I'd never seen a holo. I am addressing - Lady Vorkosigan, am I not?"
(His shoulder hurts. So does his soul. He cannot allow himself to display the least hint of either.)
"Ah, damn - no, I'm sorry. You've got the wrong Miles." He spreads his hands. "My deepest apologies, ma'am. I'd heard Vorkosigan had gotten married, but I'd never seen a holo. I am addressing - Lady Vorkosigan, am I not?"
(His shoulder hurts. So does his soul. He cannot allow himself to display the least hint of either.)
isthisart
She nods, just a little, more conversational automatic habit than acknowledging that he can possibly not already have this information.
thisvorlunatic
"Admiral Miles Naismith, commanding, Dendarii Free Mercenary Fleet. I apologize again for - presuming, just now. I try not to flirt with married women; it's bad for my health. Especially when the woman in question is my sister-in-law." Wait, where did that come from...?
isthisart
She squints when he says "Dendarii Free Mercenary Fleet".
She says, at length: "I apologize. You're impossible to tell apart."
She says, at length: "I apologize. You're impossible to tell apart."