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Off goes Elli.

The Dendarii are of course more than happy to bring Miles up to the Triumph.
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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.
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Elena does a combination wave/salute when he comes in, smiling the smile of someone who is in the background very concerned about money.

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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."
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"...I'm not anxious to interact with the Barrayaran command structure."

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"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."

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"Why is Baz still wanted?"

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"Because Illyan thinks it bolsters the bloody cover," sighs Miles.

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"Well. All right, then, it has to be me."

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"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."

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"I'd do no such thing," agrees Elena. "I'll get ready to go right away."

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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.
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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.
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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!"
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"I -" She puts him down.

She takes a step back.

"Miles?"
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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."
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"Excuse me?"
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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.)
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She nods, just a little, more conversational automatic habit than acknowledging that he can possibly not already have this information.
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"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...?

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She squints when he says "Dendarii Free Mercenary Fleet".

She says, at length: "I apologize. You're impossible to tell apart."
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...Well, that was... easier than expected. He wonders where the hell she's heard about the Dendarii, and what the hell she's heard. Mental note to check up on that, and -

"Yes, I know," says Admiral Naismith. "I gather that he has a bit of a complex about me. Jealous of my success, I must assume. Perhaps he's cooled down about it now that he's a married man...?"
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"I don't know, as he's never mentioned you. At all."

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"Oh, dear," sighs Naismith. "Well. I hardly expect him to accept marriage counselling from an estranged clone-brother he's never personally met. Does he still think I'm Cetagandan manufacture, by the way, or has that theory been ruled out...?"

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"I have no idea where he thinks you came from, but if he advances the theory when I bring it up with him I will be able to assure him that you are not."

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