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Shadow of the Hegemon, the - Book 2 (Ender)

Shadow of the Hegemon, the - Book 2 (Ender)

Titel: Shadow of the Hegemon, the - Book 2 (Ender)
Autoren: Orson Scott Card
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kill Bean.
    Or would Achilles insist on being there in person?
    Probably not. Achilles was not a sadist. He killed with his own hands when he needed to, but would never put himself at risk. Killing from a distance would actually be preferable. Using other hands to do his work.
    Who else would want Bean dead? Any other enemy would seek to capture him. His test scores from Battle School were a matter of public record since Graff's trial. The military in every nation knew that he was the kid who in many ways had topped Ender himself. He would be the one most desired. He would also be the one most feared, if he were on the other side in a war. Any of them might kill him if they knew they couldn't take him. But they would try to take him first. Only Achilles would prefer his death.
    But he said nothing of this to his family. His fears about Achilles would sound too paranoid. He wasn't sure whether he believed them himself. And yet, as he ran along the beach with his family, he grew more certain with every step that whoever had kidnaped Petra was in some way under Achilles' influence.
    They heard the rotors of helicopters before they saw them, and Nikolai's reaction was instantaneous. "Inland now!" he shouted. They scrambled for the nearest wooden stairway leading up the cliff from the beach.
    They were only halfway up before the choppers came into view. There was no point in trying to hide. One of the choppers set down on the beach below them, the other on the bluff above.
    "Down is easier than up," said Father. "And the choppers do have Greek military insignia."
    What Bean didn't point out, because everyone knew it, was that Greece was part of the New Warsaw Pact, and it was quite possible that Greek military craft might be acting under Russian command.
    In silence they walked back down the stairs. Hope and despair and fear tugged at them by turns.
    The soldiers who spilled out of the chopper were wearing Greek Army uniforms.
    "At least they're not trying to pretend they're Turks," said Nikolai.
    "But how would the Greek Army know to come rescue us?" said Mother. "The explosion was only a few minutes ago."
    The answer came quickly enough, once they got to the beach. A colonel that Father knew slightly came to meet them, saluting them. No, saluting Bean, with the respect due to a veteran of the Formic War.
    "I bring you greetings from General Thrakos," said the colonel. "He would have come himself, but there was no time to waste when the warning came."
    "Colonel Dekanos, we think our sons might be in danger," said Father.
    "We realized that the moment word came of the kidnapping of Petra Arkanian," said Dekanos. "But you weren't at home and it took a few hours to find out where you were."
    "We heard an explosion," said Mother.
    "If you had been inside the house," said Dekanos, "you'd be as dead as the people in the surrounding houses. The army is securing the area. Fifteen choppers were sent up to search for you -- we hoped -- or, if you were dead, the perpetrators. I have already reported to Athens that you are alive and well."
    "They were jamming the cellphone," said Father.
    "Whoever did this has a very effective organization," said Dekanos. "Nine other children, it turns out, were taken within hours of Petra Arkanian."
    "Who?" demanded Bean.
    "I don't know the names yet," said Dekanos. "Only the count."
    "Were any of the others simply killed?" asked Bean.
    "No," said Dekanos. "Not that I've heard, anyway."
    "Then why did they blow up our house?" Mother demanded.
    "If we knew why," said Dekanos, "we'd know who. And vice-versa."
    They were belted into their seats. The chopper rose from the beach -- but not very high. By now the other choppers were ranged around them and above them. Flying escort.
    "Ground troops are continuing the search for the perpetrators," said Dekanos. "But your survival is our highest priority."
    "We appreciate that," said Mother.
    But Bean was not all that appreciative. The Greek military would, of course, put them in hiding and protect them carefully. But no matter what they did, the one thing they could not do was conceal the knowledge of his location from the Greek government itself. And the Greek government had been part of the Russia-dominated Warsaw Pact for generations now, since before the Formic War. Therefore Achilles -- if it was Achilles, if it was Russia he worked for, if, if -- would be able to find out where they were. Bean knew that it was not enough for him to be in protection.
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