They began to jog up the beach, matching their speed to Mother, who was limping a little from having skinned one knee and twisted the other when she fell. "Go on ahead," she said.
"Mother," said Nikolai, "taking you is the same as taking us, because we'd do whatever they wanted to get you back."
"They don't want to take us," said Bean. "Petra they wanted to use. Me they want dead."
"No," said Mother.
"He's right," said Father. "You don't blow up a house in order to kidnap the occupants."
"But we don't know it was our house!" Mother insisted.
"Mother," said Bean. "It's basic strategy. Any resource you can't get control of, you destroy so your enemy can't have it."
"What enemy?" Mother said. "Greece has no enemies!"
"When somebody wants to rule the world," said Nikolai, "eventually everyone is his enemy."
"I think we should run faster," said Mother.
They did.
As they ran, Bean thought through what Mother had said. Nikolai's answer was right, of course, but Bean couldn't help but wonder: Greece might have no enemies, but I have. Somewhere in this world, Achilles is alive. Supposedly he's in custody, a prisoner because he is mentally ill, because he has murdered again and again. Graff promised that he would never be set free. But Graff was court-martialed--exonerated, yes, but retired from the military. He's now Minister of Colonization, no longer in a position to keep his promise about Achilles. And if there's one thing Achilles wants, it's me, dead.
Kidnapping Petra, that's something Achilles would think of. And if he was in a position to cause that to happen--if some government or group was listening to him--then it would have been a simple enough matter for him to get the same people to 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 kidnapped 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 who 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.