Suriyawong turned his back on the soldier, walked three paces closer to Virlomi, and then prostrated himself before her.
Behind him, he could hear the soldier saying exactly what he had been told to say.
And after a very little while, choppers began to rise into the air from both sides of the ravine. Bean's troops were on the way out.
Suriyawong got up and returned to his men. His company had come in two choppers. "All of you get in the chopper with the explosives," he said. "Only the pilot and co-pilot stay in the other chopper."
The men obeyed immediately, and within three minutes Suriyawong was alone at his end of the bridge. He turned and bowed once again to Virlomi, then walked calmly to his chopper and climbed aboard.
"Rise slowly," he told the pilot, "and then pass slowly near the woman in the middle of the bridge, doorside toward her. At no point is any weapon to be trained on her. Nothing remotely threatening."
Suriyawong watched through the window. Virlomi was not signaling.
"Rise higher, as if we were leaving," said Suriyawong.
The pilot obeyed.
Finally, Virlomi began waving her arms, beckoning with both of them, slowly, as if she were reeling them back in with each movement of her arms.
"Slow down and then begin to descend toward her. I want no chance of error. The last thing we need is some downdraft to get her caught in the blades."
The pilot laughed grimly and brought the chopper like a dancer down onto the bridge, far enough away that Virlomi wasn't actually under the blades, but close enough that it would be only a few steps for her to come aboard.
Suriyawong ran to the door and opened it.
Virlomi did not just walk to the chopper. She danced to it, making ritual-like circling movements with each step.
On impulse, he got out of the chopper and prostrated himself again. When she got near enough, he said--loud enough to be heard over the chopper blades--"Walk on me!"
She did, planting her bare feet on his shoulders and walking down his back. Suriyawong didn't know how they could have communicated more clearly to the Indian soldiers that not only had Virlomi saved their bridge, she had also taken control of this chopper.
She was inside.
He got up, turned slowly, and sauntered onto the chopper.
The sauntering ended the moment he was inside. He rammed the door lever up into place and shouted, "I want jets as fast as you can!"
The chopper rose dizzily. "Strap down," Suriyawong ordered Virlomi. Then, seeing she wasn't familiar with the inside of this craft, he pushed her into place and put the ends of her harness into her hands. She got it at once and finished the job while he hurled himself into his place and got his straps in place just as the chopper cut the blades and plummeted for a moment before the jets kicked in. Then they rocketed down the ravine and out of range of the handheld g-to-a missiles.
"You just made my day," said Suriyawong.
"Took you long enough," said Virlomi. "I thought this bridge was one of the first places you'd hit."
"We figured that's what people would think, so we kept not coming here."
"Greeyaz," she said. "I should have remembered to think completely ass-backward in order to predict what Battle School brats would do."
Bean had known the moment he saw her on the bridge that she had to be Virlomi, the Indian Battle Schooler who had answered his Briseis posting. He could only trust that Suriyawong would realize what was happening before he found the need to shoot somebody. And Surly had not let him down.
When they got back to the staging area, Bean barely greeted Virlomi before he started giving orders. "I want the whole staging area dismantled. Everybody's coming with us." While the company commanders saw to that, Bean ordered one of the chopper communications team to set up a net connection for him.
"That's satellite," the soldier said. "We'll be located right away."
"We'll be gone before anyone can react," said Bean.
Only then did he start explaining to Suriyawong and Virlomi. "We're fully equipped, right?"
"But not fully fueled."