Petra wanted to laugh. Most of the Battle Schoolers here were older than Achilles himself.
Achilles clicked off the phone and pocketed it. "I'm afraid I told them that I had you as my hostages before it was actually true."
"Caught you with your pants down, ne?" said Sayagi. "You had no way of knowing you'd need hostages, or that we'd all be here. There are no explosives in this room."
Achilles turned to him and calmly shot him in the head. Sayagi crumpled and fell. Several of the others cried out. Achilles calmly changed clips.
No one charged him while he was reloading.
Not even, thought Petra, me.
There's nothing like casual murder to turn the onlookers into vegetables.
"Satyagraha," said Petra.
Achilles whirled on her. "What was that? What language?"
"Hindi," she said. "It means, 'One bears what one must.' "
"No more Hindi," said Achilles. "From anyone. Or any other language but Common. And if you talk, it had better be to me, and it had better not be something stupid and defiant like the words that got Sayagi killed. If all goes well, my relief should be here in only a few hours. And then Petra and I will go away and leave you to your new government. A Chinese government."
Many of them looked at Petra then. She smiled at Achilles. "So your tent door is still open?"
He smiled back. Warmly. Lovingly. Like a kiss.
But she knew that he was taking her away solely in order to relish the time in which she would have false hopes, before he pushed her from a helicopter or strangled her on the tarmac or, if he grew too impatient, simply shot her as she prepared to follow him out of this room. His time with her was over. His triumph was near--the architect of China's conquest of India, returning to China as a hero. Already plotting how he would take control of the Chinese government and then set out to conquer the other half of the world's population.
For now, though, she was alive, and so were the other Battle Schoolers, except Sayagi. The reason Sayagi died, of course, was not what he said to Achilles. He died because he was the one who posted the withdrawal plans on Locke's forum. Being plans for a retreat under unpredictable fire, they were still usable even with Chinese troops pouring down into Burma, even with Chinese planes bombing the retreating soldiers. The Indian commanders would be able to make a stand. The Chinese would have to fight hard before they won.
But they would win. The Indian defense could last no more than a few days, no matter how bravely they fought. That was when the trucks would stop rolling and food and munitions would run out. The war was already lost. There was only a little time for the Indian elite to attempt to flee before the Chinese swept in, unresisted, with their behead-the-society method of controlling an occupied country.
While these events unfolded, the Battle School graduates who would have kept India out of this dangerous situation in the first place, and whose planning was the only thing keeping the Chinese temporarily at bay, sat in a large room with seven corpses, one gun, and the young man who had betrayed them all.
More than three hours later, gunfire began again, in the distance. The booming sound of anti-aircraft guns.
Achilles was on the phone in an instant. "Don't fire at the incoming aircraft," he said, "or these geniuses start dying."
He clicked off before they could say anything in reply.
The shooting stopped.
They heard the rotors--choppers landing on the roof.
What a stupid place for them to land, thought Petra. Just because the roof is marked as a heliport doesn't mean they have to obey the signs. Up there, the Indian soldiers surrounding this place will have an easy target, and they'll see everything that happens. They'll know when Achilles is on the roof. They'll know which chopper to shoot down first, because he's in it. If this is the best plan the Chinese can come up with, Achilles is goi
ng to have a harder time using China as a base to take over the world than he thinks.
More choppers. Now that the roof was full, a few of them were landing on the grounds.
The door burst open, and a dozen Chinese soldiers fanned out through the room. A Chinese officer followed them in and saluted Achilles. "We came at once, sir."
"Good work," said Achilles. "Let's get them all up on the roof."
"You said you'd let us go!" said one of the Battle Schoolers.
"One way or another," said Achilles, "you're all going to end up in China anyway. Now get up and form into a line against that wall."
More choppers. And then the whoosh, whump of an explosion.