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

week. That should slow them down. And I'll get in there, get a bioagent into the water, bypass their water purification system, and get out. Or do you already have a waterdrugging diarrhea team?"
    Suriyawong held his expression of cold anger for a few moments, and then it broke. He laughed. "Come on, Bean, did you make that up on the spot, or have you really planned an operation like that?"
    "Made it up just now," said Bean. "But it's kind of a fun idea, don't you think? Dysentery has changed the course of history more than once."
    "Everybody immunizes their soldiers against the known bioagents. And there's no way of stopping downstream collateral damage."
    "But Thailand is bound to have some pretty hot and heavy bioresearch, right?"'
    "Purely defensive," said Suriyawong. Then he smiled and sat down. "Sit, sit. You really are content to take a background position?"
    "Not only content, but eager," said Bean. "If Achilles knew I was here, he'd find a way to kill me. The last thing I need is to be prominent-until we actually get into combat, at which time it might be a nice psychological blow to give Achilles the idea that I'm running things. It won't be true, but it might make him even crazier to think it's me he's facing. I've outmaneuvered him before. He's afraid of me."
    "It's not my own position I was trying to protect," said Suriyawong. Bean understood this to mean that of course it was his position he was protecting. "But Thailand kept its independence when every other country in this area was ruled by Europeans. We're very proud of keeping foreigners out."
    "And yet," said Bean, "Thailand also has a history of letting foreigners in-and using them effectively."
    "As long as they know their place," said Suriyawong.
    "Give me a place, and I'll remember to stay in it," said Bean.
    "What kind of contingent do you want to work with?"
    What Bean asked for wasn't a large number of men, but he wanted to draw them from every branch of service. Only two fighterbombers, two patrol boats, a handful of engineers, a couple of light armored vehicles to go along with a couple of hundred soldiers and enough choppers to carry everything but the boats and planes. "And the power to requisition odd things that we think of. Rowboats, for instance. High explosives so we can train in making cliffs fall and bridges collapse. Whatever I think of."
    "But you don't actually commit to combat without permission."
    "Permission," said Bean, "from whom?"
    "Me," said Suriyawong.
    "But you're not Chakri," said Bean.
    "The Chakri," said Suriyawong, "exists to provide me with everything I ask for. The planning is entirely in my hands."
    "Glad to know who's aboon here." Bean stood up. "For what it's worth, I was most help to Ender when I had access to everything he knew."
    "In your dreams," said Suriyawong.
    Bean grinned. "I'm dreaming of good maps," said Bean. "And an accurate assessment of the current situation of the Thai military."
    Suriyawong thought about that for a long moment.
    "How many of your soldiers are you sending into battle blindfolded?" asked Bean. "I hope I'm the only one."
    "Until I'm sure you really are my soldier," said Suriyawong, "the blindfold stays on. But ... you can have the maps."
    "Thank you," said Bean.
    He knew what Suriyawong feared: that Bean would use any information he got to come up with alternate strategies and persuade the Chakri that he would do a better job as chief strategist than Suriyawong. For it was patently untrue that Suriyawong was the aboon here. Chakri Naresuan might trust him and had obviously delegated great responsibility to him. But the authority remained in Naresuan's hands, and Suriyawong served at his pleasure. That's why Suriyawong feared Bean-he could be replaced.
    He'd find out soon enough that Bean was not interested in palace politics. If he remembered correctly, Suriyawong was of the royal family-though the last few polygynist kings of Siam had had so many children that it was hard to imagine that there were many Thais who were not royal to one degree or another. Chulalongkorn had established the principle, centuries ago, that princes had a duty to serve, but not a right to high office. Suriyawong's life belonged to Thailand as a matter of honor, but he would hold his position in the military only as long as his superiors considered him the best for the job.
    Now that Bean knew who it was who had been keeping him down, it would be easy enough to destroy Surrey and take his place. After