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Mother and Father held hands and talked quietly, smiling at their sons ... as usual. No sign of alarm. Nothing to cause anyone watching to spring into action.
They were only about a quarter mile up the beach when they heard an explosion -- loud, as if it were close, and the shockwave made them stumble. Mother fell. Father helped her up as Bean and Nikolai looked back.
"Maybe it's not our house," said Nikolai. "Let's not go back and check," said Bean.
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.