Bo raised his eyebrows as if an amazing new thought had just come to him. “Perhaps the Netherlands should adopt this phrase! You who have suffered such depredations from rising sea level.” He took a sip of tea. “Or Netherworld or whatever you’re calling it.”
“Thanks. Would that help give you political cover for whatever you’re doing here?”
“It wouldn’t hurt.”
“Be that as it may, I cannot help you, for I am freshly retired.”
“So I see!” Bo gestured all around. “And such a fine place you have picked for it. State-of-the-art security . . . unmatched culture and recreation . . . and only eight thousand miles away from your husband.”
“I needed to get away for a bit. It was suggested I come here for a visit to clear my head.”
“Suggested by your ex-boss?”
Willem declined to rise to the bait.
“How’s your head? Clear now?”
“I got to help push a helicopter off a hospital.”
“Saw that. Amazing visual. Helpful.”
“Helpful how?”
“Though China has its well-known differences with India, there are some things we can agree on. One of those is the desirability of peace.”
“Really!?” Willem exclaimed.
Bo nodded.
“China is coming out in favor of world peace.”
“It is our constant preoccupation,” Bo affirmed.
“So are you going into the climate peacekeeping game as well?”
“A more holistic approach is better. Climate is just part of it. When we see hotels exploding and helicopters being thrown off hospitals by excited mobs of doctors and men with penis gourds, in an area that bestrides our copper lifeline, it forces us to ask tough questions about whether our Indonesian friends really have the situation in hand.”
“Holy shit.”
“Distressing reports have reached us from the likes of Sister Catherine and your cousin Beatrix concerning the conduct of the foreigners who occupy this land.”
“Indonesians. Who don’t consider themselves foreigners, by the way. Because this is part of Indonesia.”
“Yes,” Bo said, waving away Willem’s annoying cavils. “Now the situation seems quite out of hand. Copper prices have spiked, threatening our economic interests. There is also concern that shipments of coal and iron ore from Australia may be threatened. In the old days we might have looked to the United States or Great Britain to intervene. But those days are behind us, I think you’ll agree.”
“All quite above my pay grade, I’m sorry to say.”
“Oh, I don’t know. The former Queen of the Netherlands, Dr. Schmidt, Sister Catherine, all seem to think you are a valuable person to have around.”
“She’s going to end up running the place, isn’t she?”
“Sister Catherine?”
“Yes.”
“You have someone else in mind? Someone better qualified? More deserving of trust?”
“No, but I just got here.”
“Maybe your uncle Ed?”
“Too Chinese. Has to be Papuan.”
Bo nodded. “My thinking as well. The nun it is.”
“When are you guys going to . . . do . . . whatever it is you’re going to do?”
Bo rolled his eyes. “Oh, the powers that be wouldn’t dream of entrusting me with such sensitive information.”
“Of course not. But you’re not here in any professional capacity. I mean, look at you.”
Bo looked at himself and adopted a mildly put-upon air. He plucked at the limp tank top. “You don’t like it?”
“In your capacity as visiting tourist, shooting the breeze by the side of the badminton court, what would you speculate?”
“I’m not one of those old Chinese men who is always trotting out quotations from Sun Tzu’s Art of War,” Bo said. “Tried to read it once. That guy is, what do you call it in the West? Captain Obvious.”
“Good, because I was hoping for something more directly applicable to Tuaba, today.”
“In my reading of military history, I’m always coming across references to the night before battle. It’s a trope. I’ve never once read about people having lunch before battle. No one wants to launch anything in the afternoon. It’s a foregone conclusion you’ll run out of daylight. Just an observation.”
“All right.” Willem checked his phone to see if he had connectivity. He did, thanks to Uncle Ed’s satellite uplink. It was 1:30 in the afternoon. Tuaba, Western Europe, and West Texas were evenly spaced around the globe, eight hours apart. In Texas the sun had probably gone down at least an hour ago. Where Saskia was, in the Adriatic, it would be shortly before dawn.