Miles freezes as the trap springs shut. Well - shit. There's no refusing that now, is there? Not with the way he'd thrust his head willingly into the noose.

But isn't this what he wanted? Not to go into a fucking Cetagandan base, no, but the mission? He's getting one. So he's damn well going to make it a good one.

"I accept, then," he says, straightening up as far as he will go. "Thank you, General."

He should have known better than to try and out-strategize Piotr, of all people. He'll just have to beat the not-so-old man at his own game.