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bassador, he considered it particularly so. |
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''He's Soyuz, Vincent," he said. |
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Kellner regarded the Director over steepled fingers. Fisk's soft brown eyes belied his steely character. His black hair, sprinkled with gray, had a surprising tinge of red, and his features were almost Caucasian. Kellner wondered what slave owner had cast his Irishness into the Fisk gene pool. Would he be proud of his black descendant's ability and achievement? The world being as it was, probably not. A pity, Kellner thought. |
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He asked, "You're sure of that?" |
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The FBI director met the Adviser's gaze with a directness that was challenging. "The last two Russian ambassadors were Soyuz. And so is this one. Something is happening in Russia, Vincent. What are you getting from Central Intelligence?" |
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Kellner chose to be evasive, as he often was. "I'm not contradicting you, nor doubting your judgment. I only wonder how you came to this conclusion." |
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"Marsh Gray isn't the only one with resources. We have a few assets inside the compound at Mount Alto, too," Fisk said. |
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"I know how you love to fish in other people's ponds, Charlie," Kellner said. "But you're an officer of the law. I should not have to remind you of that. I'd be surprised if you weren't tapping Mount Alto. But when your adventures take your people offshore, that could mean big trouble." |
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"Don't lecture me, Vincent, and I won't ask you what an NSC agent is doing mixing into a hit-and-run murder case in San Francisco." |
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Kellner pursed his lips and said, "All in good time. Let's stick to Galitzin for a while. All right, let's assume he is a member of Soyuz. Where does that lead us?" |
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"It sends up a warning rocket, Vincent. The barbarians are coming out from behind every tree in Moscow. I've never seen Cherny as a pillar of strength when the going gets tough. How |
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