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actly, the GRU duty officer called her on a secure telephone. |
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"Marina. Call Evangeline and tell her to meet me at nine tonight." |
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"Very good." The line went dead. |
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For a moment, Marina Suslova stood like a nude statue in the safehouse living room. She knew the video cameras were filming her, as they had filmed the entire encounter in the bedroom. It was rather delicious and helped to compensate for Ryerson's uninspired performance. |
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She stood, pelvis tipped, breasts pendulous, posing until the cameras got all her best angles. Then, smiling, she replaced the telephone handset in its cradle and returned to the bedroom to dress. |
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There was work to do at the surveillance station in the compound. One could not thank Henry Kissinger enough for his approval, long ago, of the Mount Alto site. From there the electronic surveillance of Washington was almost complete. Marina had a dossier on every member of Congress. She listened to personal calls, official calls, secret calls. Information that was never used. Holy Russia had a government of fools. The idiots. The Yaneyev coup in 1991, or, for that matter, the parliamentary fiasco in 1993 would have been worse, of course. Kondratiev's revolution would be different. And it was only a matter of days, now. |
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After the appointment with Evangeline, she would have to arrange for manpower. Fortunately, thugs and hooligans congregated on the West Coast. There were American fascists everywhere for the hiring, but regrettably most of them were bumpkins. There weren't many of the better class of American societyacademics and professionalsavailable any longer. They seemed to have lost interest in subverting their government. But then, one worked with what one had on hand. |
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