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Ivashin had his answer in less than two minutes, and his computer quickly decoded it for him.
His hands still locked behind his back, Rossky leaned over the screen and read, "Junior Lieutenant Orlov and his unit of nine spetsnaz soldiers have arrived in Vladivostok and are awaiting further instructions." Rossky fired Orlov a look. "General," he said tensely, "is this a maneuver of some kind?"
"No, Colonel, it isn't."
Rossky's jaw tightened and unclenched several times. Orlov waited several long seconds to make sure that Rossky was smart enough not to be insubordinate, not to complain that he had been excluded from a military maneuver. Rossky had to feel humiliated in front of the staff, but he remained silent.
"Come to my office, Colonel," Orlov said, turning, "and I'll brief you on the disposition of the Sakhalin spetsnaz unit."
The General heard Rossky's heels click smartly behind him. Once the door was closed behind them, Orlov sat at his desk and looked at Rossky, who stood before it.
"You're aware of Minister Dogin's shipment on board a private aircraft?" Orlov asked.
"Yes, sir."
"There's a problem," Orlov said. "Engine trouble. It can't go on. Because of the severe weather and the shortage of aircraft, I've ordered the shipment to be transferred to a train which Rear Admiral Pasenko has informed me is at our disposal."
"A train from Vladivostok will take four or five days to reach Moscow," Rossky said.
"But that's not where it's going," Orlov said. "My plan is simply to get the shipment out of Vladivostok to a place where an aircraft will be able to rendezvous with it. I was thinking that we might be able to get a helicopter out of the Bada Aerodrome to meet the train in Bira. That's only six hundred miles from Vladivostok, and appears to be far enough to the west to remain clear of the path of the storm."
"You've done a great deal of work on this already, sir," said Rossky. "Is there anything I can do?"
"As a matter of fact, there is," said Orlov. "But first, Colonel, I'd like to know how you first heard about the shipment."
Rossky said matter-of-factly, "From the Minister."
"He communicated with you directly?"
"Yes, sir," said Rossky. "I believe you were at home at the time, having dinner."
The General swiveled over to his keyboard and opened the log file. "I see. But you logged a report for me to look at later."
"No, sir," said Rossky.
"Why not, Colonel? Were you too busy?"
"Sir," said Rossky, "the Minister did not want the matter to become part of Center records."
"The Minister did not want it," Orlov snapped. "Is it not a standing order that every duty assigned by a superior be logged?"
"Yes, sir."
"And are you accustomed to taking civilian commands over military ones?"
"I am not, sir," Rossky replied.
"I can speak for the Center," Orlov said. "We're an autonomous base serving all branches of government and the military. But what about you, Colonel? Do you have a special loyalty to the Ministry of the Interior?"
Rossky took a moment longer to answer. "No, sir. I do not."
"Good," said Orlov, "because if there's another incident like this, I'll have you reassigned. Is that understood?"
Rossky's rock-rigid chin moved up and down slowly. "It is. Sir."
Orlov inhaled deeply and began scanning the day's log. He never thought that Rossky would rebel openly, and his restraint was to be expected. But he'd pushed the Colonel into a corner and he was about to push a little more. Rossky would have to do something.
"Did the Minister tell you anything else, Colonel, such as the contents of the shipment?"
"He did not," Rossky said.
"Would you withhold that information from me if Minister Dogin instructed you to do