“Aha…” Komov kept saying pensively, tracing along the printout with his finger. “Aha… Now wait a minute, what happened over here?” He paused the projector, turned around to pick up another roll, and saw me. “Yes?” he said, displeased.
I handed him the messages.
“What are these?” he asked impatiently. “Ah…” He scanned the message from the informatorium, smirked, and tossed it aside. “It’s all wrong,” he said. “Although how would they know?” Then he looked at Sidorov’s message and looked up at me. “Have you sent him – ”
“Yes,” I said.
“Good, thank you. Send another message on my behalf that the equipment is not yet necessary. Until further notice.”
“Okay,” I said and went out.
I wrote and sent the message to the base and decided to go see what Maika was up to. Maika, looking worried, w
