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“The test proceeded exactly as planned.” General Ersin Firat stood at attention. He still hadn’t decided whether to ride on Major General Kaan’s coattails…or tromp on them.
Kaan’s office walls were veneered in rare mahogany, and his furniture fine-carved Madagascar ebony. Yes, this office would suit himself very well when Kaan moved up—or out.
“You trust your people?”
“I’ve taken precautions, General Kaan.” He wasn’t some newborn flea. Firat’s cousin in MİT—the National Intelligence Organization—had bought the maidservant of an unimportant little noisemaker named Asli. She’d report everything Asli did, if she valued her parents’ lives. Should either of his programmers misbehave, this Asli would die most painfully. He hadn’t yet had cause to inform them of this, but he was prepared.
