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think we have a deal, Manuel. Can you come by the office?” General Enrique Constanza’s aide looked up from the transcript of the phone call MI monitored from the Russian embassy. “Those were the exact words used.”
“So the meeting will be at the embassy. Any indication of when?”
“No, sir, but we’ve got men watching. We’ll know immediately when he leaves his headquarters.”
“Probably just as soon as he finishes doing handsprings.” General Constanza stood and pointed at the pre-packed bags in the corner of his office. “Get our gear out to the helicopter, round up the security detail—just the two men we designated—and then let’s get out to Punto Cero. The Russians will want to see what they are buying before they pay for it. I want to be there in case Manuel Panteros decides to cha
