Chapter Twelve: Thursday EveningI had managed to shuffle the staff between the Greenwich Auxiliary Intelligence Service, the AIS, and at Group, thereby allowing for the temporary promotion of Michael Simmons to fill Hannah's position here at Joint Intelligence. He wasted no time in arriving and, within minutes of him stepping inside the offices, I'd set him to work looking into Nikita Sergeyovitch Kudashov's data files, trying to find if there was any traceable rationality for his antagonism towards American intelligence and his preference to us. I also needed knowledge on where his British cover of 'Ivy' had taken him, especially when it came to his travels in Russian territory. Sir John Scarlett was due at my office in two hours. I needed a wise, all-knowing ear in the Foreign Office bef
