“What is it?”
“Kemal says there’s trouble brewing.”
“Get the command centre Rostov, a twenty minute fuse.”
“The chopper goes in ten minutes,” shouted Rostov, “Kemal says they are getting suspicious, otherwise we have to fight our way out.”
“We’ll go down to the command centre together, then,” said Sergei, turning and heading for the lower floor, where he looked around in amazement. “This is some advanced kit, the command module looks as if it’s run by robots and there are screens everywhere. There won’t be much privacy on board this thing. It’s all centrally controlled, whoever is running the show here knows everything, real time tracking, no one will have privacy, I’m beginning to realise what they have here and can see a room over there that looks suspiciously like the breeding centr
