The flight back to Russia was quicker than the flight to the States had been. Jo’s understanding was that that had something to do with the wind, but she didn’t care. She was just glad to be landing, despite the fact that they weren’t exactly touching down in friendly territory.
As they got out of the cargo hold of the plane, a group of Russians came over. Jo didn’t have to speak Russian to know that they were angry.
A large man in a fur hat barged his way between them, irritation showing on his grizzled face as he looked for the man he wanted to address.
Ryker must have recognized him. He held his hands up and said something in Russian. Jo didn’t bother trying to follow along with her IAC translator because she could tell the man was pissed, and she thought she knew why. The plane hadn
