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tell you to.”
    Monique had let him
drive and was sitting in the passenger seat. “Sorry,” she
said,” I took some initiative because I thought the guy was
getting obstinate. I thought the extra cash would make him let us
grab that device and go. I forgot it was old money. What did you
learn when you were on the Internet? It didn’t take you long.
Aren’t you afraid the SVR will trace whatever connection you
made?”
    “They can trace
it all they want,” he told her. “The server is located in
India and will be terminated in the next three minutes. The account
was a special one I have for emergencies. Our situation qualifies as
one.” He turned the wheel and made a quick, hard right onto a
side street.
    “What I
learned,” he continued. “Is that it won’t be easy
getting out of this place. The agency doesn’t want to soil its
hands after the bomb went off yesterday and they will have to get us
out on a new schedule. They want the super drive or we’d be
left to find our own way out of the country.”
    “So when and
where are they picking us up?” Monique asked him. She checked
her face in the rear view mirror and made sure no one was following
them.
    “It’s not
the when which has me concerned,” he told her. “It’s
the where. The damned agency wants to pick us up in Archangel.”
    “Wait a
minute,” Monique interjected. “That’s on the other
side of the continent.”
    “You got it
right,” he said to her. “Near the Bering Sea. And only
about a few thousand miles from here. No problem, they’ll be
willing to wait till we contact them again. The train ride is going
to be fun.”
    “That’s
insane!” she yelled. “Why can’t we take an
airplane? Are they so cheap we have to use a train?”
    “The SVR will
be watching the planes,” he told her. “They’ll be
watching the trains too. But not so closely because the train makes a
lot of stops. They’ll be suspicious about a Muslim couple from
one of the Asian republics, but not as suspicious as they might be of
an African American lady.”
    “You’ve
got a change of identities?” she asked him.
    “All packed up
and ready to go in storage not two miles from here,” he
explained. “As long as I can stay one step ahead of the SVR,
we’ll be safe. I know some Ugar, which will work as a cover.
I’ll teach you some basic phrases in case anyone stops to ask
you. I hope you don’t mind wearing the full-face chador,
because it will avoid a lot of questions.”
    “Great,”
Monique said. “Just like back in Philly.”
    “What do you
mean?” Rick asked.
    “Lots of Black
Muslims in Philly,” she told him. “You see the women
walking around in full chadors all time. At least the more hardcore
ones. Always thought of them as historical reenactors. Guess I get to
find out what it’s like to be inside one of those things
twenty-four seven. Nobody in my family ever went in that direction.”
    Rick gave the car
some gas and went it the direction of the train station. He didn’t
tell her everything he’d found out. There were other reasons
the agency was taking over and directly handling their case. It
wouldn’t do her any good to be troubled by the new information.
Right now he needed her calm and in support of him. Any news he might
give to her about how messed up this operation really was could get
them either killed or captured by the SVR. In their situation, it
might as well be the same thing.
    Rick turned and
looked at Monique. She was very beautiful and he really wished he
hadn’t run into her in this situation. It had taken every bit
of self-control to keep his hands off her body when they were both in
that bed. He’d been with a few black women in the past, but
none with her magic quality. Monique was a woman he would like to
have around long term. And he speculated he might be falling in love
with her. Damn! He had to stop that! No falling for female operatives
while on assignment. It was one thing to party it up later;