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“What just happened?”
“Turn the jets around,” Zhang Ru told the base commander. “It was a false alarm. Well done, Colonel.” The fewer who knew about this the better.
He hung up and turned to Zuocheng Li.
“It would seem that the defector who called me was unable to deliver. She was shot down five kilometers from our border.”
“Pity,” Zuocheng Li refilled both their glasses. “What about that girl in your office? Dandan? Dongmei?”
“Daiyu?”
“Yes, that one. What about her?”
Ru considered. She was hardly a girl—she was thirty-three. But she was very athletic. Perhaps. Perhaps she had a sister or a girlfriend as well.
It was an interesting thought.
Almost as interesting as what his aide had described about the Russian Dagger missile the Russians at Vostochny had been forced to unleash
