Last War Dance (Destroyer, Book 17)

Valashnikov? " "Yes, General," come the seriously accented voice. "It is excitement in the end those years. " "How lengthy has it been? " "Ten years," stated Valashnikov, stabbing his cigarette out in an ashtray. "Ten years wasted as the idiotic NKVD couldn't inform distinction in translation among tan and Negro. good, no matter... i'm right here now, and so are you. Is all that concerns. " "I will not let you know anything," acknowledged Van Riker. "You do not need to," stated Valashnikov. "The truth you're right here tells me all i must be aware of. when you are the following, Cassandra is the following. mom Russia wishes no different wisdom. " Van Riker sat up slowly in mattress. outdoors the window the blackness of evening used to be turning out to be lighter. sunrise might come quickly. "That's does not appear likely," he advised Valashnikov. "If it have been that easy, why did you return right here? " "Forgive me, General," Valashnikov acknowledged. "For a human reason-to gloat. you've cursed my existence for ten years. You and that infernal machine of yours. yet now i've got received. I got here so that you may well recognize the emotions i've got carried in me for ten years. the emotions of loser. " He laughed. "I believe it kind of feels silly to you, yet i needed you to understand what you probably did to me. " "Are you going to kill me? " requested Van Riker. Valashnikov laughed back, a difficult, brittle snort. "Kill you? Kill you? in spite of everything those years? No, normal, i will allow you... how do you americans say it?... to stew within the juice? "I'll circulation Cassandra and set it up somewhere else. " "It will take you months. you recognize and that i be aware of that months may be too past due. it will likely be noticeable. You have been capable as soon as to construct it in mystery simply because we no longer understand it existed. not more do you will have that luxurious. " "I'll... " Van Riker stated after which stopped simply because he may perhaps give some thought to no different possibility, not anything that would frighten Valashnikov. Valashnikov stood up. "Good, basic. at the least you haven't attempted to mislead me back. you could return to sleep now. you have to sleep with the bliss of understanding you've doomed your kingdom. " He positioned his gun in his jacket pocket. "Sleep tight. " he acknowledged. "Hahahahaha. " As he left the room during the entrance door, the lengthy peal of laughter hung within the air at the back of him. Van Riker sat there in mattress, considering. Then he acquired up, grew to become at the gentle, and went to the phone. there has been one one that may possibly support. One individual he may possibly name. Dr. Harold W. Smith, on the Folcroft Sanitarium. bankruptcy 13 The solar used to be mins in need of emerging while Remo acquired to the Apowa village excessive at the hill overlooking the mob of newshounds, marshals, and bogus Indians out at the Montana prairie. Remo paused at the fringe of the mesa and regarded down. lower than him, beside the line that resulted in the Apowa village, stood the church housing the innovative Indian get together and the bronze and marble monument housing the Cassandra. Remo became and trotted towards the Apowa city. It used to be pushing 5 thirty now, he knew, and he did not have a lot time left to forestall that . one hundred fifty five millimeter cannon from blowing up the monument and detonating the Cassandra. For a second he allowed himself to contemplate what might ensue if the Cassandra went off.