Steal The Sun(战争间谍)-第9部分

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there；　walking　toward　him；　her　brilliant　silk　dress　shimmering　and　lifting　like　a　butterfly　in　a
breeze。
When　Ana　stepped　into　the　full　sun；　her　face　looked　startlingly　pale；　the　result　of　rice　powder
rather　than　natural　pallor。　Her　eyebrows　were　like　black　arrows　slanted　above　her　dark　eyes。　Her
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lips　were　scarlet。
Ana’s　makeup　was　less　severe；　less　stylized　than　that　of　a　Kabuki　dancer；　although　Finn　could
see　that　was　her　model。　Her　defiant　accentuation　of　racial　traits　spoke　of　defensiveness　rather
than　pride　or　theatrical　necessity。　Like　the　Japanese　dancers　she　emulated；　she　was　constrained；
dissonant　and　humorless。
But　watching　Ana’s　easy　American　stride；　Finn　sensed　the　irony　of　her　allegiance　to　Japan；　a
country　where　women　moved　with　mincing　steps　and　downcast　eyes。　Ana　moved　from　dense
shadow　to　brilliant　sun　with　certainty；　almost　defiance。　She　was　being　watched；　and　knew　it。
Finn　smiled。　Today　he　would　shred　that　certainty。　He　would　begin　by　speaking　in　Japanese；　a
language　he　had　never　used　with　her。
“Welcome；”　Finn　said；　walking　out　through　the　café　door。　His　brief　bow　was　as　graceful　as　his
Japanese。　“Follow　me；　please。　This　café　cannot　equal　your　elegance；　but　the　tables　are　clean　and
the　beer　is　as　cold　as　a　winter　moon。”
Reflexively；　Ana　began　to　return　Finn’s　courtesy　in　the　same　language　he　had　used。　Then　she
realized　that　it　was　Japanese；　not　Spanish　he　had　spoken。　Startled　by　the　purity　and　fluency　of　his
speech；　she　stared　at　Finn；　almost　expecting　to　see　Kestrel’s　dark　eyes　looking　back　at　her。　But
this　was　Finn；　not　Kestrel。　Finn’s　pale　eyes；　catlike　in　their　predatory　appraisal；　watching　her。　At
first　she　thought　his　eyes　expressionless。　Then；　gradually；　she　realized　that　expression　was　there；
very　controlled；　a　shadow　in　the　depths　of　his　round　Western　eyes。　Emotion　so　completely
controlled　was　more　unsettling　than　no　emotion　at　all。
Finn　saw　Ana’s　discomfort。　His　smile　did　not　make　her　feel　more　at　ease。　Off…balance；　she
allowed　him　to　lead　her　into　the　café　and　seat　her。
“What　do　you　want？”　she　demanded　in　English。
“My　words　are　for　you；　not　for　the　Mexicans　across　the　aisle　drinking　beer。　Speak　Japanese
unless　you’d　prefer　the　privacy　of　my　house。”　Finn　smiled　again。　“Of　course；　no　one　would　be
surprised　if　we　went　there；　just　two　lovers　wanting　to　spend　a　little　time　between　the　sheets；
talking　about　the　softness　of　a　bud’s　inmost　petals。”
Ana’s　flush　showed　even　beneath　her　white　powder。　When　she　tried　to　stand；　to　leave；　Finn
moved　so　quickly　she　had　no　time　to　resist。　His　hands　held　her　in　the　chair。　As　he　bent　across　the
table　toward　her；　he　saw　that　her　lips　were　slightly　swollen。　There　were　rosy　shadows　on　her
throat。　It　was　obvious　that　she　had　come　to　the　café　from　a　lover’s　bed。　No　wonder　she　had
been　late。
“Which　will　it　be？”　said　Finn。　“English　at　my　house　or　Japanese　here？”
“Here；”　whispered　Ana。
Finn’s　hand　moved　with　surprising　quickness。　His　fingertip　brushed　her　lips。　“Tell　your　lover
not　to　be　so　rough　next　time。”
Ana　flushed　so　completely　that　Finn　felt　the　heat　on　the　skin　of　her　arms。　He　let　go　of　her；
thinking　how　ill…suited　she　was　for　her　chosen　role　as　spy。　Hatred　of　America　and　fluency　in　five
languages　had　made　her　invaluable　to　Taka…gura　Omi。　But　she　needed　more　discipline　to　be　a
good　covert　agent　or　more　cunning　to　survive　being　a　bad　one。
“It　doesn’t　matter；”　said　Finn　gently。　“The　last　petal　is　unfolding。　The　game　is　almost　over。”
“I　don’t　know　what　you　mean　about　petals　and　games；”　said　Ana；　her　voice　as　rigid　as　her　body。
“It’s　a　shame　you　aren’t　a　samurai；　Ana；　or　a　sparrow　hawk。　Then　you　could　fly　north　with　me
and　watch　the　war　end　just　after　midnight　tomorrow。　Then　America；　not　Japan；　will　be　the　true
Land　of　the　Rising　Sun。　Two　dawns　will　come；　two　dawns　within　the　space　of　a　few　hours。　What
samurai　would　not　kill　or　die　to　see　that？　What　sparrow　hawk　could　resist　flying　there？”
“I　don’t　know　what　–　“
“　–　I’m　talking　about？”　finished　Finn；　smiling。　“Then　listen　very　carefully；　Little　Blossom。　Listen
as　though　Japan’s　life　depended　on　it。　America　has　a　new　ally　–　the　sun。　Our　sunrises　will　shake
the　earth　and　change　the　face　of　the　world。　I’ll　think　of　you　when　unscheduled　dawns　rise　over
Japan　and　cities　vanish　in　one　white　instant　of　fire。　Are　you　listening；　Little　Blossom？”
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Ana　was　still　except　for　the　slight　trembling　of　her　lips。　“Yes；”　she　whispered；　wondering　why　at
this　moment　Finn　should　remind　her　of　Kestrel。　Then　she　realized　it　was　Finn’s　uncanny　ability
to　focus　himself　completely　on　the　moment　that　reminded　her　of　her　lover。　“Yes；　I’m　listening。”
Finn　smiled　and　switched　to　English。　“Don’t　comfort　yourself　by　thinking　I’m　crazy。　I’m　not。
I’m　simply　a　man　who　will　watch　dawn　come　twice　to　an　obscure　New　Mexican　peak。”　He　stood
in　a　single　movement　and　leaned　over　until　his　lips　brushed　her　perfumed　ear。　“Goodbye；　Ana。
You　picked　the　losing　side。”
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Finn　stared　down　the　alley　that　held　nothing　but　sunlight　and　shadows。　The　taste　of　Mexican
beer　was　in　his　mouth　and　echoes　of　the　Japanese　language　in　his　throat。　It　had　been　a　long　time
since　he　had　spoken　Japanese。
The　sun　was　hot；　yellow…white；　its　light　like　a　hammer　blow。　He　squinted；　pulled　his　hat　lower
and　crossed　the　street　to　the　office　of　the　Juarez　telephone　exchange。　In　the　hot；　crowded　lobby；
he　paid　his　pesos；　gave　a　number　in　El　Paso　and　went　to　a　booth。　The　phone　was　hot　to　his
touch。　A　woman　answered。
“Sarah？”
“Yes。”
“Must　be　at　least　102°　in　the　shade　today。”
“You’re　getting　soft；”　Sarah　said　automatically；　as　she　dialed　into　the　trunk　line　his　code　word
designated。　If　he　had　said　89°　or　93°　or　98°　he　would　have　been　given　a　different　line。
“May　I　help　you？”　asked　a　polite　male　voice。
“Once　in　a　blue　moon；”　replied　Finn。
Finn　heard　relays　closing；　then　one　ring。　The　phone　was　answered　immediately。
“Yes。”
“That’s　what　I　like　about　you；”　said　Finn　as　he　heard　the　familiar　voice。　“You’re　agreeable。”
“And　you’re　negative。”
“Affirmative；”　said　Finn；　completing　the　recognition　code。　“I’ve　set　the　hook。　I’ll　stay　with　the
fish　until　I’m　sure　he’s　headed　in　the　right　direction。”
“It　would　be　nice　to　know　exactly　where　the　fish　was　going。”
“I’ll　stay　with　him　as　long　as　I　can。　Or　would　the　General　prefer　me　to　miss　my　ride？”
“No。　Be　on　the　runway　by　2000。”
“By　2000？　That’s　cutting　it　very　thin。　He　may　just　be　crossing　the　border　then。　I　can’t　be　sure
he’ll　get　close　enough　for　our　purposes。”
“The　General　is　more　worried　about　him　getting　too　close。”
Finn　felt　the　sweat　gather　in　his　palm；　then　descend　his　wrist　in　a　slow　trickled　“I　don’t　like　it。”
“Write　a　memo。”　Then；　“Relax。　The　General　has　complete　confidence　in　you。”
“Wonder　what　it　feels　like；”　muttered　Finn。
“What？”
“Complete　confidence。”
The　voice　at　the　end　of　the　line　laughed　once；　a　sound　without　humor。　But　Finn　did　not　expect
humor　from　a　man　whose　self…given　code　name　was　“Basket　Case；”　a　war　casualty　with　neither
legs　nor　eyes　nor　testicles；　just　one　hand；　a　voice　and　a　mind　that　knew　every　shade　of　green。
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Finn　hung　up　and　headed　out　of　the　telephone　office；　leaving　the　voice　trapped　in　the　hot　black
phone。
He　drove　quickly　to　his　house。　In　the　sandy　vacant　lot　next　door　a　Mexican　boy　was　kicking
pebbles　with　naked　brown　feet　and　great　intensity。　Finn　watched　for　a　moment　as　the　child　took
aim；　kicked；　and　sent　a　stone　clicking　against　two　others。　Jorge　was　alone　but　not　lonely；
absorbed　in　a　game　no　one　else　understood。　His　small　grunt　of　satisfaction　told　Finn　that　the
boy　had　just　scored　well。
“Jorge？”　said　Finn；　requesting　rather　than　demanding　the　boy’s　attention。
Jorge　turned；　recognizing　the　voice。　“Hello；　Finn。”
Jorge　carried　eight　years　on　his　thin　shoulders　and　three　times　that　much　in　his　clear　black　eyes。
“Ghost　has　had　kittens；”　said　Finn。
Jorge　shrugged；　but　anticipation　tugged　at　the　corner　of　his　mouth。　“Again？”
“Again。　These　things　happen；”　continued　Finn；　sitting　on　his　heels　so　that　his　eyes　were　on　a
level　with　the　boy’s。
“Yes；”　Jorge　said；　rubbing　a　scratch　on　the　back　of　his　left　hand。　“My　mother　is　the　same　way。”
Finn　smiled；　but　his　voice　did　not　change。　The　cat’s　well…being　was　a　serious　thing　to　the　boy。
His　family　had　been　too　poor　to　buy　milk　for　the　starving　gray　kitten　Jorge　had　brought　home。
Finn’s　oblique　intervention　had　saved　the　cat’s　life　and　the　boy’s　pride。
“Ghost　has　a　hard　time　with　kittens；　for　she　has　no　husband　to　help　her；”　Finn　said。　“But　she’s
used　to　that　by　now。”
“Yes；”　agreed　Jorge　with　a　sigh。　“It’s　hard　on　her。”
“Ghost　could　survive　by　herself；”　said　Finn。
“Yes。”　The　boy　seemed　to　shrink　back　into　himself。
“But；”　Finn’s　hand　opened；　revealing　two　silver　American　dollars；　“a　little　canned　milk　would
make　it　easier　for　her。”
“Yes！”　said　Jorge；　his　eyes　reflecting　the　silver　shine　of　the　coins。
“I　must　go　for　a　while；　and　Ghost　can’t　buy　or　open　cans　of　milk。”
Jorge　nodded。
“Will　you　do　that　for　her？”　asked　Finn；　holding　out　the　two　coins。
“Oh　yes！　But；”　said　Jorge；　putting　his　hands　behind　his　back　to　lessen　the　silver　temptation　of　the
dollars；　“that　is　too　much　money。　That　would　buy　milk　for　every　kitten　in　Mexico。”
Finn　laughed。　“There　is　no　other　favor；”　he　said；　gently　pulling　the　boy’s　hands　to　the　front　of
his　body　and　giving　him　the　coins。　“While　you　are　at　the　store；　get　some　milk　for　your　brothers
and　sisters　as　well。”
“My　mother　–　“　began　Jorge；　closing　his　hands　without　taking　the　coins。
“Your　mother；”　said　Finn；　“is　too　pregnant　to　shop　for　kittens　and　milk。”
Jorge　hesitated。　Finn　waited。
“Yes；”　said　the　boy　at　last；　“she　is　too　much　pregnant。”
Jorge’s　hands　closed　around　the　coins；　one　dollar　to　each　brown　palm；　one　smile　for　each　silver
dollar。　A　rare　thing；　two　smiles　so　close　together。
Before　the　boy　could　speak；　Finn　stood　up。　“Gracia；　Jorge。　The　cat　and　I　thank　you。”
Finn　turned　away。
“Se？or？”
“Yes？”　said　Finn；　looking　back　over　his　shoulder；　his　eyes　pale　in　the　deep　shadow　of　his　hat。
“When　will　you　be　back？”
Finn　smiled　but　did　not　answer。　He　went　into　the　house　and　began　packing；　wondering　how
long　it　would　take　Ana’s　information　to　reach　Kestrel；　and　what　Kestrel　would　do　when　he
heard　about　two　dawns　rising　on　an　“obscure　New　Mexican　peak。”
The　suitcase　snapped　shut。　Finn　grabbed　it；　locked　the　house　and　got　behind　the　wheel　of　the
car。　As　he　started　the　Ford；　he　hoped　Ana　was　clever　enough　to　connect　“obscure　peak”　with
the　mountain’s　Spanish　name　–　Oscura　Peak。
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The　man　was　past　middle　age；　his　skin　mottled　by　time　and　poverty。　His　face　was　lined　by　grime
and　sweat；　but　like　many　peasants　who　could　not　afford　sugar；　his　teeth　were　still　good。　His　eyes
were　strange；　with　an　epicanthú　fold　that　was　neither　Oriental　nor　quite　Indio；　but　some　thing　in
between。
Kestrel　ran　his　dirty　hands　through　his　hair　again　dulling　the　silver　patches　at　his　temples　even
more。　He　stared　at　the　driver’s　license；　then　at　the　mirror。　Deliberately；　he　rubbed　his　thumb
across　the　picture　on　the　license；　further　blurring　it。　He　compared　the　mirror’s　image　and　the
license；　which　he　had　insisted　must　belong　to　a　real　person。
The　match　was　not　exact；　but　it　was　good　enough　for　most　purposes。　For　the　rest；　if　someone
looked　too　closely；　the　license　would　be　the　least　of　Kestrel’s　worries。
A　shoji　slid　on　its　rails　with　a　smooth；　secret　sound。　Kestrel’s　right　hand　went　to　his　waist　where
a　hidden　knife　waited。
“Ana？”
“Yes。”
Kestrel’s　hands　returned　to　the　business　of　making　himself　look　like　an　Indio　peasant。　“Any
difficulties？”
“No。”　Ana’s　voice　was　lifeless；　as　it　had　been　since　the　moment　Kestrel　said　he　must　go　to
Alamogordo　and　she　to　San　Francisco。　She　closed　the　shoji　behind　her。　“Nisei　Battalion
documents　are　a　staple　of　Mexicali’s　forgers。”
“Are　they　good？”
“They　look　real　to　me；”　said　Ana；　but　her　voice　lacked　enthusiasm。　“They’re　–　“　She　looked　at
Kestrel　for　the　first　time；　astonished　by　the　change。　“Kestrel？”
Kestrel　laughed　and　started　to　touch　Ana’s　cheek。　She　recoiled　instinctively　from　the　rough；
dirty　hand。
“It’s　good；　neh？”　he　said；　smiling　at　her。
“Very　good。”
“Now；　tell　me　what　the　American　said。”
Ana　told　him。　“But　you　must　not　go　to　New　Mexico；”　she　finished。
Kestrel　concealed　his　impatience。　He　needed　Ana　too　much　to　alienate　her　now。　“I’m　only　an
Indio；”　he　said。　“Who　will　notice　me？”
“But　–　“
“And　then　I’ll　become　a　soldier；　a　loyal　member　of　the　Nisei　Battalion。　If　I　don’t　meet　you　in　San
Francisco；　I’ll　meet　you　in　Jacame。”　He　looked　at　her　for　a　long　moment。　“Japan　needs　you；
Ana。　I　need　you。　Will　you　do　what　I　ask？”
“Yes；　I’ll　–　“　Her　voice　thinned。　She　hesitated；　then　said；　“Yes。”
“Good。　Now　tell　me　again　what　you’ll　do　after　I　leave。”
“I’ll　drive　to　San　Francisco；　to　my　father’s　old　flower　shop。　I’ll　be　made　up　to　look　Mexican。”
Ana’s　voice　was　a　monotone　that　did　not　wholly　conceal　her　fear。　“Refugio’s　cousins　will　give
me　one　of　their　delivery　trucks。　I’ll　drive　it　to　Oakland　and　park　at　the　transfer　point　by
midnight　of　the　15th。　I’ll　hide　in　the　back　of　the　truck　until　Refugio　comes。　Then　I’ll　drive　him
back　to　the　flower　shop。　If　you　aren’t　there　by　noon　of　the　17th；　Refugio　will…　kill　the　woman。
His　cousins　will　bury　her。　I’ll　drive　to　Refugio’s　tunnel　and　cross　into　Mexico。　If　you…　If　you　are
still　missing；　I’ll　take　the　stolen　weapon　to　Takagura。　He’ll　have　the　rest　of　Refugio’s　money。”
“Excellent；”　said　Kestrel。　Then；　“Don’t　look　so　frightened；　Ana。　No　one　will　be　looking　for　you
in　America。”
“It’s　not　that。　It’s　Finn。　You　don’t　know　him；”　she　said　in　a　rush。　“He　was　playing　with　me；
smiling　and　so　arrogant　and　–　don’t　go！　It’s　a　trap！”
“Finn　would　not　bother　to　lure　me　into　America；　question　me；　and　kill　me。　If　he　wanted　me；　he
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would　have　come　for　me　by　now；　here；　in　Mexico。”
“But　he　said　‘an　obscure　peak。’　He　must　have　wanted　you　to　know　about　Oscura　Peak。”
“Perhaps　he　underestimated　your　cleverness　at　unraveling　his　game。　Perhaps　he’s　so　confident
that　he　has　become　careless。”
“Finn？”　Ana　laughed。　“It’s　a　trap！”
“I　am　samurai。”　He　turned　away　and　washed　his　hands　in　a　basin。　He　dried　them　carefully　before
he　took　the　forged　papers　from　Ana。　He　studied　them　with　thoroughness　that　he　gave　to　all
important　things。　“Yes。　Much　better　than　I　expeced。”　He　looked　up　from　the　papers。　“And
yours？”
“I　have　papers　under　my　own　name；　as　well　as　the　name　of　Ana　Ortega。”　She　pulled　coupons
out　of　her　purse。　“For　gasoline。　Take　half　of　them。”
“Your　own　name？”　said　Kestrel；　taking　a　second　book　of　coupons　she　held　out。
“They　just　updated　my　old　papers。　No　one　is　paying　much　attention　anymore。”
Kestrel　measured　the　bitterness　in　Ana’s　voice　and　wondered　if　his　lovemaking　had　given　her
enough　to　believe　in　after　all。
“Ana；　if　there　were　any　one　but　you　to　go！”
“I　know。　That’s　not　it。　It’s　not　San　Francisco。”
“Then　what？”
“Alamogordo！　Finn　did　everything　but　give　you　a　map！”
“Ana；　Ana；”　sighed　Kestrel。　“Did　Finn　invite　you　to　see　the　sun　rise　twice；　or　were　those　your
words？”
“Finn’s。”
Kestrel　smiled　at　his　opponent’s　irony。　“Then　I　must　go。　No　samurai　could　ignore　an　invitation
from　a　man　who　is　a　poet　as　well　as　a　warrior。”
“Finn　would　know　that　about　you；”　said　Ana　bitterly。
Kestrel　nodded；　a　gesture　that　acknowledged　her　truth　and　closed　the　subject　with　one　motion。
“The　uniform。　Is　it　ready？”
Ana　unwrapped　the　package　she　had　carried　into　the　room。　“American　uniforms　are　also　a
Mexicali　specialty；”　she　said。　Then；　whispering；　“Don’t　go。”
Kestrel　did　not　answer。　He　was　busy　inspecting　the　uniform　of　a　Nisei　soldier。　Everything　was
there　–　the　proper　shoulder　patches　with　unit　designations。　He　looked　up　and　smiled。
“This　is　very　good。”
Kestrel　rewrapped　the　uniform　and　packed　it　in　a　scuffed　suitcase。　“You　must　leave　for　San
Francisco；”　he　said。　“You　have　less　than　twenty…four　hours　to　get　there。”
“And　you；”　said　Ana。　“Where　will　you　go？”
Kestrel　smiled。　“I　have　an　appointment　with　the　American　dawn。”
Los　Alamos
18　Hours　30　Minutes　Before　Trinity
（Excerpt　of　cable　received　by　Gen。　Leslie　Groves。　Decoded。）
AS　YOU　READ　THIS；　I　AM　ON　MY　WAY　TO　POTSDAM…
THE　GADGET　MUST　BE　READY　TOMORROW。　I　CAN’T　DELAY　THE
CONFERENCE　AGAIN。　IF　YOUR　BILLION　DOLLAR　TOY　DOESN’T　WORK；　WELL
GO　DOWN　AS　THE　BIGGEST　FOOLS　IN　HISTORY。
RUSSIAN　TROOPS　MASSING　ON　CHINESE　BORDER…　SKIRMISHES　REPORTED；
BUT　NO　“PENETRATION　IN　DEPTH”　YET。
THAT　GODDAMNED　GADGET　BETTER　WORK。　STALIN　WON’T　BE　IMPRESSED
BY　A　BUSTED　FLUSH　–　AND　NEITHER　WILL　TOJO。
HARRY　S　TRUMAN　PRESIDENT；　UNITED　STATES
Berkeley；　California
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The　phone　rang。　Vanessa　lifted　the　receiver　before　the　bell　could　sound　again。　“Hello；”　she　said；
then　nodded　at　Masarek。
Refugio　had　started　across　the　room　but　Masarek　motioned　him　to　stop　with　a　chopping
movement　of　his　hand。　Refugio　sat　down　very　slowly；　angered　at　being　ordered　around　in　his
own　house。
“Good；”　said　Vanessa；　too　softly　for　anyone　but　Masarek　to　hear。　“And　the　location？”　Vanessa
waited；　listening　carefully。　“Guards？”　Pause；　then　with　soft　disbelief；　“Just　one？　Are　you　sure？”
She　waited；　listening。　“After　you’re　finished；　don’t　forget　to　tell　the　guard　that　another　inspector
from　the　lab　will　check　the　container　again　before　it’s　moved。”
Suddenly；　Vanessa’s　face　became　expressionless。　“It　makes　no　difference　who　will　return；　or
e　and　the　obedience　to　you。”　There　was　a　long　silence。　“Don’t
call　here　again。　You’ll　get　a　call　at　your　home　sometime　before　midnight。　Have　the　ID　ready。”
Vanessa’s　voice　became　more　gentle；　but　her　expression　did　not　change。　“You’ve　done　very
well；　comrade。”
Vanessa　hung　up　and　said　in　Russian；　“Fool。”
“A　useful　fool；　I　trust？”　answered　Masarek　in　Russian。
“Very。　If　anyone　at　Hunters　Point　questions　your　credentials；　the　name　‘Grummin’　has　been
added　to　the　roster　of　the　Lawrence　Radiation　Laboratory　as　a　‘health　inspector。’”
“Passwords？　Guards？”
Vanessa　laughed。　“No　passwords。　One　guard。”
“Impossible！”
“No；　merely　subtle。　This　General　Groves　is　interesting；　apparently　he　understands　that　one　man
guards　a　secret　better　than　a　batallion　of　men。”　She　smiled。　“Or　maybe　it’s　just　that　the
capitalists　are　afraid　to　let　their　own　soldiers　too　close　to　one　billion　dollars　in　a　small　can。”
“One　billion　dollars！”
Vanessa　smiled；　pleased　by　Masarek’s　reaction。　“It’s　worth　more　than　that。”　She　moved　until　she
was　so　close　to　him　that　she　could　smell　the　residue　of　tobacco　smoke　on　his　skin。　“It’s　the　key
to　the　world。　Tonight　we　steal　it　and　then　we；　personally；　are　going　to　present　it　to　Stalin。”
Masarek　lit　another　cigaret；　frowning　around　the　smoke　stinging　his　eyes。　“If　the　comrade’s
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