"Is there anything else you can tell me?"
"Not for the record."
"What about off it?"
"Go to scramble," said the Soviet. "Code 4."
His son made the necessary adjustments. Salnikov began again, the words no longer corresponding to the movement of his lips.
"Can you understand me?"
"Yes."
"Have you sent out your reconnaissance?"
"Yes, toward Cantos."
"Deviate course. There is nothing there."