“Your faith,” Malone said with a sigh, “is going to be too much for me one of these days.”
Burris shrugged. “Just take it easy, Malone,” he said. “You said you wanted to have Her Majesty over there to read a few minds, and you’ve got her. But remember, don’t get involved in anything complicated. Don’t start any fireworks.”
“I hope not,” Malone said.
“Stay out of political arguments,” Burris said.
Malone blinked. “What do you think I’m going to do?” he said. “Bring along a soapbox?”
“You never know,” Burris said. “Just keep quiet, and don’t go prowling around where you’re not wanted.”
“That,” Malone said decisively, “would keep me out of Russia entirely.”
“Damn it,” Burris said, “you know what I mean. We don’t want any international incidents, understand?”
“Yes, sir,” Malone said.
Burris nodded. “All right, then,” he said. “Your plane leaves from the airport in an hour. You’d better go and talk to Her Majesty first.”