No wonder the test pilot Androv was swaggering, Eva thought. This must be a flyboy's wet dream.
"One more question. Why are you showing me all this?"
"I told you, there's something I need." She paused, and in the silence Eva listened to the increasing clamor of preparations in the hangar outside. "After the test flight this morning, the prototype is scheduled to be transferred to the Supreme Soviet. However, that cannot be allowed to happen. Consequently, there will need to be alterations in the protocol." She clicked on the laptop computer. It hummed lightly as the hard disk engaged, and then the screen began to glow. "Those revisions need to be kept out of the system computers here at the facility for now, so your copy of the text would be an ideal place to prepare a first draft."
"You're going to pull a fast one." Eva stared at her. "You're going to tinker with the terms of the deal and turn this plane over to your air force. Very inventive."
"That is correct. And you are going to help me, Dr. Borodin. You are going to call up your text and print a copy for me."
Sweetie, you are a piece of work.
"Why bother printing it again? Sorry to tell you, but I've already run off a copy. It's in my suitcase."
"We searched your bag. There's nothing there."
"You didn't look hard enough." Maybe this was her chance. "Send some of your thugs to fetch it."
"Very well." She reached for a button on the desk.