Eva watched her stride out into the white haze of the hangar. She wanted to follow, but then she thought of something better.
He was wondering when to try and make a break. But how far could he get, encumbered with the pressure suit?
Where's the backup? Are they going to let me just twist in the wind?
The original scenario had fallen apart, but that didn't mean the game was over. The Soviet engineers he'd seen clearly wouldn't be any help in a crisis, but the test pilot Androv was another story. He'd surely try to pull something back together. Where was he? Probably still up in the other cockpit, getting Daedalus II ready. So now . . .
That's when he saw her, coming out of an office whose doorway was only half visible through the clouds of mist. It looked like . . . Vera Karanova. She was striding directly toward them, intercepting Tanzan Mino's small procession.
"Where are you taking him?" She pointed toward Vance, glancing at his Red Star insignia, as she addressed the godfather in English.
"Are you attempting to interfere in my affairs now, too?" Tanzan Mino demanded as he paused to stare.
"I just want to know what it is you're doing," she replied.