"We had a deal, yes. This - whatever he is - has changed things. Do you think my comrades will be very pleased that our great work has been exposed to the press? They might suspect... things. Very unpleasant things. Who can say what they will wish to do now?"

Molokov scowled, his fingers itching for his gun. He was on thin ice as it was, and this debacle wouldn't help matters any. Who could say there wasn't already a replacement being flown out right this minute? "I know your distaste for certain... tasks, but we cannot have this khuyesos' interfering in our work."