The day hadn't been too useful, and Conklin hadn't been able to get in touch with Soma again. Typical. She was interesting enough, with what she said the future was like, and it amused him that the power blocs in her time were much the same as they were in his. The West vs. The East. Go figure. And they were both children of Russia in their own right.

The spook sat down and picked mechanically at his turkey. He thought he might try for the file room tonight, if he could, and if something didn't get him first.