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emain on this frequency. Thank you ever so much."
Castillo looked back into the cabin. Berezovsky's eyes were wide open.
What the hell, I'm a very light sleeper myself when my ass is in a crack.
Berezovsky was still awake and alert when the loudspeakers beeped three times again.
"Gulfstream 379, Rhine Control. I have your revised clearance. Advise when ready to copy."
"Gulfstream 379 ready to copy."
"Gulfstream 379, you are now cleared to Golf-Oscar-Oscar-Yankee. After Geneva direct Toulouse, direct Malaga."
This time, when Castillo glanced down the aisle to see if Berezovsky was showing any reaction to hearing the air traffic control conversation, the Russian was coming down the aisle. He reached Castillo and squatted beside him.
"I presume this aircraft has GPS capability?"
He has to ask?
Are the Russians really that backward?
Hell, he's my age; GPS has been around our generation practically forever.
Castillo nodded.
"May I see it?"
Castillo considered yelling for Davidson to open the cockpit door, then looked around the aircraft. Most everyone, including the women and child, were sleeping. He reached behind him and picked up the aircraft intercom phone.
"Jack!"
Davidson appeared in the cockpit door a moment later. He held a phone handset to his ear.
"Show the colonel where we are on the GPS," Castillo ordered into the phone.
Davidson waved Berezovsky into the cockpit.
The Russian went up the aisle and into the cockpit.
A minute or so later, Berezovsky reappeared and approached Castillo.
"Tom, you're just going to have to learn to trust me, ol' buddy."
Berezovsky didn't reply. He simply walked back to his seat.
Castillo sensed Svetlana's eyes on him.
Guess she wasn't exactly sound asleep.
"We have a training tape, a simulator, that shows that we're approaching Sheremetyevo," Castillo said to her, referring to the Moscow airport. "I should have had that running."
Svetlana shook her head. But he thought he noticed a smile.
"You're going to have to remember that he's a senior SVR colonel," she said.
"Was a senior colonel. Now he's what's called a defector."
"And that makes me?" she asked.
