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they think we want to do out there?"
"You ready for this?" Rodgers asked. "They
believe we've found Noah's Ark and that we plan
to take it to the U.s. They want the Council of
Ministers to cancel our permits."
Katzen angrily jabbed the toe of his boot at
the parched ground. "I really did want to have a look
at that lake. It's got just one species of fish,
the darek, which evolved to survive in the soda-rich
water. We can learn a lot about adaptation from it."
"Sorry," Rodgers said. "We're going to have
to do some adapting of our own." He looked over at
Coffey.
"What do you know about this Motherland Party, Low ell?
Do they have enough power to screw up our shakedown
session?"
Coffey dragged the kerchief along his strong jaw
and then across the back of his neck. "Probably not,"
he said, "though you might want to check with Martha.
They're pretty strong and considerably
right-of-center.
But any debate they start will go back and forth between
the Prime Minister and the Motherlanders for two or three
days before it's brought to the Grand National sembly for a
vote. I don't know about Philbbness excursion, but
I think that'll give us the time to do what we came
here for."
Rodgers nodded. He turned to Sondra.
"Private DeVonne, the Deputy Prime
Minister also told me that leaflets are being passed
out in the streets, informing citizens about our plan
to rob Turkey of its heritage. The government is
sending an intelligence agent, Colonel Nejat
Seden, to help us deal with any incidents. Until
then, please inform Private Pupshaw that some of the people
who'll be heading to the watermelon festival in
Diyarbakir may be carrying a grudge as well as
fruit.
Tell him to stay cool."
"Yes, sir."
Sondra saluted and jogged toward the
burly Pupshaw, who was stationed on the other side
of the tents. He was watching the road where it disappeared
behind a row of hills.
Katzen frowned. "This is great. Not only could
I miss out on the chance to study the darek, but we've
got a hundred million dollars worth of
sophisticated electronics in there. And until this
Colonel Seden gets here, all we've got
to protect it are two Strikers with radios on their