style="font-size:15px;"> “You already know the text of yesterday’s intelligence report, and therefore we will start without any foreword. I decided to send a couple of our best officers to China. We shall not only overcome the United States in this matter, but also to find out what they are going to find in Tibet. Do you have appropriate candidates, Comrade Burlak?”
“Yes, Comrade Lieutenant General!” started the Colonel as if he was a hobbled horse and his restraining bonds suddenly disappeared. “The best professionals in the unit I command are Lieutenant Colonel Bystrov and Captain Kotov!”
“Ah… astral fighters!” Igor Ivanovich smiled showing his white teeth.
“They are not only strong in astral science but are also good at martial arts. Dmitry Bystrov, for example, perfectly mastered the technique of contactless combat!” continued Sergei Petrovich, very pleased with such a rapid positive change.
“That’s what we could do in China, astral fights… In some way we could even put the famous Shaolin monastery to shame,” exclaimed the Deputy Head of the Directorate, without explaining his words further. He understood that the smart commandos will be more than happy to follow his recommendations not to get involved in any “fights”.
It was a good symbolic conversation.
Actually, Sergei Petrovich expected that the office owner would remind that Bystrov was Larin’s son-in-law. But the owner of elegant thin spectacles did not say a word, although he knew for sure about the relationship between Lieutenant Colonel and Lieutenant General. He knew that the personal file of each “character” described it in details. And it was the responsibility of Igor Ivanovich to know about this. The famous Russian expression “bosses should be known in person” had a reverse direction as well…
“Colonel, please prepare your unique specialists for another foreign trip,” exclaimed Igor Ivanovich firmly.
He stood up from the table quickly. He still hadn’t gained any weight because of the sedentary job he had. The subordinates also jumped up.
“May we go, Comrade Lieutenant General?” Larin asked formally snapping to attention.
“Yes! You may go!.. This task shall be entirely under your responsibility, Sergei Petrovich,” Igor Ivanovich instructed looking at the analyst’s back.
Chapter 8
The conversation between Henry Wood and the Congressman took place in a cozy “comer”. Jimmy Scott asked the unit commander about the duties of his subordinates. Lieutenant Colonel started to describe their achievements in an inspired manner.
According to him, it turned out that battle mages are much superior to those of a similar unit of the main potential enemy – Russia.
“We control all the main secrets of Russians.” The Pentagon is very pleased with the disclosure rate which has now almost reached ninety-eight percent!” Wood proclaimed pathetically.
“A very good rate,” the Congressman agreed. He paused and said impressively: “But we, as a commission in charge of special missions, need something more, which is your direct participation in our foreign campaigns.”
“What do you mean by participation?” Lieutenant Colonel started getting worried. “We have a totally different specificity!”
He understood well: if mages would be involved directly to support special operations, that is, to participate in them… Oh! Then the sensitives staff would soon reduce due to combat losses and the unit disappeares! No, he had to object this unreasonable decision. Mages should fight only virtually!
“You misunderstood me, my dear Henry,” Scott said in a conciliatory way. “You think that the special missions are connected only with shooting and explosions. We must work for the future of America. I’m more concerned with the secrets you can get by moving into the past. For example, Nazi Germany once strongly outscored all the leading world powers, including ours.
Transferring to an individual is good. But settlement or substitution (replacement) of one person’s consciousness with the other’s is totally amazing! The CIA archives picked up at the defeated Third Reich contain the mentioning of this unique technique. And it is you, Jimmy, who must turn your people who are now in India, to deal with this particular topic upon arrival in Tibet. My committee will give so much money that you couldn’t even dream about, my dear Lieutenant Colonel. And you will become a General!
“Yes, sure, ok… I’ll meet Major Gottlieb and Sergeant Gordon immediately and psyche them up accordingly,” Lieutenant Colonel Wood hastened to assure his valued guest. The prospect of becoming a General was very inspiring.
After Jimmy Scott’s departure, Henry gingerly walked through the training classes, inspiring battle mages for new achievements in the name of true democracy worldwide. Then he gathered the teachers, the “elite” of his military unit as he called them. Wood set a task before his elite: to help Archibald Gottlieb and Miss Gordon meet the right people and find out all the secrets that can exalt America!
The assistance was in energy feeding of the above-mentioned individuals who are on the front line of the struggle against Russia, China and all those countries that are still beyond the USA control.
In view of the changed tasks of the unit, Henry Wood urgently booked a plane ticket to Beijing.
Sitting in the airplane taxiing out to the start, he fully appreciated the situation with Congressman Scott. Yes, what the head of the commission suggested surpassed Wood’s early assumptions about Gottlieb and Gordon. They need to value such employees rather than work against them!
So Henry decided to be much more friendly with them.
Chapter 9
Bystrov “acknowledged and agreed to unquestioning fulfillment” of the order of the commanding Lieutenant General. He and Vitya Kotov started preparing for the next, a very specific business trip.
Preparation included a conversation with the guys who brought us the consciousness transfer technique. There were three of them. Actually, the extrasensory scouts had nothing new to report. They just told him that they had met a Tibetan who called himself Vangyal on the very last day of their stay in Lhasa.
A peddler approached the three Russians sitting in the hotel courtyard and offered to buy an ancient manuscript. Valka the Sailor, head of the group, unfolded the scroll and asked about its value. The peddler replied in pure English:
“Just one dollar.”
The Russian was surprised with the cheapness so Vangyal silently whispered in his ear:
“I’m not interested in money.”
It was quite interesting: a peddler, one might say, ignored the lust of many people on the planet. It was clear that one dollar was a symbolic price.
When the strange transaction was completed, the unmercenary Tibetan strongly ignoring dollars and yuans again leaned toward the buyer’s ear:
“Give it to Dmitry” and handed him a medallion.
“What Dmitry?” Valka the Sailor goggled his eyes in amazement.
“Your Dmitry, of course…” was the reply.
Vangyal picked up his stall and stepped toward the patio exit.
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