then, a polite knock sounded and a slim man appeared at the open hatchway. Professor Kazim Khandis was dark and handsome, with hair so black that it appeared to have blue highlights, and a small European-style mustache, meaning that he used no oils or wax.
“Yes, what is it?” Armanjani asked without looking up from his work.
“We should have Tokyo online in a few minutes,” Khandis announced in cultured tones.
“Excellent!” Armanjani said, putting aside a ruler. “Was there any trouble with the relay?”
“None whatsoever,” Khandis said, flashing a wide grin, then disappearing around the bulkhead once more.
Leaving the command module, Armanjani awkwardly stepped over to the next container. A scarred hand reached out of the shadows, and Hassan pulled the major across.
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