own in the Central Committee. But the General, too, had to be wary. Bondarenko was wearing his newest and best-tailored uniform, complete with several rows of ribbons, including two awards for bravery in Afghanistan and the special badge worn by Defense Ministry staff officers.
"Comrade General, I regret whatever inconvenience I have caused you, but I do have my orders."
"Of course," Pokryshkin noted with a broadening smile. He gestured to a silver tray. "Tea?"
"Thank you."
The General poured two cups himself instead of summoning his orderly. "Is that a Red Banner I see? Afghanistan?"
"Yes, Comrade General, I spent some time there."
"And how did you earn it?"
"I was attached to a Spetznaz unit as a special observer. We were tracking a small band of bandits. Unfortunately, they were smarter than the unit commander believed, and he allowed us to follow them into an ambush. Half the team was killed or wounded, including the unit commander." Who earned his death, Bondarenko thought. "I assumed command and called in help. The bandits withdrew before we could bring major forces to bear, but they did leave eight bodies behind."
"How did a communications expert-"
"I volunteered. We were having difficulties with tactical communications, and I decided to take the situation in hand myself. I am not a real combat soldier, Comrade General, but there are some things you have to see for yourself. That is another concern I have with this post. We are perilously close to the Afghan border, and your security seems not lax, but perhaps overly comfortable."
Pokryshkin nodded agreement. "The security force is KGB, as you have doubtless noted. They report to me, but are not strictly under my orders. For early warning of possible threats, I have an arrangement with Frontal Aviation. Their aerial-reconnaissance school uses the valleys around here as a training area. A classmate of mine at Frunze has arranged coverage of this entire area. If anyone approaches this installation from Afghanistan, it's a long walk, and we'll know about it long before they get here."
Bondarenko noted this with approval. Procurer for wizards or not, Pokryshkin hadn't forgotten everything, as too many general officers tended to do.
"So, Gennady Iosifovich, exactly what are you looking for?" the General asked. The atmosphere was somewhat milder now that both men had established their professionalism.
"The Minister wishes an appraisal of the effectiveness and reliability of your systems."
"Your knowledge of lasers?" Pokryshkin asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I am familiar with the applications side. I was on the team with Academician Goremykin that developed the new laser communications systems."
"Really? We have some of them here."
"I didn't know that," Bondarenko said.
"Yes. We use them in our guard towers, and to link our laboratory facilities with the shops. It's easier than stringing telephone lines, and is more secure. Your invention has proven very useful indeed, Gennady Iosifovich. Well. You know our mission here, of course."
"Yes, Comrade General. How close are you to your goal?"
"We have a major system test coming up in three days."
"Oh?" Bondarenko was very surprised by that.
"We received permission to run it only yesterday. Perhaps the Ministry hasn't been fully informed. Can you stay for it?"
"I wouldn't miss it."
"Excellent." General Pokryshkin rose. "Come, let's go to see my wizards."
The sky was clear and blue, the deeper blue that comes from being above most of the atmosphere. Bondarenko was surprised to see that the General did his own driving in a UAZ-469, the Soviet equivalent of a jeep.
"You do not have to ask, Colonel. I do my own driving because we do not have room up here for unnecessary personnel, and-well, I was a fighter pilot. Why should I trust my life to some beardless boy who barely knows how to shift gears? How do you like our roads?"
Not at all, Bondarenko didn't say as the General speeded down a slope. The road was barely five meters wide, with a precipitous drop on the passenger side of the car. "You should try this when it's icy!" The General laughed.
"We've been lucky on weather lately. Last autumn we had nothing but rain for two weeks. Most unusual here; the monsoon's supposed to drop all the water on India, but the winter has been agreeably dry and clear." He shifted gears as the road bottomed out. A truck was coming from the other direction, and Bondarenko did all he could not to cringe as the jeep's right-side tires spun through rocks at the road's uneven edge. Pokryshkin was having some fun with him, but that was to be expected. The