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〃They've found the helicopter； the Tigre。〃 Moneypenny sounded breathless。 〃They would like you to e down to the Operations Room as soon as possible。 Mr。 Tanner says it is somewhat urgent。〃
〃You go ahead； 007。〃 M had already begun to busy herself at the desk。 〃I'll be down shortly。〃
〃Typical；' he thought； but acknowledged the instruction calmly。 〃Where have they found the damned thing？〃 he asked himself。
His intuition told him that the Operations Room had unpleasant news in store； but he had no idea of how serious the situation would really turn out to be。
Some fifty miles inland from the furthest tip of northern Russia where the land spits out into the Arctic Ocean； there is a ruin that was once Severnaya Station； an operational control post for some of the Soviet Union's most terrifying weapons of mass destruction。 The ground around the area is for the most part flat； and usually strewn with ice and snow for most of the year。
About half…an…hour before Bond was summoned to the Operations Room at the headquarters of the Secret Intelligence Service in London； a sled； drawn by four dogs； bounced and rolled its way towards the little parcel of ruined buildings。 The man who stood at the back of the sled was a Yuit Eskimo； and he came from the small settlement close to what had once been a whole village； some two miles from Severnaya Station。
After the people had e to build the now ruined station； many of the Yuit had died from diseases brought by the strangers。 Only the hardy ones remained； now four families were left in the settlement。
They merely wanted to live as their people had always lived； so they had made themselves useful to the strangers just as he was doing by travelling to the nearest township and collecting artifacts which he could sell when the troglodytes came up from under the ground； which they did every six months or so。
The Yuit was very tired： anxious to see his family again for the entire trip had taken the best part of a week。
Though he would never know it； the accident occurred because of his fatigue and the pace at which he ran the dogs。 He did not even see the boulder peeping from the slick ground。 The lead dog saw the danger a fraction too late； swerved to avoid the obstacle and swung the sled into an impossible turn。 The runners hit the boulder off centre and the driver was thrown hard against a cluster of rocks and ice。
Even with the layers of fur and the big hood he wore； the man broke several bones including his neck。 He tried to move but could not even stir for the pain。 He lay there in the snow； with the dogs whining and… clustering around him。 He made a supreme effort； one last great push through the agony； attempting to get up。 This last action killed him and he dropped back onto the ground； a little bundle of fur。
The dogs gathered around him for a while； as though trying to give their master some warmth to revive him。
After ten minutes or so they sat down and waited。 Eventually the lead dog would guide them back to the tiny settlement； but for the moment they kept a vigil over their dead master。 Nobody could know how this accident and the unsupervised dog team would save another life in the next few hours。
It was quite soon after the sled accident that the Tigre helicopter arrived； bearing its two uninvited guests。
Both British and American analysts had shown an interest in the seemingly defunct Severnaya Station。 From the big satellites they had many pictures of the area which the Russians claimed had been taken off the operational list for the past two years。 The pictures showed ruin and decay； except for one thing … the huge radio telescope dish that appeared to grow from the ground。 The dish had been there for some years； but the pictures seemed to show that it occasionally changed。
The analysts maintained that over a very short period of time the dish had bee larger and that it moved now and then。 There were sceptics； of course； some of them with a great deal of experience and knowledge。
The latter pointed out that the dish might well move with the wind； and the idea that it had bee larger was an optical illusion caused by changes in the weather； and different angles of the sun。
In fact the dish was larger； and it did move at the mand of men and women hidden deep in the earth； some thirty feet below the surface； for the Severnaya Station was far from dormant。
The dish； at this very moment； was locked onto a forgotten piece of former Soviet space junk … in reality a fully operational satellite … over the Middle East It was being controlled by a young woman sitting at a work…station in a well…lit； windowless； scrupulously clean； spacious puter room。
There were roughly a dozen such men and women； all working in this section of the plex。 Not one of them was over forty years of age and they had been chosen from a list of hundreds of potential puter scientists throughout the Federation of Russian States。
Doors to kitchens； rest rooms； dining and sleeping facilities led off from this technical area； and a thick glass wall divided the scientists from a control room； manned by several men and women in uniform。 This second section ~J'J~ U ~ ~ y ~ contained a long console replete with digital electronic instruments and switches topped by a vast screen； blank at this moment。 Sunk into the wall behind this plex control area； was a brilliant red safe。 Next to the safe in scarlet lettering was a notice in Russian which said Locked。
Authorization Code Required； and as an extra precaution； a steel electronic gate secured by steel plates directly in front of the safe。
Out among the lines of puters； the girl manipulating the satellite was tall； slender and dark with high cheek bones and clear brown eyes。 What marked this girl； Natalya Simonova； from the other technicians was her neatness and the clothes she wore … a long black skirt and a ~bite shirt covered by a patterned waistcoat。 Many of her colleagues wore the untidy； shapeless grunge look； or worse。 The man to her right was clad in dirty jeans； a Whited magazine T…shirt and a black leather motorbike jacket。 His hair looked as though it had seen neither shampoo nor b in a week and his attitude was one of an edgy spaced…out cyberpunk。 Boris Grishenko was indeed all of these things and tolerated by those who controlled the establishment because he was undoubtedly the most brilliant scientist in the entire plex。
Natalya spoke quietly into the small mike attached to a headset 〃Rotate right sixty degrees； ascend to one hundred kilometers。
The blinking satellite symbol on her monitor moved at bet bidding。
She smiled as though she had just taught a clever trick to a pet。 Her delight was interrupted by a miniacal scream of laughter from Boris。
〃I've done it。 Defle it。。
Natalya glanced at her friend； Anna； who was seated at the terminal on her left。 Anna rolled her eyes and made a gesture with her hand which meant to show that he was unhinged。
〃Natalya； e and see what I've done。〃 He had gone into hyper crazy mode； so she walked over and looked at hi