The Yamal's refit did not seem to have brought many changes, but Captain Sasha keenly noticed a few differences.
According to the original lease agreement, Maria of the Stars' team had absolute control over the topmost deck and the bottom two decks of cabins. Yet their people rarely entered those lower decks. Now, they had sealed off every passage leading down and stationed armed guards to patrol nearby.
After the refit, the defenses leading to the lower decks had become even tighter. Every guard wore an exceptionally grave expression, occasionally looking downward with fearful eyes, as though a demon were imprisoned below.
Sasha had a feeling that the lower decks held Vincent's team's greatest secret. But with armed guards there around the clock, he could not find an opportunity for the time being.
If there was no opportunity, then he would create one!
He had long noticed that there was something suspicious about the passenger calling himself Amon. The man's name had not been on the original passenger list, but his invitation was genuine.
Sasha suspected that he was in the same line of work—perhaps sent by another department of the Russian Federal Investigation Bureau, or perhaps a member of a similar agency from another country. On his first day aboard, he had wandered all over the ship. He was clearly familiarizing himself with the layout—
The other man might have been cautious, but he could not fool Sasha's eyes!
Although his superiors had repeatedly told him not to act rashly and alert the enemy, he truly did not want to remain on this ship any longer, drifting along with it like a ghost drowned at sea and caught by a vessel—
His superiors had only said that he could not alert the enemy. They had not said that he