The air in the control room at the Third Department’s Haidian compound in Beijing was thick with tobacco smoke and the hum of computer consoles. A dozen tired technicians typed away, eager to give the major-general the impression that they were still alert, even after seventy-two odd hours on the job. Several of them had been asleep at their terminals when the major-general had walked in. They were now fearful of the trajectory of their various PLA careers. The time on the digital wall clock read 7.08 AM.

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