The light from the screen made unpleasant shadows on Patriarch Sergius's face. "You'll keep up your ends of the bargain?" This, to the two men he conferenced with.
Dr. Yuriev nodded. "It's a fair trade: you give me Omega's design specs, and I keep a path open for you to secure the Zohar."
Sergius looked at the other man on his screen. "And you, Mr. Wilhelm?"
"My company will provide containment if anything should go wrong. I can assure you there will be no unforeseen difficulties."
Both images went blank after that, and the Patriarch smiled once in the dark.