And so it begins...

"I know it's a bit awkward to approach you with this question during dinner time, but do you know, my friend, who was really responsible for supplying the nuclear weapons to the Phantoms?"

"If it wasn't the former Prime Minister, I wouldn't exactly know who else."

"Think about it. A former Eastern-Bloc country in possession of American nuclear weapons. Special-purpose weapons at that, designed to be launched from a more compact platform at a greater range too."

"It's been more than two decades since the collapse. Only a handful of people would have even the slightest idea of what kind of deal the Americans struck with the Ukrainians to keep the Russian Federation at bay. Tensions were high, I remember, but that was the past."

"I knew of no politician in all of Ukraine that can even get close to ordering prototype nuclear missiles from the '90s and I can guarantee you there is not a single engineer in Ukraine that has enough familiarity with American missile systems to modify the weapons that extensively. Have you seen the diagrams of the modifications?"

"As a matter of fact, no."

"I doubt that an engineer from Martin Marietta or even the merged company Lockheed Martin would have thought about merging the warhead from the SS-25 Topol into the damn missile. So you know of nobody that could have possibly invented these abominations?"

"I've already told you, no, I have no idea about what is going on. What are you getting at?"

"Maybe this will jog your memory."

"What is this?"

"The file took some beating during transport through an active warzone, but still, it was already a miracle getting it out of the ruins of your former employer's headquarters."

"Negev Nuclear Research Center?"

"No, a little forward. Hell, the name's on the cover. Why don't you take it back to your accommodations and report back to me if this lead is viable."