"What’s to wonder?" Markowitz said without looking up from his search. "We already knew Telestrian was playing cozy with the Confeds and playing rough with us. Someone had to get these guys and their equipment across the border, and it’s easier for a multinational to put transport across a border than it is for a foreign military." Markowitz tossed away the web belt whose pouches he’d been examining. "Too bad we don’t have one of them left to wring the details from. We might have been better off if Cinqueda’s brother was here."