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feathers.

Bond embraced Chi-Chi, whispering that he would soon be back. He was
halfway down the corridor, following Lee past the dining room, when he
realised that she had whispered ‘I love you.’
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and the sleight-of-body that he must now embark upon if Brokenclaw Lee’s
organisation was to be smashed this very day.
Ding stood at the furthest extremity of the passageway beside a young white
man who was dressed in black trousers and a white short-sleeved shirt with

sunglasses clipped to the breast pocket. They had passed the Jericho
laboratory some five hundred yards back, so Bond reckoned that the whole
underground complex running south of the house covered an area of around
three-quarters of a mile.
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Brokenclaw gave rapid orders to Ding, speaking in fast Cantonese, Ding
interrupting with single sharp ‘Ais’, making it obvious that he understood.
Bond prayed that Lee was passing on the facts of life to his burly bodyguard.
The last thing he required was Bone Bender Ding’s presence in the bank where

the Curve team had set up a method of contact, and a means to bring Chi-Chi
and himself out from undercover. ‘I’ll be all set and ready for you,’ Grant had
said during the briefing. ‘I’ll have three of my best guys working on it.’
Finally, Brokenclaw nodded, the gesture signifying that they should move

quickly. There were the usual stairs at the end of the corridor, this time leading
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to a door on which electronic bolts had to be deactivated from a small keypad
in the wall before it could be opened. Passing through into the sunlight, he saw
that even with the security locks, well-trained experts could blow the door in a

matter of seconds.
Bond followed the pilot and Ding took up a position to the rear as they made
their way over a long, grassy mound dotted with rocks. To the left, the ground
sloped upwards, craggy, high and uninviting like a cliff towering above them.

He could smell the sea close at hand and there was the hum of traffic in the
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distance.
When they reached the wooded area, some hundred yards from the exit,
Bond saw that in fact there were only some forty tall trees forming a rough

circle. Inside the circle the way was barred by a high fence, cunningly
decorated with evergreens, so that even from a few paces away the circle of
trees appeared to be a dense copse.

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