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There was a clatter as he dropped the 9mm, turned, and placed his hands on

his head.
‘Well, well. Captain Bond. We thought your own people had taken care of
you. But it’ll be a pleasure to fix you once and for all.’
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him, and he recognised the agents who had called on him at the Fairmont after
he had seen Agent Malloney bludgeoned to death. Even their names came back
readily to him. Wood and Nolan.
It was Wood who was speaking while Nolan dispersed the small knot of

people who had gathered with the usual morbidity of people who watch arrests
being made, happy in the thought that ‘There, but for the grace of God, go I.’
‘I’ll come with you gladly, gentlemen. I need to make a phone call. I am
allowed one, aren’t I?’ Then he saw that Wood was looking past him, talking to
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someone near the building. ‘You want this guy, Ding?’
‘Want him bad, Mr Wood. The broken clawed one requires him,’ Ding
hissed.
‘Dead or alive?’ Wood asked.

‘Oh, we take him back alive, I think. Much vengeance to be reaped.’
Nolan had joined the party. ‘Where you want him, Ding?’
‘Our car. On corner. I take him, okay?’
‘By all means.’ Wood gave Bond a little push.

‘Just tell Mr Lee to keep those little envelopes coming, Ding. We’ll need
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extra for this.’ Then, to Bond, ‘Act natural, Captain. I guess where you’re going
there won’t be much chance to act natural for a long time.’
Ding grinned and stooped to pick up the fallen ASP which he jabbed into the

right side of his belt.
‘If ever.’ Wood gave him another push, straight into the arms of Bone Bender
Ding, who embraced him like a bear, put an armlock on him and prodded his
back with his own handgun. ‘You move now. Our way this time. The wolves

will not go hungry tonight, I think. Ai?’
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