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stun grenades – and the occasional shot was underscored by the quick rattling

bursts of automatic weapons.
He reached the far side of the hangar of trees. Smoke was pouring from the
southern exit to the bunker, and as he neared it, a uniformed figure, the face
covered with a breathing mask, shouted a muffled, ‘Halt! Drop
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‘Custodian!’ Bond yelled, hoping the assault team had been given their
respective code names.
‘Okay, sir. Captain who?’
‘Bond,’ he shouted. ‘James Bond. Now let me get in there.’

The mask was obviously fitted with a speaker device, for the Special Forces
man could be heard clearly. ‘Best not try it without a mask, sir.’
‘Well, get me one.’ Bond’s adrenaline was pumping, and he was aware that
most of the firing had stopped.
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‘James.’ It was his old friend Bill Tanner in camouflage fatigues, a pistol in
his hand. ‘I think they’ve got the lot.’ He was puffing a little as he reached
Bond who made an immediate grab for the smoke mask that dangled from
Tanner’s waist.

‘Let me see for myself,’ he shouted, slipping the mask across his face and
adjusting the straps.
‘Put that on.’ Tanner shoved a Special Forces armband around Bond’s wrist
and up his right arm.

When he reached the southern exit, troops were already bringing people out,
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but he saw neither Brokenclaw nor Bone Bender Ding among them. ‘Hold them
back, I need to get in,’ he snapped at the officer in charge.
‘Who’s asking?’ the man sounded belligerent.

‘Custodian!’ he snapped. ‘Captain Bond, Royal Navy.’
‘Okay, you’re cleared, sir.’ The Special Forces officer sounded no less
belligerent, but held back the line of prisoners being herded out.
As he proceeded into the corridor, he looked at every face in the line of men

being prodded and shoved into the sunlight above. The deeper he went the
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more anxious he became. Not only was there no sign of Brokenclaw, Ding, or
even General H’ang, but he had not set eyes on anyone remotely looking like
one of the Navy prisoners. Nor Chi-Chi. All his instincts told him that it was

far from over yet.
In the room that had been Lee’s study, several officers and enlisted men
were gathered around the table looking at a drawing of the complex maze of

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