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tunnels.

No smoke lingered here, so Bond took off the mask and quickly introduced
himself. ‘Unless you’ve taken people out of the north exit, you haven’t got them
all, not by any stretch.’
‘We know that, Captain Bond. There are still some down there. Here.’ His
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finger traced one of the offshoots from the main corridor. ‘But we haven’t
identified it.’
Bond’s mind raced back. He had been taken from the secure room where
they had left Chi-Chi. Yes, the passage was small and had led straight into the

main corridor. Chi-Chi had said something about a false wall and a narrow
passage. ‘I think I know.’ He did not even wait for anyone to follow him but
dived through the door and dashed down the stairs, heading along the northern
corridor. The passages sprouted to left and right then about two hundred yards
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into the tunnel, he saw the start of an oblong passage leading to the left. It
looked as though nobody had bothered to extend it, for six paces inside, it was
blocked by what seemed to be a solid brick wall. Chi-Chi had said something
about kicking a brick at the lower left side. Looking down it was plain that the

brick in question protruded slightly. Bond kicked and the whole wall slid
away, revealing a lighted passage. A figure moved thirty yards down, shouting
and turning at the same moment.
Frozen Stalk Pu lifted a handgun, but Bond already had two shots away, and

Pu levitated for a second before being flung back to sprawl on the floor.
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There were cheers from further down the passage. The Naval prisoners, he
presumed. Someone shouted, ‘That bastard Ding’s with the girl.’
Bond’s feet hardly touched the ground as he covered the distance to what he

now recognised as the secure room where he had last been with Chi-Chi.
Pistol at the high port, he lashed out at the door and leaped into the room.
There was a blurred image of Chi-Chi, now quite naked, cowering in a
corner, but the next thing he knew was a ferocious kick which sent his pistol

flying.
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Bond dropped and rolled, coming up to face the grinning, gold-toothed Bone
Bender Ding. ‘Now you fin’ out why they call me Bone Bender,’ the giant
hissed.

Bond moved in, but Ding was fast and very good. Feinting left, his foot
lashed out catching Bond’s shin and toppling him to the floor. He was on his
feet again quickly, but Ding performed an almost balletic pirouette. His body

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