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stakeout of the Fairmont. If so, he should be easy meat and 007 would have the

answers to his questions quite quickly. It was remarkable how easily people
talked when you applied enough muscle to certain key points of the anatomy.
He crossed the road and was around the intersection just in time to see
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Bond had no idea whether Porpoise had spotted him or not, but he was now
committed. One way or another there had to be a showdown. He rounded the
corner to find himself in a deserted narrow street. He was less than a block
away from the noise and glare of the main thoroughfare, but suddenly this was

a different world, silent, still and poorly lit. He slowed, walking carefully,
keeping away from the wall and its many doorways in which Porpoise could
quite easily be hidden.
Garbage was piled against some of the buildings, the rear exits of fast food
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joints, restaurants, clubs and stores, while extra light filtered on to the street
from the rear windows of these places.
Still no sign of Porpoise. No sign of anybody, except for one sudden
explosion of a girl pushing her customer out of a door and immediately

propositioning Bond, who fended her off with the snarl he was beginning to
perfect. It was no good being polite to these people of the streets, no good
giving them a pleasant ‘Not tonight, dear, thank you.’ They understood four-
letter expletives much better – the kind Woody Allen had described as ‘Go

forth, be fruitful, and multiply.’
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The street narrowed then turned abruptly widening into a kind of courtyard.
There was Porpoise standing and looking about him as though lost. Now, Bond
thought, now I can take him and find out what the hell’s going on. He took a

step forward out of the shadow, then shrank back against the wall for two
figures had appeared ahead of Porpoise, advancing from a wide double
doorway above which an old weathered wooden sign hung, scrawled with
Chinese characters.

The two were dressed in dark clothes, running suits most likely. Each wore
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a visored baseball cap and held baseball bats swinging easily in their hands.
Bond automatically reached for his gun before he realised that he was
unarmed. He had come on holiday and was quite unprepared for any kind of

confrontation that called for more than the use of fists. There was no way he
could take on this pair steadily approaching Porpoise, bats at the ready.
Porpoise threw one quick look over his shoulder, then called out to the men

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