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to New York.’

‘You don’t like flying?’
‘I don’t know if I’m going to like it in a jet fighter.’
‘Only difference between that and airlines is you don’t get a movie.’ He
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blessing. You also don’t get those little packets of nuts.’
‘Thank heaven for that. I thought it was the full coach class business. I feel
much better now.’
Just after one fifteen in the afternoon, they were both taken to an empty crew

room and given blue coveralls with yellow patches on the back, identifying
them as baggage handlers. Grant had joined them, and Ed Rushia was already
kitted out in a G-suit, having no need for the coveralls. They had a quick final
word with the American, who was to leave a little in advance of Bond and
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Chi-Chi. As he walked from the crew room, Rushia turned and gave them a
broad smile. ‘Break a leg, you two,’ he said. ‘Isn’t that the correct way to
address actors about to go on stage?’
‘I believe so.’ Bond frowned. ‘But we’re not actors, Ed.’

‘You wanna bet on that, James?’ He raised a hand and made a sweeping,
theatrical departure.
A technician came in and helped them into their G-suits, then left them alone.
‘I feel like an astronaut in this stuff.’ Chi-Chi had gone undeniably pale.

‘You look like a pretty desirable astronaut then. You can park your shuttle
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next to mine any time.’
‘I might just take you up on that. I was . . .’
She was cut off by the CIA man, Grant, coming into the room. ‘Others are on

their way down,’ he said, not looking either of them in the eyes. ‘I have to tell
you that we still haven’t got a real handle on Jenny Mo yet.’
‘Not even an indication?’
‘Not a sniff.’

‘We’ll just have to pray.’ Bond glanced at Chi-Chi.
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‘No.’ Grant sounded hard and concerned. ‘No, until we get a definite fix that
the Jenny Mo we have on this ship is not the real Jenny Mo, you’ll both have to
assume the worst. I have to tell you, Ms Chi-Ho, that the risk is high.’

She shook her head. ‘Don’t worry, Mr Grant. I just don’t want to talk about
it any Mo’.’
Bond was amused at the look of pain that passed across Grant’s face. Then

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