Golden Buddha Part 12

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"Do you have spare belts and hoses?"

"I can find some," the man told him.

Gannon reached into his pocket and removed a wad of bills wrapped with a thick rubber band. Removing the rubber band, he fanned out the bills.

"How much to take me and a cargo to the border with Tibet?" he asked. "With amnesia included."

"Amnesia?" the man said, not understanding.



"After this is over," Gannon said, "I want you to forget we ever met."

The man nodded. "One thousand dollars," he said easily, "and one DVD player."

"Sounds reasonable," Gannon said. "Now, do you know where I can buy an ox?"

nn THE OREGON WAS a buzz of activity. Belowdecks in the Magic Shop, the players in the band were checking their instruments and arranging their costumes. Juan Cabrillo flipped open his cell phone and answered a call.

"Situation is stabilized here," Linda Ross said. "I'm headed to the site now."

"We've got three men inside and one watching from outside the wall," Cabrillo said. "If anyone catches on, you sound the alarm and help will come running."

"Piece of cake," Ross said.

The telephone went dead and Cabrillo turned to Max Hanley.

"Iselda is making her entrance."

"So far so good," Hanley said.

Mark Murphy finished with Kasim and patted his back. "There you go," he said.

122.

123.

Michael Halpert was playing with a microphone. Murphy turned to him and motioned.

"Come on, kid," he said, "let me get you strapped."

Halpert walked over and turned his back to Murphy, who raised Halpert's s.h.i.+rt.

"This is a featherlight thirty-eight, Mike," Murphy recited as he taped a holster containing the weapon on Halpert's lower back. "Now I want you to reach back and yank the smoke wagon."

It was a line Murphy had heard from the movie Tombstone--ever since then, he'd used it unmercifully. Halpert reached back and pulled the pistol.

"Hang on," Murphy said. "It's too high, you're c.o.c.king your elbow."

He readjusted the holster and waited until Halpert tried it again.

"That's better," he said. "Let me see your boot."

Halpert turned and raised his pant leg. Murphy strapped on a knife inside a hard plastic case. Murphy strapped on a knife inside a hard plastic case.

"Be careful with this, Mike," Murphy told him, "the blade has been dipped in a paralytic poison. If things turn to s.h.i.+t, you just have to nick someone and they'll go down. The problem is, the same thing happens to you if your target takes it from you. Be sure he's close and make sure you are in control of the situation."

"Okay, Mark," Halpert said quietly.

The knife was in place and Murphy climbed from his knees. "You worried?" he asked quietly.

"A little," Halpert said. "I'm usually not on the operational end."

Murphy nodded and smiled. "Don't worry, buddy, I'm going to be right next to you. If trouble breaks out, they have to get through me first."

Halpert nodded, then walked over to pick his microphone up again.

"Boss," he said to Cabrillo, "you're last."

Cabrillo smiled and walked over to Murphy. He was dressed in a costume that would make Elton John blush. Murphy raised one of the 1 sequined pockets on the vest and slid two hypodermic needles in covers inside. In the other pocket, he slid an arced carbon-fiber blade that had holes for fingers.

"Your blade is dipped in paralytic agent, too," he said, spinning Cabrillo around and strapping a small automatic weapon to his lower back. "The bullets are wad cutters. There's not as much horsepower in the rounds as I like, so be close before you pull the trigger."

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that," Cabrillo said.

Lincoln had already been outfitted, and he stood to one side, playing with his ba.s.s guitar.

Cabrillo smiled, then spoke.

"Okay, everybody, we'll be going in soon," he said. "Remember the order of operations and make sure you've memorized the out. If at any time I give the signal to pull out, make your way to the extraction point.

Keep in mind this portion today is only one part of the bigger picture--if this goes haywire, we still have ways of salvaging the operation. There are no bold heroes--only old heroes. The weapons are to be used only if everything goes to h.e.l.l and one of our people is in danger of losing life or limb. What we want, as always, is an orderly operation where we do our job and return here safe and sound. Any questions?"

The Magic Shop was silent.

"Okay, people," Cabrillo said, "then give your letters to Julia."

Medical Officer Julia Huxley hated this part of her job. The letters gave instructions for the lengths of medical care each man wanted if critically injured. They also gave detailed instructions as to the dispersal of the operatives' funds and other bequests. Whatever was in the letters, Huxley was bound to see it through. She walked around the room collecting the sealed envelopes. When she was done, the room was quiet.

"That always puts a pall over the proceedings," Murphy said, laughing.

"We're not going in to disable a nuclear warhead. We're just stealing some gold."

The sour mood dissipated and they resumed talking.

122.

123.

Michael Halpert was playing with a microphone. Murphy turned to him and motioned.

"Come on, kid," he said, "let me get you strapped."

Halpert walked over and turned his back to Murphy, who raised Halpert's s.h.i.+rt.

"This is a featherlight thirty-eight, Mike," Murphy recited as he taped a holster containing the weapon on Halpert's lower back. "Now I want you to reach back and yank the smoke wagon."

It was a line Murphy had heard from the movie Tombstone--ever since then, he'd used it unmercifully. Halpert reached back and pulled the pistol.

"Hang on," Murphy said. "It's too high, you're c.o.c.king your elbow."

He readjusted the holster and waited until Halpert tried it again.

"That's better," he said. "Let me see your boot."

Halpert turned and raised his pant leg. Murphy strapped on a knife inside a hard plastic case. Murphy strapped on a knife inside a hard plastic case.

"Be careful with this, Mike," Murphy told him, "the blade has been dipped in a paralytic poison. If things turn to s.h.i.+t, you just have to nick someone and they'll go down. The problem is, the same thing happens to you if your target takes it from you. Be sure he's close and make sure you are in control of the situation."

"Okay, Mark," Halpert said quietly.

The knife was in place and Murphy climbed from his knees. "You worried?" he asked quietly.

"A little," Halpert said. "I'm usually not on the operational end."

Murphy nodded and smiled. "Don't worry, buddy, I'm going to be right next to you. If trouble breaks out, they have to get through me first."

Halpert nodded, then walked over to pick his microphone up again.

"Boss," he said to Cabrillo, "you're last."

Cabrillo smiled and walked over to Murphy. He was dressed in a costume that would make Elton John blush. Murphy raised one of the sequined pockets on the vest and slid two hypodermic needles in covers inside. In the other pocket, he slid an arced carbon-fiber blade that had holes for fingers.

"Your blade is dipped in paralytic agent, too," he said, spinning Cabrillo around and strapping a small automatic weapon to his lower back. "The bullets are wad cutters. There's not as much horsepower in the rounds as I like, so be close before you pull the trigger."

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that," Cabrillo said.

Lincoln had already been outfitted, and he stood to one side, playing with his ba.s.s guitar.

Cabrillo smiled, then spoke.

"Okay, everybody, we'll be going in soon," he said. "Remember the order of operations and make sure you've memorized the out. If at any time I give the signal to pull out, make your way to the extraction point.

Keep in mind this portion today is only one part of the bigger picture--if this goes haywire, we still have ways of salvaging the operation. There are no bold heroes--only old heroes. The weapons are to be used only if everything goes to h.e.l.l and one of our people is in danger of losing life or limb. What we want, as always, is an orderly operation where we do our job and return here safe and sound. Any questions?"

The Magic Shop was silent.

"Okay, people," Cabrillo said, "then give your letters to Julia."

Medical Officer Julia Huxley hated this part of her job. The letters gave instructions for the lengths of medical care each man wanted if critically injured. They also gave detailed instructions as to the dispersal of the operatives' funds and other bequests. Whatever was in the letters, Huxley was bound to see it through. She walked around the room collecting the sealed envelopes. When she was done, the room was quiet.

"That always puts a pall over the proceedings," Murphy said, laughing.

"We're not going in to disable a nuclear warhead. We're just stealing some gold."

The sour mood dissipated and they resumed talking.

1.124.

125.

"We have some time before we need to leave," Hartley said, "so if you need to eat or whatever, the time is now."

Everyone filtered out of the room, leaving only Cabrillo and Hanley.

"Meadows and Jones ready?" Cabrillo asked.

"Right on schedule," Hanley said.

"And the flyboy?"

"Jetting his way here," Hanley said, "as we speak."

"Then the fun is about ready to happen."

A PAIR OF men on motorcycles with sidecars sat on the side of Rua de Lourenco and watched employees from the Macau Public Works Department erecting barricades along the route of the Good Friday parade. The side streets would all be blocked off, but the barricades were wooden sawhorses and would yield to the b.u.mper of a car or the front tire of a motorcycle.

"Let's ride over to the staging area," one of the men said.

The other man nodded and pushed his starter b.u.t.ton, then placed the cycle in gear and drove up the street. A few blocks away, he slid over to the side of the road and shut off the engine. The street leading out of the staging area was festooned with banners and crepe-paper streamers. Paper lanterns holding candles were placed along the route, waiting to be lit at dusk. Various vendors were setting up shop in handcarts to offer food and drink to those watching the parade, while a street sweeper made a last-minute pa.s.s to make sure the street at least started out clean.

"They sure are big on dragons," said one of the men, pointing to a large line of floats.

There were at least seventy different floats. s.h.i.+ps, stages where musicians would play, sword swallowers and juggling acts. And dragons.

Red crepe-paper monstrosities, a blue-and-yellow dragon with a long tail posed in the air.

The floats were built on motorized platforms, then outlined in thick wire and covered with cloth, paper or, in one case, what looked like hammered copper. A single driver perched inside each steered down the route by staring through a small slit in the front of the float. The exhaust from the small internal-combustion engines was vented out the side.

It was quiet now, but by the amount of speakers on the various floats, it was obvious that once the parade got under way there would be a medley of sights and sounds.

"I'm going to go take a look," one of the men said as he climbed off the motorcycle and walked over to a nearby float. Lifting the side curtain, he stared at the framework before a policeman walked over and shooed him away.

"Lot of room under there," he said to his partner as he returned and climbed back into his seat.

Several members of a marching band trudged past, followed by an elephant with a handler sitting atop in a basket chair.

"h.e.l.l of a deal," the second man said quietly, "h.e.l.l of a deal."

T) ICHARD TRUITT STARED in the mirror in his hotel room on Av--LV^nida de Almeida Ribeiro, then adjusted his tie. Reaching into his shaving kit, he removed a round container and opened it up. Touching his fingertip to the colored contact lens, he placed it over an eye and blinked it into place. After placing the second lens, he stood back and examined the result. Reaching into his shaving kit, he removed a round container and opened it up. Touching his fingertip to the colored contact lens, he placed it over an eye and blinked it into place. After placing the second lens, he stood back and examined the result.

Golden Buddha Part 12

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