two seconds later； Admiral Sandecker would be stuck with the chore of writing my eulogy。〃
〃When we flew over Foley's cabin； the place was swarming with guys in black ninja suits。 Naturally thinking the worst； I shoved the throttles to the board and we took off after you。 After finding you being strafed by a bunch of shady characters flying ultralights； we just naturally crashed the party。〃
〃And saved a dozen lives；〃 Pitt added。 〃But where in hell did you e from？ The last I heard you were in Hawaii and Rudi was in Washington。〃
〃Lucky for you；〃 said Gunn； 〃Admiral Sandecker was handed a priority project by the President。 As much as he disliked cutting off your rest and recuperation； he ordered Giordino and me to meet in Seattle。 We both arrived last night； then borrowed a helicopter at the NUMA marine…science center at Bremerton to e pick you up。 After you called the admiral this morning and told him what you'd discovered and that you were making a run for it down the river； Al and I took off and dashed across the Olympic Peninsula in forty minutes flat。〃
〃That Machiavellian old sea dog sent you thousands of miles just to put me back to work？〃 Pitt asked in mild amazement。
Gunn smiled。 〃He told me that he was reasonably certain that if he'd called himself； you'd have uttered unrepeatable words over the phone。〃
〃That old man knows me pretty well；〃 Pitt admitted。
〃You've had a rough time；〃 said Gunn sympathetically。 〃Perhaps I can talk him into letting you lay low for a few days longer。〃
〃Not a bad idea；〃 Giordino added candidly。 〃You look like the rat the cat dragged in。〃
〃Some vacation；〃 Pitt said finally。 〃I hope I never have another like it。 I'd like to think of it as being over。〃
Gunn motioned toward the edge of the dock。 〃The helicopter isn't far。 Think you can make it okay？〃
〃There are a few things I'd like to take care of before you rush me off；〃 Pitt said； giving both men a cold eye。 〃First； I'd like to get Sam Foley's Chris…Craft to the nearest boat yard for repairs and an engine overhaul。 Second； it might be nice if we found a doctor who wouldn't ask a lot of questions while he attends to a gunshot wound in my hip。 And third； I'm starved。 I'm not going anywhere until I've been fed breakfast。〃
〃You're wounded？〃 both men said in unison。
〃Hardly a life…threatening puncture； but I'm not keen to get gangrene。〃
The show of obstinacy was tremendously effective。 Giordino nodded at Gunn。 〃You find Dirk a doctor； I'll take care of the boat。 Then we'll check out the nearest restaurant。 This looks like a good town for boiled crab。〃
〃There is one more thing；〃 said Pitt。
The two men stared at him expectantly。
〃What's this urgent project I have to drop everything for？〃
〃It involves an underwater investigation of a strange shipping port near Morgan City； Louisiana；〃 answered Gunn。
〃What's so strange about a shipping port？〃
〃Its location in a swamp； for one thing。 That； and the fact the developer is the head of a large…scale international alien…smuggling empire。〃
〃Heaven help me；〃 Pitt said piously； throwing up his hands。
〃Say it isn't true。〃
〃You have a problem？〃 Giordino asked。
〃I've been up to my ears in illegal immigrants for the past twelve hours…that's the problem。〃
〃It's truly amazing how you can gather on…the…job experience with such ease。〃
Pitt fixed his friend with an icy stare。 〃I suppose our divine government thinks the port is being used to smuggle in aliens。〃
〃The facility is far too elaborate for that alone；〃 replied Gunn。 〃We've been given the job of discovering its true purpose。〃
〃Who built and developed the port？〃
〃An outfit by the name of Qin Shang Maritime Limited out of Hong Kong。〃
Pitt didn't throw an apoplectic fit。 He didn't even bat an eyelid。 He did look； however； as if he'd been punched in the pit of his stomach。 His face took on the expression of a man in a horror movie who just found out his wife ran away with the monster。 His fingers bit deeply； painfully； into Gunn's arm。 〃You did say Qin Shang？〃
〃That's right；〃 answered Gunn； wondering how he would explain the black…and…blue marks at his gym。 〃He directs an empire of malignant activities。 Possibly the fourth…richest man in the world。 You act as though you know him。〃
〃We've never met； but I'm safe in saying he hates my guts。〃
〃You're kidding；〃 said Giordino。
Gunn looked puzzled。 〃Why would a man who has more money than a New York City bank hate an ordinary screwup like you？〃
〃Because；〃 Pitt said with a fiendish grin； 〃I torched his yacht。〃
When Kung Chong failed to report the destruction of the runabout； and efforts to contact him were returned by silence； Lo Han knew his trusted assistant and the five men who flew with him were all dead。 The realization was acpanied by the sickening certainty that the devil who caused so much grief had escaped。
He sat alone in the mobile security vehicle； trying to make some sense of the disaster。 His black eyes had a vacant stare； his face was tight and cold。 Kung Chong had reported seeing immigrants in the runabout。 Their appearance seemed a mystery since all the prisoners were accounted for in their cells。 Then a thought exploded in his mind。 Chu Deng。 That idiot on the catamaran must have somehow allowed the immigrants marked for execution to escape。 There was no other conclusion。 The man who was taking them to safety must have been in the pay of the American government。
Then； as if to ram home the revelation； his eyes traveled to the video monitors and observed two large helicopters landing beside the main building。 In a synchronized assault armored cars broke through the barricade on the road leading to the main highway。 Men poured from the aircraft and vehicles and rushed into the building。 There was no pause； no demand for those inside to lay down their weapons and surrender peacefully。
The raiders burst inside the prison pound before Lo Man's guards knew what was happening。 It was as if the INS agents knew the prisoners were to be killed in the event of a raid。 It became obvious that they were well informed by someone who had made a reconnaissance of the retreat。
Quickly realizing that resistance against a large force of armed law…enforcement agents was hopeless； Lo Man's security force meekly submitted individually and in groups。 Numb with defeat； Lo Han leaned back in his chair and entered a series of codes into his satellite munication system and waited for a reply from Hong Kong。
A voice answered in Chinese。 〃You have reached Lotus II。〃
〃This is Bamboo VI；〃 said Lo Han。 〃Operation Orion has been promised。〃
〃Say again。〃
〃Operation Orion is in the process of being closed down by American agents。〃
〃This is not wele news；〃 replied the voice on the other end。
〃I regret we could not have remained in business until Operation Iberville was pleted。〃
〃Were the prisoners terminated so they could not talk？〃
〃No； the raid was conducted with astonishing speed。〃
〃Our chairman will be most displeased to hear of your failure。〃
〃I accept all blame for my mismanagement。〃
〃Can you make good your escape？〃
〃No； it is too late；〃 said Lo Han solemnly。
〃You cannot be arrested； Bamboo VI。 You know that。 Nor your subordinates。 There can be no trail for the Americans to follow。〃
〃Those who were aware of our association are dead。 My security guards are merely mercenaries who were hired to do a job； nothing more。 They are ignorant of who paid them。〃
〃Then you are the only link；〃 said the voice without inflection。
〃I have lost face and must pay the price。〃
〃This； then； is our final munication。〃
〃I have one final act to perform；〃 Lo Han said quietly。
〃Do not fail；〃 the voice demanded coldly。
〃Good…bye； Lotus II。〃
〃Good…bye； Bamboo VI。〃
Lo Han watched the monitors as they revealed a group of men rushing toward the mobile security vehicle。 They were attacking the locked door when he removed a small nickel…plated revolver from the drawer of his desk。 He placed the barrel inside his mouth pointing upward。 His finger was tightening on the trigger when the first INS agent burst through the doorway。 The blast stopped the agent dead in his tracks his gun leveled； a look of surprise in his eyes as Lo Han jerked back in his chair； then fell forward； head and shoulders falling on the desk as the revolver dropped from his hand onto the floor。
April 20； 2000 Hong Kong； China
QIN SHANG DID NOT HAVE THE APPEARANCE OF A CORRUPT and depraved sociopath who had indiscriminately murdered untold thousands of innocent people。 He did not have serpent's fangs； vertical slit eyes； nor a forked tongue that flicked in and out。 There was no aura of evil about him。 Sitting at a desk in his palatial four…level penthouse atop the fifty…story mirrored tower of Qin Shang Maritime Limited； he looked no different than any other Chinese businessman working in the financial hub of Hong Kong。 Like most mass murderers throughout history； Qin Shang went unobtrusive and unnoticed whenever he strolled down the street。
Tall for most Asian men at five feet； eleven inches； he was heavy around the waist； weighing in at 210 pounds； not solid but wh