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Date Posted: 21:15:48 01/20/07 Sat
Author: taurus2124
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 144.138.54.127
Subject: Chapter 94 (V)
In reply to: taurus2124 's message, "The Rising Dragons ... continued ..." on 21:09:02 01/20/07 Sat

Chapter 94(V)... A little bit of violence.


Later that afternoon Michael Samuelle made his way to Madame Cheung’s new Nightclub premises in Patpong. The street in which it was located was hardly recognizable in the daylight and was vastly different this afternoon. It was hard to believe that it was the same one they had come down last night. A farmers’ market had been set up in the lane where its overhead covering provided much needed relief from the heat and humidity of the day. Locals mingled with tourists as they bought their fruit and vegetables from the produce stalls set up by the hawkers selling their wares along the pavement.

Michael, however, moved determinedly through the throng of people as he walked towards the club at the end of the lane. On entering the building by the same side door as last night he was once again met by Mali, the petite Thai woman who had welcomed them the previous evening. Madame Cheung’s assistant cordially greeted him.

“Ah ... Monsieur LeDeaux ... we meet again. Madame is expecting you but she will be delayed for a short time and has asked that you be taken care of in the best possible way.”

“Thank you.”

“Please follow me.”

They made their way slowly up the stairs until they came to the lounge and bar on the second floor. There were a few people gathered there and when Michael glanced to the other end of the bar he recognised the beautiful Thai girl with ebony hair who had been their escort last night standing between two Asian men. They exchanged a nod in acknowledgement and Michael watched as she spoke to one of the men who glanced over towards him.

As Mali and Michael approached the bar, she pointed to the end where the three people were gathered. “I’ll leave you here Monsieur LeDeaux. Suchin and Chatu will look after anything that you need. Madame Cheung should be along presently.”

When Mali left, Michael ordered some green tea. As he poured and drank from the small oriental cup one of the Asian men approached him at the bar. Walking over he stood beside him and trailed his hand across Michael's shoulder as he did so.

“Sa-wat-dee.” He said as they exchanged a greeting in Thai. “Sabai dee reu?”

“Phoot Thai mai dai.”

“Kor thoad ... Ah ... Sorry Monsieur LeDeaux I will speak English. My name is Chatu Shinawatra. Suchin was just talking about you. Madame said you would be here this afternoon. We are very happy that you have the opportunity to do business with us.”

“Thank you.”

“It is a pleasure to finally meet the Monsieur LeDeaux that Madame has spoken about so admirably. But ... please enlighten me ... How did you meet my boss?”

“She didn't tell you?”

“She did ... but I want you to tell me.”

“Through my connection with Sun Yee Lok.”

“He does a lot of business in Vietnam, doesn't he?”

“He's never been to Vietnam. He works out of Hong Kong.”

“Quite right.”

As they were talking Suchin joined them at the bar. “I believe you have met Madame’s assistant already.”

“Yes we met last night.”

“Sa-wat-dee.”

With a nod of the head Michael acknowledged her presence. She smiled but Mali turned and spoke in quiet undertones to Chatu whispering in his ear.

Looking up at Michael he relayed what she had said to him. “Monsieur LeDeaux, Madame Cheung knows of your arrival but unfortunately she will be longer than she first anticipated.”

“I see.”

“She has asked if you could please wait, but if not, Madame will see you back at the house this evening.”

“Certainly. I am prepared to wait until she has concluded her business.”

“Good ... Madame will be pleased. Suchin will relay your message.”

Stumbling forward in order to thank her, Michael accidentally spilt some of his drink on the woman. “I’m so sorry ... my apologies.” Then while their attention was diverted by his clumsiness, Michael took the opportunity to scatter small tracking devices onto the floor.

“No problem Monsieur LeDeaux,” she replied brushing at her wet clothing where the tea had spilt. “I will let Madame Cheung know of your decision.”

Upon leaving the bar to go downstairs to talk with her boss, Suchin walked through the devices that Michael had dropped onto the floor. Surreptitiously, he watched her descend the stairs.


~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~


Back at Section One, Birkoff and Operations were listening in on the conversation as Michael and the Thai talked while waiting for the right moment to give the word to commence sequencing. Once Michael had tagged the gofer and the devices attached to her shoes, Birkoff was able to monitor her exact movements and he immediately set the wheels in motion.

"Michael’s tagged Madame Cheung’s assistant sir. She's heading in."

“Good ... keep me informed.”

The tags on her shoes gave Birkoff all the information Section needed. He watched her movements on his computer screen tracking Suchin as she crossed the room below and entered a guarded hallway. Heat thermals appeared on his monitor as the woman joined Madame Cheung in her office.

Looking at his computer screen he relayed the Intel to Operations.

“Here we go.”

“Birkoff, what does your sat-thermo say?”

“Thermo is hot. It looks like Madame Cheung’s got two bodies with her. Small ..., probably female. Right inside the door there's four more ..., larger ..., probably bodyguards.”

“And Madame Cheung’s egress?”

“Only one way out.”

“Good. Download the game plan to the onsite ops.”

“It’s done.”

“Start sequencing.”


~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~


Two of Madame Cheung’s girls had been watching the handsome stranger at the bar and once Mali had disappeared downstairs they seized their opportunity to make his acquaintance. The winsome, beautifully attired women approached him and joined Michael as he waited for Teams One and Two to get on mark.

“Is there anything we can do for you?” One of the girls remarked capturing Michael’s eye.

“Two for one. Very good price,” replied the other vying for his attention also.

The first women started to flirt with Michael brushing up against his side provocatively. “We will show you a very good time,” she whispered in his ear.

Michael in turn nuzzled her neck in reply ignoring Chatu Shinawatra who was still standing next to him.

Downstairs Section operatives quietly headed for the guarded hallway that led to Madame Cheung’s office. As the women occupied Michael’s attention Chatu glanced around. He saw trouble walk in the door as armed Section operatives came upstairs. Realising that something was amiss, he was about to raise the alarm, but was unable to do so. When he attempted to grab for his gun, Michael casually whipped out his hand snapping him in the throat throttling him, all the while giving his undivided attention to the woman's neck. Before he knew what had happened Chatu bent over gasping for air then dropped to the floor unconscious.

With their backs to the action, the Thai women were oblivious to any ruckus and continued to flirt with the handsome man at the bar. ‘We can show you a good time,” they purred.

"Michael ... Thirty seconds.."

“Sorry ladies but some other time perhaps,” he stated as he left the two despondent women standing at the bar pondering what might have been and joined his team downstairs.


~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~


When the teams got to the hallway entrance they took cover and pulled out their weapons. In front of Michael was a lone guard. Signalling his intentions to the other operatives to follow he entered the corridor. Caught off guard by the appearance of unauthorised assailants who had surprised him with their stealth, the guard had tried to fire his gun but was quickly taken out before he could raise a whimper. As Michael slipped down the hallway towards her inner sanctum, they took care of two more of Madame Cheung’s other bodyguards who had wandered into the passageway.

Meanwhile, more of her guards descended from an adjoining corridor and from her office to investigate the commotion. On seeing several black clad attackers the guards started shooting at anything that moved.

“We’ve got shooters, everybody down.”

Ricocheting bullets went flying every which way. The operatives immediately took cover from the melee then returned fire. The guards continued shooting and a hail of bullets was rapidly exchanged. Unfortunately in the crossfire, Jacobs was winged by a wayward shot to his shoulder.

“Are you all right?” Michael asked.

He slumped down the wall holding his arm as sticky, wet blood oozed through his fingers. “I’m fine,” Jacobs replied taking his hand away from his wound. “Nothing too serious it’s just a superficial wound.”

“Good.”

Madame Cheung’s bodyguards were dogged in their defence of their employer and they held the operatives at bay for a while. Nevertheless, the tenacity, quick thinking and precision accuracy of the teams overpowered them and systematically all of her men were taken out of play.

“All clear Birkoff.”

“Proceed with Phase 2 Michael.”



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Play on Text from ... Recruit, Hard Landing and TTBH


Translations:

sa-wat-dee ... good afternoon

sabai dee reu? ... How are you?

phoot Thai mai dai ... I can't speak Thai. .. Ha! We know THIS isn’t true!!!

kor thoad ... sorry

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