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Date Posted: 10:13:20 07/01/06 Sat
Author: taurus2124
Author Host/IP: WNPP-p-203-54-24-23.prem.tmns.net.au / 203.54.24.23
Subject: Chapter 65
In reply to: taurus2124 's message, "The Rising Dragons - continued" on 07:12:42 05/06/06 Sat

Chapter 65(V)


The Golden Palace Casino was bustling tonight as Chinese media moguls, models, and stylish foreigners slipped through the foyer that led to the gaming tables and secluded private rooms set aside for the high roller clientele. The main floor was packed with patrons both gambling and observing the interplay going on at the gaming tables. The bulk of the gamblers were pitting their hopes on the red or black of the Roulette wheel while the Crap, Blackjack and Poker tables were thick with milling patrons trying to beat the house. The sounds of poker machines ringing with the fall of winning coins echoed above the voices of cheering, when a lucky gambler made a killing on the roll of the dice or the fall of the ball on the right numbers.

Michael and his team were positioned throughout the casino observing the patrons from a distance and waiting for confirmation that the target was indeed there tonight. Ever vigilant Michael’s eyes surveyed the surrounds watching and waiting for the familiar face of Oliver Chan. Strutting slowly across the carpeted floor of the opulent gaming room, Michael nodded to the operatives on mark.

“We’re in position,” he reported back to Section One as Birkoff readied the in play scenario to find Oliver Chan.

“All right. Give me a good base. Second team, advance to mark,” Birkoff instructed, “Jasmine we’re ready for you.”

Jasmine Kwong entered the room dressed in a slinky red dress that turned many an eye. Some of the gamblers and onlookers assembled at the various tables were momentarily distracted and openly admired the stunning oriental beauty walking past. However, without giving any acknowledgement whatsoever, Jasmine continued across the floor to the target’s location with a confident gait.

“I’m inside, where is he Birkoff?”

“Mirrored door, at the back.”

Approaching the secured room Jasmine spoke to the guard on the door. “Hi. Is Mr. Chan here?”

“Could I see you identification pass?”

Jasmine handed it to him and after giving her the once over he handed it back to her again. “Thanks.”

Stepping to one side he let her pass into a room. On entering Jasmine, noticed a secluded area where high rollers were assembled at the gambling table playing poker. Slick black glass panelling, muted lighting and leather couches were also placed around the room in an area where wealthy clients could enjoy a drink and watch the proceedings in the high rollers’ room from a discreet distance.

Spotting Oliver Chan sitting with two blonde, attractive Caucasian women on each arm, Jasmine approached him. “Mr. Chan? Mr. Chan?”

Looking up Oliver Chan turned his head towards the exotic beauty who was calling his name. His heart skipped a beat as he glanced at the most exquisite woman he had seen since Nikita at the airport all those months ago. Dressed in a figure hugging cheongsam, he watched the sway of her hips as she sashayed towards his private area. Her shinning, long black hair framed her petite face delicately made up to accentuate her piercing almond eyes. Oliver Chan could not disengage his eyes from the ruby lips that were mouthing his name. Thoughts of another conquest for Madame Cheung coursed through his mind momentarily, before deciding that better still; he would keep this one for himself.

The closer she got the more he began to salivate at the possibilities of acquiring this woman for his own pleasure. Without taking his eyes from Jasmine’s approach and having quickly lost interest in the two women on his either side, Chan ordered, “Beat it.”

Begrudgingly the two women slid off the couch, as the oriental woman ... their competition ... came closer. Realising that there was no point in remaining in a futile situation, they picked up their champagne glasses and beat a hasty retreat to look for more amenable company.

“Hi. Hello,” Jasmine murmured in a very suggestive voice.

Practically drooling at the beautiful woman who stood before him, Oliver Chan cleared his throat before replying, “Who are you?

“I’m Jasmine.”

For one moment he thought he had seen this woman before as she did look a little familiar to him. But how could that be? Mentally shaking his head at his random niggling, Oliver quickly dismissed those thoughts to the back of his mind. The adage of “once seen never forgotten” could not be dismissed from his mind but on the other hand, he also couldn’t reconcile his thoughts with the vision before his very eyes. Surely if he had seen her before, he would certainly not have forgotten her.

“This must be my lucky day Jasmine.”

"Yes, I will be your good luck charm Mr Chan.”

“Come sit down, I’ll order you a drink. What would you like?”

“Surprise me,” she purred provocatively.

“OK Michael, you’re clear to move up.”

Oliver Chan was practically salivating at the mouth at her reply and when he felt her slide over closer to him, his libido began to kick in with a vengeance as libidinous thoughts ran away with him. Jasmine began to fondle him lightly running her hand over his thigh before applying a slight pressure near his groin. Capturing her eyes, Oliver Chan was unable to sever his gaze. Jasmine smiled at him as she moved her hand closer and closer to his throbbing member. He gasped as her fingers touched him. Stirring at the erotic touch of Jasmine’s ministrations, Chan leaned back in the booth, eyes closed. Losing all coherent thoughts he lapped up the sensation of what this woman was doing to him. Completely letting his guard down, Oliver could only think of getting Jasmine to his room as quickly as possible and getting horizontal with her.

However, before he could rationalise his rambling feelings and his body’s reactions to this woman sensuous touch, Oliver Chan felt the cold steel of a gun digging into his groin. “Who are you?” He managed to voice as he very quickly came back to earth with a thud.

“You are an associate of Madame Cheung and Sun Yee Lok.”

“What?”

Leaning over, nose to nose with him and pointing the gun at his head, Jasmine replied succinctly, “I want information about them.”

“Look, I don’t know where you’re coming from and I don’t care. You’re already dead.” Chan replied. Having the presence of mind he activated a secret button under the table that alerted main security that he needed some assistance.

“Not as dead as you will be if you don’t give me the information I want.” Looking Chan directly in the eye, Jasmine then spoke to Birkoff back at Section, “Do we need this guy?

“Unfortunately ... yes we do.”

“Pity.”

Jasmine nevertheless pistol whipped Chan to press home her point “I haven’t got all day Mr Chan. You have two choices; you can come quietly or not.”

“You’ll regret this ... I assure you.” Chan replied as security men gathered near the room.

“Jasmine, you’ve got incoming hostiles,”Birkoff warned.

“Can you back me out? I’ve nearly convinced Mr Chan of his options.”

“No. You’re going to have to go through them.”

“I’ll cover you,” interjected Jacobs.”

“No, Jacobs. I need you at the front to prepare egress.

“Send Niles. I’m getting Nikita.” Jacobs replied.

“Jacobs, what are you doing?”

“Jasmine can handle herself, but I’ll provide backup for her,” Michael responded succinctly to Jacobs while at the same time dismissing Birkoff’s concerned ramblings.


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Hearing a gun click behind her, Jasmine whirled around and shot one of the security team in the chest before he had a chance to fire his weapon. As he fell to the ground, more men came running towards her from all directions, their weapons poised for retaliation.

“There she is ... get her!”

The screams of the women and patrons echoed around the private room as several burly security personnel came rushing in to assist Oliver Chan. The sound of gunshots ricocheted too as they opened fire. Patrons dropped to the floor trying to find cover from the flying bullets.

Jasmine ducked behind the leather couch while Oliver Chan slid under the table away from the rapid and repeated bullet fire. They fired at her. She shot back. Rising to have a look and keeping her target in sight, Jasmine then blasted away at the assailants. As each shot left her weapon, she bobbed behind cover to regain momentum. A wayward bullet lodged in the leather couch just near her head. Jasmine quickly rose once more to shoot at her would be assassins with a flurry of bullets. She took several of them down with accurate precision and aim as her bullets hit the targets and by the time Michael had arrived, Jasmine had the situation well in hand.

“Come on, let's get out of here,” Michael whispered just before orders to the same effect were relayed from Birkoff through their comm. units.

“Get to your exit point ASAP ... there are more hostiles approaching.”

Oliver Chan was cowering on the floor when he felt a strong hand drag him up from his hiding place. Looking into the eyes of a menacing man, Chan was pulled up until standing and ushered to a back entrance of the room as the members of Michael’s team provided cover for their escape.

Speaking into his comm. set Michael relayed. “Team One has possession. Target is en route.”

“Good ... got it. Bring him in.”


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