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Date Posted: 21:00:33 12/22/07 Sat
Author: taurus2124
Author Host/IP: CPE-124-188-2-238.nsw.bigpond.net.au / 124.188.2.238
Subject: Chapter 142
In reply to: taurus2124 's message, "The Rising Dragons ... continued ..." on 04:00:37 11/25/07 Sun

Chapter 142

Nikita continued on down the street and finally reached where she had parked her car. Opening the door she was just about to get in when she was approached by a young man wearing a backpack.

Looking forlornly at her he spoke. �Oh excuse me ... do you think you could help me please? I seem to have lost my way.�

The man held a map in his hand and was obviously a tourist who needed directions. �Sure ... where were you wanting to go?� Nikita replied helpfully.

�I�m looking for the bus terminal to Stanley Park.�

Taking pity on the young tourist she smiled at his hound dog expression. �Give me a look at your map and I�ll show you how to get there,� she responded capitulating to his charm. Placing the map on the bonnet of her car, Nikita explained how he could make his way to the terminus he was looking for. She pointed out the direction on his map as the young man held on to her every word.

�Thank you. I couldn�t make head or tails out of it, but you�ve been a great help.�

�You�re welcome. That shouldn�t be too hard now. Have a good trip ... you�ll be in plenty of time to catch the Stanley night markets.�

�Thanks again ... I appreciate your assistance. I hope I haven�t held you up,� he replied taking his map back so that she could leave. The young man then opened her door politely.

�No not at all ... I�m just on my way home. Good bye and good luck,� she replied in thanks. Nikita got into her car and pulled away from the curb into the traffic and once again continued on back to her apartment thinking of the leisurely bath she still had time to have.

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Inspector Jiang Ng was strapped to a metal chair in the centre of the White Room. As he slowly began to regain consciousness, he moved in the chair trying to get his circulation back. The Inspector shrugged and attempted to move his hands but feeling some kind of restraint inhibiting their movement, he tentatively glanced down to see what was restraining his hands. To his surprise they were manacled in fetters to the arms of the chair. Twisting his fingers, Jiang stretched them to gain some modicum of feeling back into them but he�d obviously been there a while as the bonds that held him had long since numbed his circulation.

He glanced up then around. The chair was in the centre of an empty room. There was nothing in this circular room ... only silence. It was so eerily quiet that Jiang could heart the beating of his heart. The overpowering relentless colour of the white walls was also playing havoc with his senses. He had a pounding headache. Blinking his eyes Jiang tried to adjust to the glaring white lights but closed them quickly again as the glare was too blinding. The metal coldness chilled his body but the eeriness of the room chilled his bones. A shiver passed through his body. Where was he?

Gradually regaining his faculties Inspector Ng realised he wasn�t alone after all. He felt the presence of someone else in the room with him and out of the corner of his eye he saw an operative standing quietly to the side guarding him in the silent room. �Who � who are you? What the hell is going on?� However there was no reply to his outburst.

Inspector Ng became very agitated when he suddenly realised that he couldn�t move his lower limbs. �My legs! ... I can�t move my legs! ... I can�t feel anything! ... What the hell did you do to me?� he asked angrily but frantically trying to disguise the anxiousness he was feeling as well.

Once again the man did not respond but merely stood there. He did not say a single word which only exacerbated the frustration Inspector Ng felt. He was not used to such insubordination. At the OCTB he was always the one in control and having to relinquish the sense of power for a subservient role reversal was difficult to take. He felt defenceless, frustrated and was very worried for he could still not feel any movement in his legs. He wondered if he would ever get any answers to why he was here in this place.

The only noise Jiang could hear was his breathing and the beating of his heart ... that was until the sound of a door opening caught his attention. The creaking hinges of heavy steel doors opening wide shattered the eeriness of the sterile room.

Good, now I�ll get some answers, he thought.

Listening he heard the sound of heavy male footsteps echoing across the tiles as someone made their way to where he sat. However, the footsteps stopped behind the chair and he was none the wiser as to who had entered the room.

�Where am I?� What is this place?� Jiang demanded brusquely not wanting to give his inquisitor an edge over him first.

He heard an authoritative male voice reply, ��Hello, Inspector Ng. Welcome to Section One.�

�Section One? What the hell is that?� was his disdainful reply.

�You�ll find out soon enough.�

�Why am I here?�

�You�re dead.�

�I beg your pardon?� Jiang asked incredulously. The man was clearly delusional. This was a joke.

�I said you�re dead ... you had a heart attack on the steps of the OCTB building.�

He laughed out loud, �You�ve got to be joking! I�m not dead ... I�m alive.�

Operations signalled to the operative that was standing to the side. He stepped forward with duct tape in his hands to tape Inspector Ng�s mouth shut as Operations came and stood before the target.

�For the moment Inspector Ng ... but not for long ... if you don�t give us what we really want.�

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The young backpacker watched Nikita pull away from the kerb. When she was out of sight, he threw the map into the nearby trash can and stood on the pavement waiting. A black car soon pulled up beside him and he got in.

�She�s headed back to her apartment.�

�Good. We�ll take a short cut and be there before she arrives.�

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Jiang looked at the man and analysed him as he did so. He appeared to be a very determined person who would not suffer fools gladly. This was a man who meant business and was obviously not one to be reckoned with. Jiang recognised that he had a ruthlessness about him that was threatening, for his facial features attested to this demeanour. This was a man to be feared. He was powerful and may hold the key to his life in his hands.

Operations nodded to the operative to proceed.

Muttering furiously Jiang asked, �Who are you?� However he was unable to request any further answers as tape was unexpectedly placed to his mouth. Caught off guard by the quick action of the operative, his muffled voice echoed heatedly in remonstration.

Taking no notice of Inspector Ng�s protests, Operations leisurely circled the target at a slow deliberate pace. Glancing at the man in the chair he began to intimidate him by showing him just who was in control. The calculated slow pacing was meant to be threatening but Jiang was not fearful. Advancing on the chair Operations came closer and closer until he was facing the target eye to eye before stating condescendingly, �I understand your confusion. It�s not important who we are.�

Jiang�s eyes filled with fury as he watched a supercilious smirk cross over the face of this imposing older man. Then without preamble or warning the next words out of his mouth were words of concern for his fate.

�If you ever want to have the use of your legs again, you�ll listen to me carefully. We need some information from you. Because we knew that you�d be reluctant in advance to give us this information, we�ve had to resort to some rather drastic measures Inspector Ng.�

The two men started at each other. No one gave an inch.

�You have no feeling below your waist. The reason for this is we�ve injected you with a nerve agent that will permanently paralyse you from the waist down.�

Operations glanced at him for a brief moment noting the alarm in his eyes, then held up a syringe and dispersed some of the liquid in the needle. Jiang watched as the liquid squirted out of the top and shot up into the air. He then saw the determined look in Operations� eyes as he looked back over at him.

�You�re close with Sun Yee Lok of the Rising Dragons. In fact we know you are the mole who has been providing information to the triad from the OCTB.�

Glancing at the syringe then at the man�s eyes again, Jiang raised an eyebrow in surprise.

�We want your leader�s whereabouts Inspector Ng. Are you prepared to give us that information?�

His eyes darted to the contents of the syringe not knowing if it was more liquid to paralyse him further or an antidote.

�Take your time; I know it�s a difficult decision.�

Panicking, Jiang tried to speak but he couldn�t against the tape covering his mouth. He looked at Operations who nodded for the operative to remove the duct tape from his mouth sensing that he finally wanted to comply.

�He�s reclusive ... I don�t know where he is.�

�Not good enough Inspector Ng.�

�He moves around a lot.�

�Where?�

�Macau, Hong Kong, Shanghai ... Beijing.�

Operations took the syringe in his hand, as though he was going to inject it into his arm. �Macau, Hong Kong, Shanghai and Beijing. Is that right?� he repeated.

Panicking as he knew time was running out, Jiang shouted, �Yeah, that�s right Give me an antidote.�

Operations put the syringe down and walked away. Jiang became hysterical.

�Recluse Bay ... That�s the truth! Come on! I need an antidote.�

At the door, Operations turned back. �Who said there was one?�

Inspector Ng writhed in the chair as the paralysis took hold of his body.� �Please ... I�m begging you.�

�Very well ... I will give you time to think some more Inspector Ng then you might give us the right answers. Don�t waste the time ... you don�t have much.�

�Nooooooo!!!!!!!�

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Play on text from ... Threshold Of Pain

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