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the open screened window helped not at all. Prince Wei slept on the
floor next to the bed, where it was cooler. They slept naked, with only a
sheet partly covering them. John s body seemed to be producing its
own heat wave, so Jy-ying kept a little distance between them, only
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lightly touching his hip with her fingers she always had to sleep
touching him in some way. She suspected it was because of the insecu-
rity of their lives, and the knowledge that a violent death might part
them at any moment. Partly for that reason, partly as she was trained,
she slept like a guard dog, instantly awake at the slightest unusual
sound or movement of the air molecules.
She suddenly awakened now, and as her superbly trained body
automatically transformed itself into a killing machine, she tried to lo-
cate the gentle resonance in the air. In a second or so, she heard Prince
Wei rumbling deep in his throat. She immediately leaned over and
cupped his muzzle, his signal to be absolutely quiet.
She located the sound that had awakened her. It was their doorknob
being turned and the door being slowly pushed open to stop against the
chain on the bolt John had thrown before going to bed. She moved
swiftly to cover John s mouth with her hand; he bolted awake, but her
hand told him all he needed to know.
The door closed. Then there was a gentle knock at the door, and a
husky voice yelled, Telegram.
Jy-ying whispered in John s ear, Answer it. She took her hand away.
He shouted back, Wait a minute. I ll be there.
Jy-ying cupped her hand around his ear. Hostiles. No lights. Be-
cause she automatically drew a mental map of any new room she
entered, locating the best fighting spaces and defensive positions, she
knew exactly where she wanted to be. The door opened into the suite s
mini foyer. There was not enough room on each side of the door for
both of them to stand hidden along the wall when the door was opened.
But one could stand behind the door as it swung in. The problem was
that the one who opened it would be vulnerable to being shot by who-
ever waited on the other side. But she knew how to work the reaction
time of someone with a gun.
Unbolt the door, jerk it open, and stand behind it, she whispered.
When it came to saving their lives, she was the expert, and he
would no more argue with her than with a speeding train. John s H&K
was hanging in his holster on a chair several feet from the bed, and he
took it in hand, made sure the safety was off, and pointed it to the ceil-
ing as he moved toward the door. With both their eyes adjusted to the
dark, in the dim city light coming in the window they could just make
out the door. John positioned himself alongside it.
Jy-ying placed Prince Wei a foot behind her. She leaned over and
whispered in his ear, Stay. She took up her offensive stance. She had
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no intention of letting who was on the other side rush into the room
ready to kill John and he could not know that Jy-ying was here. She
positioned herself to shock and momentarily paralyze him with her na-
kedness for the split second she needed.
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He stood with his back against the wall and his gun out, ready to rush
into the room as soon as the door was opened for Abaza, who had his own
gun out. Seref was on the other side of the door, his gun pointed up, and
Hamza stood behind Abaza, ready as well. No simple knifing this time.
They knew that both of them were in the room, and the Turkish ho-
tel maid had told them she d seen evidence in the room of guns of some
sort. They had no doubt they could get the American man first. He
would be the one to open the door. They did not worry about the sound
of the shots. In this part of town, backfiring automobiles were common.
With the man dead, they would rush into the room over his body
and subdue the Chinese woman. They had watched her coming and go-
ing through the lobby. A real Chinese beauty he had never screwed a
Chinese before. They all looked forward to the fun they would have
before killing her. He was getting hot just thinking of it.
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