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could pull the trigger again, the tiny nightmare sprang from her
crouch, jumping backwards through the glass window behind her.     
    Abigail stared after Illiya in blank amazement. She stumbled
over to the ruined window, gun at the ready.  The glass had fallen in a spray
on the pavement below, but there was no sign of a body. Abigail thought that it
must be a drop of at least twenty feet. Extraordinary. 
    The surprising sound of knocking on the door rapidly became a
rather insistent pounding.
    Walking with increasing steadiness as more feeling returned to
her legs, Abigail reached the front door. She cracked it open, gun ready but
out of sight. She caught Richard Preemus in mid knock.
    “Forgive me, Lady Hadley,” he said in that deep voice, “but I
have been waiting for some time now. I do hope you are ready.” His eyes
narrowed on her cheek. “What is that? Are you alright? I thought I heard
noises.”
    Abigail raised her free hand up to cover the cut left by the
knife. “I am fine, thank you. There was an accident with the window is all. My
personal maid has not yet arrived, I am afraid.”
    “Windows can be treacherous things,” Preemus replied. “Are you
certain you are alright?”
    “Quite!” Abigail replied. “I hate to impose on you, but would
you be so good as to inform the desk that I will need someone to see to the
window? I shall dress and join you presently. I am sorry to keep you waiting. Believe
me; I earnestly desire to hear what you have to say.” Preemus opened his mouth,
then closed it again.
    “Alright,” he allowed, “I shall do as you ask.” Preemus held up
an admonishing finger. “But I warn you, if you are not downstairs in twenty
minutes, I shall be forced to enter your room, reputation or not. Are we clear,
Lady Abigail?”
    “Exceedingly, Mr. Preemus,” Abigail said meekly. It was
important that this Crown official not enter her room while it still reeked of
ozone from the shooting. It could lead to too many questions that Abigail did
not know how to answer.
    “I shall be expeditious,” she promised him.
    “Very well,” Preemus relented. “I do not think it too much to
ask to share a civilized cup of tea.”
    Abigail found that she had to restrain herself from raising the
gun hidden in her hand and shooting him in the head. It would be oh so
satisfying, and oh so wrong. She sighed and hurried to dress.
     
     
     
     

Chapter 3
    An Fong's Audience Room, Hong Kong, China
     
    W ill nodded his thanks to the young serving woman
as she poured more tea into the delicate jade cup. It was the third cup he
had been served. Three cups before talking business meant that An Fong was
treating him as an honored equal. Will thought that was hopeful. He just hoped
his bladder was up to the negotiating that was ahead.
    There had been no more attacks on the frantic drive up to An
Fong's house. Fortress was a more accurate description for the place. A tall,
walled estate, with solid iron gates and guards, well-kitted braces of guards.
They were armed with either sparkies or shot rifles, and eager to use them from
the reception they'd received when their group rolled up to the gates.
    Old Lee had traveled in the back of the steam car. His orders
had sent everyone scurrying about like ants. A still-living Georgios was
carefully carried inside to an infirmary that appeared better equipped than many
hospitals. A group of tunic-clad people had swarmed over him with serious
intent to save him.
    When Will had been informed that the only thing they could do
now was wait to see if the big Greek pulled through, he stepped out of the room
with Saira, leaving Tiku with Giorgios. He hated dividing his forces in
potentially hostile territory, but if things did go south, Tiku could at least
provide Giorgios some protection.
    A polite retainer had offered hospitality, with the promise of
clean clothes and rooms, but Will insisted on seeing An Fong immediately. First
though, he'd demanded to step out