ruled this land for two thousand years. Then in my father's day
the Europeans came, and we were shamed. They killed our young men with their guns
and the poppy they brought. Our women were sold to their brothels, and our
children were sold to their factories. The Emperor and that bitch who followed
him, became their dogs, and barked for their pleasure. The Court Officials grew
fat, along with the white devils, on the death of our people.” Guang stirred
for the first time in his seat, but remained silent. Fong sipped at his tea
again.
“Then the Demons came from the sky. They burned the Empress in
the great city and the Court with her. They burned the poppy fields and choked
the life from all foreigner and Chin alike, with their black smoke.” He nodded,
eyes looking on something not in the room. “They did to the Europeans what the
Europeans had done to us. They did to us worse than the Europeans had done to
us.” An Fong turned his gaze upon Will.
“Now the British sit in this city and pretend to be lords of
our lands. It is not so. Outside here, bandits and thugs use the science given
us by the British Queen to squeeze a pitiful life from the survivors of the
War.” An Fong shrugged as if throwing off a blanket.
“But such matters are of no interest to a Redman such as
yourself I am sure,” An Fong observed. He set down his cup. “Let us speak on
how men may understand the bounty of Heaven. Do you know what it is you carry?”
“I do,” said Will. “I believe that it is for you. Is that
right?” Fong cackled at the question.
“You are impertinent,” he said with approval. “This will carry
you far unless you speak so to the wrong person, William Hunting Owl!” An Fong
smiled repressively. “Suffice that it is for someone dear to me. If you know
what it is, then you know that time is important.” His face became stern. “What
is your price for it?” Will nodded at the question; clearly it was time to talk
bluntly.
“I want information,” the Captain said starkly. “There are sky
raiders who manage to keep out of the light. One might even say that their
ships are black. You know everything that moves in the underworld from Rangoon
to Seattle. I want to know anything that you know about them. That is my only
price.”
There was a long silence at this. Will noticed Saira tensing as
the silence grew longer. Will's hand moved casually near his gun. The next
words the old man spoke would probably say if Saira and he lived or died.
“Before I decide if I will pay your price,” An said humbly, “I
would ask a question of my own. What would you do with this information?”
“I would use it to hunt them down, kill them all, and anyone
who deals with them.” Will replied without hesitation. The old crime lord
nodded at his answer. If in approval or not, Will could not say.
“I will not pay your price, William Hunting Owl,” he
pronounced. Will readied himself to make a move. An Fong had to know that Will
would either destroy the cylinder or kill him. What he hoped the old pirate
hadn't figured on was Will and Saira taking him hostage. Well, or most likely
die trying, Will thought bleakly.
“The price you state is too small for so valuable a thing to
me,” An Fong continued. “It would be dishonorable to be so miserly. We know
little of this evil you hunt. We know it is real, our own endeavors have felt
their depredations. We have sought to show them the error of their ways without
success. Should you succeed in your hunt, the House of An would reward you for
it.”
“But certainly they have to land, re-supply, sell what they
have taken somewhere you have knowledge of,” Hunting Owl protested. An Fong
kept shaking his head as Will was speaking.
“Not where we have found, nor with any business we know,” the
crime lord replied. “They may as well be ghosts in truth. We have searched for
them, believe this.” The old man frowned for the first time as if in thought.
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