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a video of women doing everything . Women caressing their bared breasts. Women kissing each other. Women going down on men, and other women. Women’s butts and thighs. Corsets and straps digging into soft flesh. The video’s pictures intertwined and separated. New women appeared, coupled and left.
    In the room, a slender blonde bound tightly in shiny black vinyl walked toward a hallway, an overweight man following her and grabbing at her breasts. Couples sat on sofas and lounges.
    “It’s a bordello, all right,” Doug said. “Is it the right one?”
    “She’s right here,” Leroy pointed to an area on the floor plan that was slightly paler than the background. It was at the far rear of the apartment.
    “How do you know it’s her?” Hannah asked.
    “It’s her,” Doug said. “She’s dying. The color of the screen shows there’s almost no warmth.”
    “Let’s go!” Leroy cried. “We have to save her!”
    “How?” Doug said. “Way back where she is, they’ll kill her before we can get to her. We can’t shoot our way in.” He thought, stroking his chin. Doug smiled radiantly and looked the others. “We have to buy our way in.”
    “With what?”
    Doug’s lascivious grin came back. “Ourselves. You and I are going to get laid, Leroy, my man.”

4
    Capturing the Dragon
    H annah, Doug, Leroy and five of the operatives huddled in the van near the apartment building. The other two operatives—the driver and a medic—cruised the area slowly in a service truck outfitted as an ambulance. This was a sober, very upscale, residential neighborhood, the last place you’d expect a bordello. Leroy comprehended immediately how rich their target must be and how much its management must pay the cops to stay away. And come fast, if they needed them.
    He knew people who had been to New York City and came back to the reservation saying, “It’s great! Everything’s there! It’s so cool.” They loved it. It seemed like death to him, all moving so fast, nothing but huge buildings and machines. No life. The sun couldn’t reach the sidewalk. He couldn’t live there a day.
    All the streets in Manhattan seemed to be permanently jammed and all the parking places filled. Leroy knew they’d never find parking on the street. He looked up, seemingly to the stars when they found the building they were looking for. It was huge and new, covering almost a block. It had underground parking. They turned into the opening and found a manned tollbooth. Doug’s contacts had provided him with the passwords into the garage, through the lobby, and upstairs. Money was the most important password.
    “Hey, buddy! Take your wife out to dinner.” Slurring mightily, Doug stuck his head out the window past the driver, intoned the password, and threw a few hundred to the guard on duty. “We may be a while.” He laughed crazily and the driver stepped on the gas. They shot into the basement garage.
    Hannah did some typing on one of the computers. The van’s interior looked like the high tech law enforcement vehicles Leroy had seen on TV; its walls were ringed with screens and equipment.
    “OK. It’s done. All the surveillance systems are down for blocks. We have about ten minutes.”
    Hannah and company held back while Doug and Leroy walked across the parking lot to the elevator and took it to a marble lobby at the street level. A big, tough-looking guy in a uniform was behind a desk.
    “Everything’s hunky dory this fine evening,” Doug used the password he had procured from his California lady-friends.
    The guard flashed Doug a look. His eyes made a fast circuit of the room, hitting on four wall-mounted screens giving impressive displays of static. He scowled and addressed Doug. “What’s hunky about it?” The guy stood up, looking toward a door at the rear of the lobby for reinforcements. The door remained closed. His brows pulled together and his hand moved toward the handle of the desk’s middle drawer, ready to pull a