him that frightened him. He was the same man who was so close to Hitler during those wonderfully productive years. And yet there was a decided change in Martin Bormann. He could feel all that hate emanate from the pacing man.
"Lum Fen
is
dead."
Stryker was startled at the news. Lum Fen was one of the best assassins working for the ChiComs. It was Stryker who had discovered the contact who was feeding the Americans information. It was Stryker who had persuaded Bormann to let Lum Fen assassinate the contact man. Now Lum Fen was dead.
"The man he went up against was weak and middle-aged," Stryker said. "How could he have failed?"
"But he didn't fail," Bormann pointed out He stopped pacing and looked down at his henchman with hollow eyes. The contact is dead. Shot twice. Lum Fen did his job well. But it seems someone else came along and did our man in."
Stryker stared up at the rigid face and shuddered inwardly. "But who? The contact was working alone."
"Perhaps another agent to take the place of the man we caught in the Palace. An agent from AXE. It would be nice if that were so and the man turned out to be Nick Carter. I owe him so much. I would like to meet him once again." The voice was silky smooth, almost oily. "Yes. That would be pleasant. Sometimes I think Carter and I were both born in hell. He is as ruthless as I am."
"Verdammen?
Stryker swore. "What could he be after?"
"Only one thing " Bormann intoned. "Agent Z." Captain Stryker got to his feet. "What shall we do?" "Nothing we
can
do, my dear captain. Our friend, whoever he is, must make the next move." Bormann put an arm around Stryker s shoulders. "Come. Let us go to the
Speisezimmer
and have breakfast"
* * *
Nick tried on the black costume Lotus had made for him. There were two breast pockets and two side pockets. It was a one-piece outfit, easy to slip on, easy to slip off.
Lotus watched him take off the outfit. "Do you approve of my sewing?" she asked.
"Betsy Ross couldn't have done better." Nick put on his own clothes. He knew how he was going to slip into the Imperial Palace. He didn't like it. But Lotus was right. It was the only way.
Lotus had on a very tight dress that showed her small, firm curves to advantage. The dress was red, the color of passion. She smoothed her hands over her hips. "Do you like the dress?"
"Yes. You look beautiful in it. Too bad it has to be wasted on a guard."
"Don't carry on so. I have forgotten the number of men I have been with." She patted his cheek, stood on tip-toe, and pressed her lips to his. Her body felt warm and soft.
His hands caressed her back, feeling the flesh under the material of her dress. She was naked under the red garment.
"Are you excited?" she whispered.
"Very much."
"We have time, do we not?"
"I can control myself," he said with a grin. "Can't you?"
She stepped back, her face and eyes sad. "I want you to make love to me now. I want to remember it while I'm with him."
His hand caressed her cheek. "I understand."
Her hands lifted the dress, pulled it off her head. She stood naked and unashamed. Her body was slim and perfect, with firm curves. She saw him looking at her with eager eyes, and her own eyes glowed.
* * *
His name was Lee Dan and he had been in the army for four years, since he was twenty. He came from a village in the province of Hunan where his father had been the mayor. He could have stayed in the village, working in the fields, but he had found that too dull, so he enlisted. Now he was nothing but a guard for the Germans. The two years he had spent in Manchuria had been profitable, enjoyable, and rather exciting. He had looted with his comrades, encouraged by his officers. He didn't think the people he had shot and stolen from were simple farmers like the people from his own village. He was a soldier and he obeyed orders. These people were against Mao Tse-tung and they had to be punished.
Then he had spent a year near the Indian border. There was talk of an invasion, and he
"Lum Fen
is
dead."
Stryker was startled at the news. Lum Fen was one of the best assassins working for the ChiComs. It was Stryker who had discovered the contact who was feeding the Americans information. It was Stryker who had persuaded Bormann to let Lum Fen assassinate the contact man. Now Lum Fen was dead.
"The man he went up against was weak and middle-aged," Stryker said. "How could he have failed?"
"But he didn't fail," Bormann pointed out He stopped pacing and looked down at his henchman with hollow eyes. The contact is dead. Shot twice. Lum Fen did his job well. But it seems someone else came along and did our man in."
Stryker stared up at the rigid face and shuddered inwardly. "But who? The contact was working alone."
"Perhaps another agent to take the place of the man we caught in the Palace. An agent from AXE. It would be nice if that were so and the man turned out to be Nick Carter. I owe him so much. I would like to meet him once again." The voice was silky smooth, almost oily. "Yes. That would be pleasant. Sometimes I think Carter and I were both born in hell. He is as ruthless as I am."
"Verdammen?
Stryker swore. "What could he be after?"
"Only one thing " Bormann intoned. "Agent Z." Captain Stryker got to his feet. "What shall we do?" "Nothing we
can
do, my dear captain. Our friend, whoever he is, must make the next move." Bormann put an arm around Stryker s shoulders. "Come. Let us go to the
Speisezimmer
and have breakfast"
* * *
Nick tried on the black costume Lotus had made for him. There were two breast pockets and two side pockets. It was a one-piece outfit, easy to slip on, easy to slip off.
Lotus watched him take off the outfit. "Do you approve of my sewing?" she asked.
"Betsy Ross couldn't have done better." Nick put on his own clothes. He knew how he was going to slip into the Imperial Palace. He didn't like it. But Lotus was right. It was the only way.
Lotus had on a very tight dress that showed her small, firm curves to advantage. The dress was red, the color of passion. She smoothed her hands over her hips. "Do you like the dress?"
"Yes. You look beautiful in it. Too bad it has to be wasted on a guard."
"Don't carry on so. I have forgotten the number of men I have been with." She patted his cheek, stood on tip-toe, and pressed her lips to his. Her body felt warm and soft.
His hands caressed her back, feeling the flesh under the material of her dress. She was naked under the red garment.
"Are you excited?" she whispered.
"Very much."
"We have time, do we not?"
"I can control myself," he said with a grin. "Can't you?"
She stepped back, her face and eyes sad. "I want you to make love to me now. I want to remember it while I'm with him."
His hand caressed her cheek. "I understand."
Her hands lifted the dress, pulled it off her head. She stood naked and unashamed. Her body was slim and perfect, with firm curves. She saw him looking at her with eager eyes, and her own eyes glowed.
* * *
His name was Lee Dan and he had been in the army for four years, since he was twenty. He came from a village in the province of Hunan where his father had been the mayor. He could have stayed in the village, working in the fields, but he had found that too dull, so he enlisted. Now he was nothing but a guard for the Germans. The two years he had spent in Manchuria had been profitable, enjoyable, and rather exciting. He had looted with his comrades, encouraged by his officers. He didn't think the people he had shot and stolen from were simple farmers like the people from his own village. He was a soldier and he obeyed orders. These people were against Mao Tse-tung and they had to be punished.
Then he had spent a year near the Indian border. There was talk of an invasion, and he
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