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gooseflesh, he did not want to think of their fate—he knew they were in grave danger. Although he had not said this to Nicky or to anyone else, he did not have to, they all knew that time was running out for the students.
    Suddenly, Clee saw Nicky walking through the square toward the monument. Like Changan Avenue, Tiananmen was extremely well illuminated, with numerous tall streetlamps, each topped with branches of lights, about nine altogether and shaded in white opaque glass. The square was so bright it could almost have been daytime, everyone was visible, and it was even possible to read a book quite comfortably.
    A smile touched his eyes at the sight of Nicky, and he climbed down off the ledge and dodged through the crowd, hurrying to meet her. She spotted him and waved. “I knew you’d be out here before long,” he said, coming up to her and smiling.
    She nodded. “I had to be out here, Clee. My instinct tells me the situation is about to blow.”
    “Wide open,” he confirmed. Taking her arm, he guided her away from the monument. “Let’s walk around a bit, I need to stretch my legs, I’ve been sitting on that ledge for about an hour.”
    “Good, that’s what I’d like to do, and perhaps we’ll see Yoyo.
    He’s usually with Chai Ling and some of the other student leaders, and he might know something new.”
    “He’s constantly in touch with the Flying Tigers. I’ve noticed several of them whizzing around on their bikes in the last hour,” Clee remarked, referring to a motorcycle brigade of young entrepreneurs who had also been dubbed Paul Reveres by the American press. They roared all over Beijing, carrying messages, monitoring troop movements and the actions of the police, and in general acting as lookouts for the students.
    “Yoyo’s probably in the tent encampment. Shall we head over there?” she suggested.
    “Yes, good idea.”
    “Where’s Luke? Arch said he was with you.”
     
    “He just went offwith that guy from the BBC, Tony Marsden.
    They’re somewhere around. Do you need him?”
    “No, I just wondered, that’s all. And speaking of the BBC, have you seen Kate Adie this evening?”
    Clee shook his head, and Nicky said, “That’s odd, she’s usually one step ahead of me.”
    Clee chuckled. “Your British counterpart is often right in step with you, and sometimes she’s a step behind you but she’s never ahead of you.”
    Nicky laughed. “You’re prejudiced, which is very nice.”
    “I guess so. In any event, Kate’s probably somewhere in the crowd.
    There are a helluva lot of foreign press out tonight—no doubt sensing trouble in the wind.”
    Nicky looked at him swiftly. “I think the crackdown’s almost upon us, don’t you?”
    “Yes. The students and the government have reached an impasse, something’s got to give. It’ll have to be the students, I’m afraid, and we’re going to see a lot of force thrown against them.” Nicky shivered despite the warmth of the evening. “Where’s your camera?”
    “Under my jacket, strapped to my shoulder. My buddies from Magnum and the Associated Press are doing exactly the same thing, as are most of the photographers.”
    “Clee … It’s going to get dangerous out here—real soon.”
    “I think so too. And before you say it, yes, I’ll be careful.” A faint smile played around his mouth. “As careful as you are.”
    “I don’t take unnecessary chances, even though Arch seems to think I do. I try to minimize the odds against me.”
    “That’s one of the things we have in common,” Clee said.
    “There’s another?”
    “Yes. We both have nerves of steel.”
    “I suppose we do,” she agreed, laughing. “We’d bette, in this business. Just as we have to have a sixth sense for danger.”
    Clee nodded but did not say anything, and they walked on in companionable silence for a few minutes. As they came to the tent encampment, Nicky turned to him. “You know, this place has really taken on a life of its own,