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Body Guards II: Stolen Secrets - Chapter 4 (MF)
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I drove the Citroen southward while Talibah studied the images of her 
mother in California on the digital viewer/MP3 player I borrowed from 
Sun and Jun.  I also had her put on the earphones and showed her how to 
play the audio of her mother's recorded message.

There were tears in her eyes when she finished, and she turned to me 
saying, "Thank you!"

"We made a promise," was my only reply. I still wasn't sure about her, 
one way or another.

"My mother says that the woman who first came to get her was badly 
beaten and left for dead." She said, "I am so sorry about that! Was she 
another of those Security people from Hastings' company?"

"Yes."

"Ah." She said, "I'm beginning to understand. You think I had something 
to do with that."

"I don't know, one way or the other, Talibah." I replied.

She looked out the window at the passing farmland, saying nothing for a 
long time.  I was negotiating the transition to the bypass around 
Munchen (Munich) when she spoke.

"I can think of nothing to say that will convince you, Darren." She said 
softly. "All I can do is tell you that I had nothing to do with this.  I 
have no idea how those men knew she would be there and when. My mother 
says they waited in the town for several days before the woman arrived, 
and were still there when she and the others got her out. Perhaps it was 
just chance that they met."

"Perhaps." I doubted it.  I still didn't know how the Chinese figured 
into all this, but the fact that the only two people in the world who 
were capable of beating one of Hastings' bodyguards just happened to be 
in the same place as Talibah's mother when Mei went to get her was just 
too coincidental.

Talibah remained silent until we were once again headed south and 
beginning to see the snow covered peaks of the Austrian Alps in the 
distance.

"What do you think of the Islamic religion, Darren?" Talibah finally 
asked, staring off into the distance.

"I don't think I know enough about it to have an opinion," I answered, 
"other than my general attitude toward faith-based systems of worship."

"And what is that?"

"I think that some people need to believe that there is a power higher 
than themselves that controls their destiny and will care for them when 
they finally die," I said, honestly. "For those people, the worship of a 
deity provides comfort and support to continue their daily lives, even 
in the face of hardship."

"But...?" she prodded.

"But," I continued, "I also think that a proclivity for believing 
unconditionally in something, without proof of its existence leaves one 
open to all kinds of scams and confidence games.  I also believe that 
when thorough knowledge of the tenets of a religion, and responsibility 
for interpretation of its writings rests in the hands of a few, the 
temptation to abuse that power is bound to overwhelm at least some of them."

"You're talking about the belief that what Al-Qaeda is doing is Jihad - 
holy war?" She asked.

"I'm talking in general terms.  I believe that terrorism may fall in the 
category of abuse of religious power," I continued, "but I don't know 
enough about what the Quran says to know for certain.  There is a 
subtler form of that abuse at work in the US right now."

"Really?" She asked, "In what way?"

"The person who claims to be our President also claims to be a religious 
man," I said, "and as such has garnered the support of many of the 
religious people in our country, despite the fact that his actions prove 
him to be anything but a believer in the tenets of most Christian 
religions.  He has committed us to an unjust war on false premises so 
that his corporate benefactors can profit.  He has done everything in 
his power to degrade the education system in our country, probably 
because it ensures more gullible voters who will believe what they're 
told to believe. He has even cut benefits to the veterans returning from 
fighting his war. I could go on and on, but the point is that other than 
the people who expected to profit from his presidency, his primary 
support came from those religious people who were conditioned to believe 
that a religious person was a good person."

Talibah studied me from the passenger seat as I continued.

"And then we have to consider the sources of the writings that everyone 
believes tell them how their deity wants them to behave.  They were 
written, a long time ago, by people who were, by our standards, ignorant 
and superstitious, and who had their own agendas as they were writing. 
They were first adopted by masses of people who were even more ignorant 
and superstitious.  Does that tell us anything about those writings? 
Nothing conclusive, but it does, in my opinion, make them suspect."

"Do you believe in God?" Talibah asked.

"Let's just say I'm skeptical about his existence," I replied. "When 
asked what proof they have of His existence, every Christian I've ever 
spoken with about this waves a hand and says, 'Look around you! This is 
His creation! How could anything this wonderful come into existence on 
its own?' Well, let's examine that argument.  If such a being exists, 
outside our normal space-time continuum, and it created our universe, 
how could we be more than a lab experiment to such a being? If that 
being really were the omnipotent, benign overseer of our lives that our 
clerics tell us he is, why would He insist on being worshipped and 
feared? These are not qualities 'His' teachings would have us look for 
in 'good' people, so why would such a 'benevolent' being assign them to 
Himself?"

"Even shunting those questions aside for a moment," I continued, "if we 
postulate that our universe must have been created by some infinitely 
more powerful, knowledgeable being, we must then ask 'Who created that 
being and the universe in which He lives?' By the logic that got us 
here, there must have been an even more powerful being that our God 
would worship as a God, but then, how did THAT God and THAT universe 
come into existence?  This argument can go on indefinitely with all 
kinds of theological and scientific arguments on both sides, but the 
fact of the matter is that nobody really KNOWS.  It's all just stuff we 
can't explain with our current level of knowledge, so, like the ancient 
Greeks, we create a myth to explain it."

"So why do you care what I think about religion?" I asked.

Talibah smiled for the first time since I'd known her, and it lighted 
her face. "I have long held the theory that if you want to learn 
important things about a person quickly, you ask them about religion."

"That's very shrewd," I told her. "Now how about answering a question 
for me."

"It's only fair," she replied, still smiling.

"What do you think of Democracy?" I asked.

"Ah!" She laughed, "Another religious question!"

"Or one very akin to it!" I replied, smiling with her.

"I think that, like Communism and Socialism, Democracy looks good on 
paper," she replied, "but its practice is subject to the same human 
frailties that plague religions.  In particular, I think you in the US 
have gotten so complacent about your Democracy that you are letting it 
slip away. You go around the world seeking to convert every other 
country to 'Democracy' like the Catholics used to send missionaries to 
savages to convert them, and yet you no longer practice Democracy.  Your 
elections are flawed and rife with corruption.  You have a party in 
power whose only purpose seems to be the promotion of greed, and your 
mainstream news media are little more than Pravda was to the former 
Soviet Union."

"Your country has the greatest economy on the planet," she continued, 
"but your streets are getting more and more crowded with poor and 
homeless people.  Your democracy isn't working for the same reason it 
wouldn't work in many of the countries you try to force it upon - it 
depends upon the populace being educated and well informed about what 
your politicians are doing and seeing to it that they do what they 
should, and most of you just don't care.  Europeans, who have 
historically been dependent upon monarchs, now have greater Democracy 
than that practiced in the US.  They are better educated, better 
informed, and more involved in what their government is doing.  As a 
result, the quality of their lives is much better than that of all but 
the very wealthy in the US."

"If it's so bad," I asked, "what would you replace it with?"

"I would not replace it so much as fix it." She answered. "Your 
Government needs balance. To achieve that, the people need to once more 
get involved in their government 'of the people, by the people, and for 
the people' and take it back from the rich.  Your society has become 
decadent, like that of the ancient Greeks, and the Romans after them. 
You have a powerful empire but it's eating itself up from within.  I 
don't think there is any such thing as a perfect form of Government, but 
from what I've seen, the ones that do the most good for the most people 
are those that have to answer to those people."

"And what about the media?" I asked, testing.

"There are no easy answers there." Talibah replied. "Of course, there 
are no easy answers to any of these problems, but I think the key for 
you and your countrymen is to get involved - to stop taking the crap you 
hear on CNN or Fox news as the whole story.  If people get interested in 
getting the real story, and stop allowing themselves to be distracted by 
the Michael Jackson and Terry Schiavo stories, your media will have no 
choice but to give them what they want or go out of business."

I drove in silence for a while, not liking what I heard, but knowing it 
for the truth.

My thoughts were interrupted by the need to navigate as we crossed over 
the Salzach river and exited the Autobahn into Salzburg.  The hotel on 
Rupert Strasse couldn't have had more than ten or twelve rooms, but it 
was clean and well kept.  I held the door for Talibah and she went 
directly to the check-in counter, tapping the bell to let the hotel 
staff know they had customers.

In German, she asked for a room with a double bed, which, in Germany and 
this part of Austria meant two singles side-by-side.

As she concluded her business and collected her keys, I moved aside to 
let her pass so I could book my own room, but Talibah hooked her arm in 
mine, saying, "Come along, Darren.  There is no need to waste money on 
an extra room."

I had it in mind to object, as I really wanted to sleep, and not have to 
go through a sexual interrogation, but decided I might be able to make 
it work to my advantage, so I smiled and let her lead me to the stairs.

Certainly, watching Talibah's swaying rear ascend the stairs only inches 
from my nose made it seem as though it might be a pleasurable experience.

In the room, though, Talibah seemed to have no interest in talking.

"Tonight," she whispered, as she began removing my clothes, "I wish to 
be selfish. Tonight I work for no one but myself."

I SO hoped that was true, but I still could not let my guard down.

Talibah was not as silent as Sun and Jun in her lovemaking, but she 
didn't speak after her initial declaration.  When I was naked, she urged 
me onto the bed and I watched as she quickly removed her own clothing. 
There was no attempt at seduction, she did no clever striptease, but her 
natural grace and beauty made the simple act of undressing a highly 
erotic one for me.

I was lying on my back, propped up on my elbows to watch. When she was 
bare, Talibah straddled my midsection, trapping my hardening cock 
against my abdomen, and pushed me down flat.  My hands went 
automatically to her heavy, perfectly formed breasts as her slippery 
mound slithered slowly up and down the length of my shaft, still trapped 
between us.

Talibah gasped and thrust her chest forward as I kneaded her tits and 
repeatedly squeezed and released her dark nipples.  Abandoning those 
luscious globes for the moment, I traded them in for the dusky orbs of 
her butt, squeezing and massaging them as I urged her body higher on mine.

Her gasp when my mouth closed over the sensitive bud of her clit, was 
almost a whine, and the dark-skinned beauty's back arched as she felt my 
tongue laving her private flesh. Like a mad-woman, Talibah took a double 
handful of my hair and pulled me into her.  For a moment, it seemed as 
though she was trying to stuff my entire head inside herself!

I drew the elongated nib of her clit into my mouth and nibbled gently at 
it, allowing one finger to tap at her back door as I did.  Talibah went 
ballistic! Her hips ratcheted rapidly, fucking my lips with the stub of 
her pleasure nubbin, while her ass, unsure of the intrusion, but 
enjoying the sensation, alternately nibbled at, then ran away from my 
finger. She shrieked through her first climax as one backward thrust 
sank my invading digit about halfway into her anal ring.

Gasping for breath, and desperate to get her sensitive clit away from my 
tormenting tongue, Talibah rolled to her side.  I rolled with her, and 
wound up on top, my rigid cock swaying above her swampy pussy.  Taking a 
slender ankle in each hand, I held her legs wide apart as I sank slowly 
into the center of her lust.

With our pubic hair mingled, I held myself deep inside the trembling 
beauty, giving her time to adjust to my size.  Talibah's head was thrown 
back, the muscles in her neck standing out as she strove to accommodate 
the intruder.

I waited, and when I felt her pelvis beginning to rotate, I flexed, 
drawing a sharp cry from the impaled girl.  Withdrawing to the entrance, 
I once again plunged steadily into her depths.  This time, small, 
dusky-skinned hands dug into my buttocks, pulling me deeper as Talibah's 
hips swiveled around the pivot of my dick, stretching her tunnel to make 
room for me.

I placed her ankles on my shoulders and leaned forward to kiss her as my 
pelvis withdrew for the next plunge.  As my rod invaded her nether 
regions, my tongue explored her mouth, dancing with her own. This time I 
did not linger, but began stroking long and deep, while holding 
Talilbah's lips in captivity, her moans losing themselves in the cavern 
of our joined mouths.

I drove her through three or four more orgasms, then rolled onto my 
back, taking her with me.  Talibah, now on top, rode me like horse. Her 
pelvis swiveled and swirled my shaft within her as my hands once again 
found her chocolate-tipped breasts.

I was little more than a flesh-covered dildo to her now, her dark eyes 
closed as she took her pleasure from me.  I pinched and pulled at her 
dark nipples, causing momentary flashes of just enough pain to enhance 
her pleasure.  Minute by minute, Talibah's lust grew. Faster and faster 
her body flashed up and down the length of my pole, drawing from it 
every ounce of pleasure it could give her.  Her moans grew guttural and 
savage as she wrenched her orgasm from our joined bodies, flinging 
herself backward as my fingers tugged insistently at her nipples.  Her 
breasts stretched impossibly far as her body stiffened for several long 
moments, before collapsing bonelessly on my chest with a small, 
anguished cry!

I held still beneath her as Talibah caught her breath.  It was several 
minutes before she spoke.

"I have taken my pleasure from you," she smiled, "Now, I think, I should 
like for you to take your pleasure from me."

I still had not cum, so I was only too happy to take her up on her offer.

"Your religion may not approve of the way I would take my pleasure from 
you, Talibah." I warned, slipping from beneath her but leaving her 
face-down on the bed.

"I'm not sure what I believe in any more, Darren," she almost whispered, 
burying her face in a pillow, "but I have done many things, in the name 
of preserving that religion, that it would not view with approval. What 
I do believe is that I want to please you tonight."

I spread her legs as she lay prone on the bed, and knee-walked until I 
was in range of my target.  Resting on one hand, I guided my cock to the 
damp portal of her vagina.  This angle drew another moan and shudder 
from Talibah as my glans swept over her G-spot on its inward plunge.  I 
insinuated my hand beneath her and found the hard nubbin of her clit 
with a pair of pussy-moistened fingers.

My dusky-skinned lover's hips cocked upward to allow me greater access 
as my rod impaled her, then withdrew, only to stab inward again. Talibah 
was cumming non-stop as my fingers slipped and slid alongside her 
clitoris and the bottom of my shaft set up friction on her G-spot. 
Working my other hand beneath her chest, I sat back on my heels, 
bringing the young Afghani to her knees, fully impaled on my spear. 
With one hand working her clit and the other pinching and tugging at her 
nipples, I drove her repeatedly to climax before jamming her pussy hard 
onto my staff and unloading within her!

As we collapsed sideways onto the bed, Talibah's face turned toward me 
while her hands urged me to stay where I was. She said nothing, but the 
look in her eyes spoke volumes.  My own emotions were in turmoil, and 
the tender kiss I gave her was only partly feigned.  She drifted off to 
sleep with me spooned against her back, and soon, I joined her. 
Somehow, it felt comforting to have her there in my arms again, despite 
my distrust.

We played tourist the following day, leaving the Citroen at the hotel 
and walking across the river to explore the Cathedral and St. Peter's 
cemetery, made famous by the 'Sound of Music' musical when the 'von 
Trapp' family supposedly hid there from the Nazi's.  Almost everywhere 
we went we found pamphlets and flyers explaining the inaccuracies of the 
movie, but capitalizing, nonetheless, on the notoriety it gave Salzburg.

It was a strangely disquieting day for me, made all the worse by 
Talibah's seeming gaiety.  She was flirty and affectionate, but my mind 
was still troubled about the attack on Mei, and it was almost a relief 
when we left behind the tourists and took the last run of the 
Festungsbahn - the funicular railway that took us to the top of the 
rocky promotory occupied by the Festung (Fortress) Hohensalzburg.  As 
the little car began its steep climb up the hillside, Talibah turned 
serious.

"You know," she said, "that neither Ghalib nor his CIA handlers have any 
reason to want you to leave this place alive."

"Fortunately," I smiled, "I do.  Since I can't be sure where you stand 
in all this, though, it would be best if you stay where I can see you at 
all times."

"Still don't trust me, Darren?" she asked sadly.

I looked into her dark eyes, wanting to say something else, but said, 
instead, "Sex, for me, unlike in the movies, doesn't build trust. 
Although they may sound similar, lust and trust are separate concepts. 
I want to trust you, but I can't afford to."

"I understand." Talibah replied wistfully, "Perhaps that will change.  I 
hope so.  Do be careful, Darren."

We toured the fortress for something to do, then made our way to the 
museum, just before it closed for the evening.  The room designated for 
the meeting had two doorways - one on the long wall and one, the one 
Talibah and I entered, on the shorter end wall.  Two Americans were in 
the room, along with Ghalib and two other men whose faces I couldn't 
see.  The center of the room was occupied by glass cases displaying 
ancient swords and armament.

One of the Americans approached me and Talibah.

"Let's have the weapons." He demanded, holding out a hand.

I laughed in his face.

He drew his own gun and grabbed my sleeve. "I said, 'Let's have the 
weapons!' and I MEANT it!"

I quickly disarmed him and twisted his arm up between his shoulderblades.

"I heard you," I said calmly, "but I have a business to protect. You 
clowns have already tried to kill me once, and I'm damned if I'm just 
going to hand over my weapons and let you try again! Clear?"

I gave his arm a little extra twist for emphasis and he grimaced, 
grunting "Clear!"

I shoved him away and tossed his gun back to him, leading Talibah to a 
place where I could watch both entrances and the other occupants of the 
room. Ghalib was talking to the other two men who still had their backs 
to me.

Strangely, the unknown men kept their backs turned as Ghalib approached me.

"Give me the disc," he demanded.

"I don't think so." I replied, "The price has doubled.  Call it 
hazardous duty pay for the attempt on my life. You show me the money, I 
show you the disc."

"We simply want to verify its authenticity, Mr. Winchell." This from one 
of the mystery men, still with his back turned.

"Oh, it's authentic, all right." I told him, keeping an eye on the CIA 
type who was trying edge around my peripheral vision.

"YOU!" I pointed with my Beretta. "Get back over to the door!"

He did as he was told.

"You'll forgive us if we don't believe you, Mr. Winchell," The other 
mystery man said.

"Actually, no, I won't," I replied, sweeping the Beretta slowly around 
the room. "Frankly, you've got nothing to lose. You pay me the money, 
then you get the disc to verify before I leave.  If it's not authentic, 
all you have to do to get your money back is kill me."

Suddenly, the two strangers turned to face me.  I wasn't all that 
surprised to see that they were Chinese.

"Why don't we just kill you now, and save ourselves the trouble." One of 
them said. They were very similar in appearance, but not twins like the 
Mei and Wei and Sun and Jun.

I shrugged, "I'll get one or two or three of you before I go down, and 
the survivors will have to explain the mess you made in this museum. 
Much easier and cheaper to pay me and let me walk away. You can always 
kill me later, if the mood strikes you."

"I don't mind making a mess here," the other said, "do you?"

Shit! It was going to get ugly.

"Well, if you're going to kill me anyway, at least satisfy my 
curiosity." I said. "What the hell are the Chinese doing mixed up with 
the CIA and Al-Qaeda?"

"This isn't one of your 'James Bond' movies, Mr. Winchell!" One of them 
laughed. "We don't have a script that says we tell you all our secrets 
before we kill you!"

"Then tell us!" Came a female voice that I recognized.

Everyone started to move as Sun and Jun made their presence known, 
sending one of the CIA agents flying backward into the room.  Since my 
gun was pointed in that direction, I shot the other agent as he tried to 
bring his weapon to bear, then covered Ghalib before he could get his 
gun into firing position. Talibah stayed where she was.

"Ah! Finally!" One of the Chinese said jovially, "Our own Sun and Jun! 
Did you not know that your government has been trying to contact you?"

"We have had no reason to be in contact with them," replied Jun, "since 
we are otherwise employed now."

"Ah, but you see," said the shorter of the two, "you have a lifetime 
contract with the People's Republic, and they want you back - or dead!"

"So that's what this is all about?" I asked, still keeping my eye on 
Ghalib. "You set up this whole elaborate scheme as a trap for these ladies?"

"That was the original plan." Taller guy said, apparently proud of 
somebody for laying out such a plan. "But when our pet CIA boys 
discovered the real reason that your little brown girlfriend there was 
staying with Al-Qaeda, we knew that our soft-hearted bodyguards wouldn't 
be able to resist the chance to rescue her mother.  We had hoped to get 
both of the other two, but only Mei showed up, so we killed her before 
coming here to get you two."

"We know everything there is to know about you four, you see," chimed in 
short guy, "even when Mei showed up alone, we thought that the little 
psychic connection she has with her sister would have brought Wei to us 
as well.  I guess she was too afraid."

Jun and Sun cast glances at each other, but no emotion showed on their 
faces.  Well, if they weren't going to correct these two, I figured I'd 
just play along.

"How did the CIA get involved?" My curiosity was getting the better of 
my discretion, but they were still proud of themselves so tall guy answered.

"Our diplomats have been contributing money to members of your Congress 
for years!" He laughed, talking to the twins instead of me, "So we 
'persuaded' some of them to loan us a couple of your agents for this 
little operation.  They already had poor Ghalib, here, on a leash, so it 
was easy to create a smokescreen by having them steal the disc.  We knew 
at least two of you would track it and isolate yourselves from your 
sisters, and that would give us the opportunity to collect you or kill 
you. The disc, if you even have it, is worthless, isn't it?"

"It was wiped before it got a mile from the building." Sun replied.

"Pity," said short guy, "it would have been a nice little bonus to take 
back to China. But, we've got what we came for. Will you go back with 
us, or shall we kill you here?"

In answer, Sun and Jun, standing on opposite sides of the case 
displaying ancient swords, reached through the glass as if it wasn't 
there, each coming away with a blade before the first shards hit the 
floor.  The Chinese guys had brought their own swords.  I made as if to 
grab one for myself, but Jun warned me back.

"Stay out of this, Darren," she said. "If you get involved, we must 
protect you. This will make it harder to defend ourselves!"

I could feel my chi building, but I understood the validity of her 
argument.  It was hard to stand by and do nothing, but I didn't want to 
distract them. If these guys were as good as the twins, they would need 
every bit of concentration they could muster.

With the first clash of steel upon steel, my eyes lost track of the 
battle. The men were as quick as the women, but had a slight edge in 
strength and reach.  I noticed that Ghalib had let his weapon drop, so I 
moved the Beretta to my left hand.  I got the switchblade from my 
pocket, deciding that if I needed to kill Ghalib, I would use that to 
save Sun and Jun's ears.

As I strained to keep track of the battle, my energy became my eyes. I 
couldn't hope to follow every cut, thrust and parry, but the ebb and 
flow of the four chis helped me see how the battle was going.

At first, Sun and Jun's ability to fight as one allowed them to inflict 
several cuts upon their opponents, but they were mostly minor.  As the 
fight wore on, the superior strength and reach of the men began to tell. 
Sun and Jun were tiring, but the others still had reserves left!

I don't recall having made a conscious decision or even having 
considered what I was doing, but I noticed my chi reaching out to the 
combined energy of the girls!  It touched, and suddenly, we were three 
in one!

I could see what they saw, hear what they heard, and feel - their 
despair! 'NO!' My mind cried! My chi surged and replenished the energy 
surrounding the girls!  Jun felt it and renewed her attack on the 
shorter Chinese, while Sun kept his bigger partner occupied.

"You are incompetent assassins," Jun told her opponent as she drove him 
back. "Mei is still alive!"

"And you know nothing about us," Sun continued the declaration. "No 
bodyguard would leave her employer in times of crisis, especially after 
her sister was injured or killed! That is duty, not cowardice!"

Suddenly, Jun's blade found the opening it sought, and pierced her 
opponent's heart! Before his body hit the floor, she had turned to add 
her blade to her sister's!

"Kill him!" The remaining Chinese screamed at Ghalib.

What followed takes long to tell, but it spanned less than a second! 
Sun, Jun, and I, in a bare fraction of a second, decided, without 
conversation, that Jun would come to my aid, while Sun fought on. 
Meanwhile, Ghalib's arm was raising the gun, my finger was pressing the 
button on the switchblade as my arm cocked for an underhand throw.

As my hand came forward for the throw, Talibah's body launched itself in 
front of me and Ghalib's finger squeezed the trigger! The knife passed 
under the girl's flying body about the same time that Ghalib's bullet 
struck her! As Talibah's body thudded to the floor, and the knife sunk 
hilt deep in Ghalib's chest, Sun's sword, wielded with both hands, still 
drawing on my body's energy, clove the steel of her opponent's blade, 
and continued downward through his clavicle and sternum, cleanly 
separating the halves of his still-beating heart!

Through her eyes, I could see the look of consternation on his face, 
overlaid on the bloody mess of Talibah's chest, seen with my own eyes as 
I knelt beside her.

"Why the hell did you do that?!" I asked in anguished anger.

"I, too, made a promise." Talibah smiled. "I promised myself that if I 
ever found a man I could respect, I would never let him go.  I could not 
let him kill you, Darren."

Through my chi, I could feel and 'see' the energy draining from her 
body.  Suddenly, Sun and Jun were beside me.

'We must get the bullet out and repair the damage!' was Jun's thought.

Sun added, 'Use your chi, Darren! We will help.'

With their guidance, I 'reached' into the wound and found the misshapen 
lump of metal. Sun and Jun guided me in 'pushing' the foreign metal from 
Talibah's body, then showed me how to seek out and close the worst of 
Talibah's wounds.  The bleeding slowed and Talibah, though unconscious, 
continued clinging to her life.

To my surprise, when I finally looked up, the room was filled with 
people whose clothing bore the logo of Gemini Security - the security 
company run by Hastings' bodyguards!

"This one needs immediate medical attention!" Jun was telling them, 
pointing at Talibah, "The rest of us need food, quickly."

That was when I realized that I was near passing out, as were the two 
girls.  The energy bars they gave us took the edge off, and allowed us 
to walk out of the fortress on our own, to find a van waiting partway 
down the winding path to the bottom.

"What about the evidence..." I started to ask, but before I could 
finish, Sun's thought interrupted.

'The CIA will clean it up.'

Then Jun added 'They would not want their association with the Chinese 
to become public.'

'Wait!' I interjected, 'You need those bodies, or at least the heads!'

They could see what I was thinking, and that I had understood what they 
would do next, and agreed, dispatching a couple of their people to 
retrieve the heads of their Chinese attackers.

That was when it occurred to me that the link we had established during 
the fight was not going away! For better or worse, Sun, Jun, and I were 
now a trio!

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