It took Cald ten mio reace to ty. A couple of sleek oblong taxis    taxi stand, trics idling. ang Lin    co t taxi. tomatic doors so traffic. Cald into taxi. ten man    spiky gray    trand of    of it, turned round and gave o need all ter.

        “Ni qu nar li a?” teettural dra truct, you’d find traces of some obscure nort.

        “Followo 4x4s,” Caldwell urged in    Mandarin.

        “t just sped off several minutes ago?”

        “Exactly.”

        “tes. Many PLA 4x4s in Beijing at time of t Caldhe rear view mirror.”

        “Five t ara pair of eyes and cat.”

        “Noalking,” to traffic.

        “ever,” Caldtered, settling bato ts of taxi. o see if o pay than enough.

        tely ing up. And Cald sure rail of tination    predict.    if t to ter to ting eye?     turn of events?    if    out of this alive?

        “ you go any faster,” Caldinote of impatience    into    like t. As muit it, he was scared.

        “I , but it is impossible raffid everytopilot for t ters. Anyraffic is good because it means c turning around. t, spat a t of took a sip out of a transparent flask of strong-lookiexture of burco ting time. taut silver    t.

        “Just find two cars ok?”

        “Sure. And stop looking back of ter-of-factly, leaning ba . Cald    laug ky but ue to be appreciated at times like taxi opilot guided along by its sensors and t all t t e systems and carburetors t made some veo otripped ay. tly y o impose upon its citizens, Cald, stripping ty, leaving only pale scime to a o.

        “PLA cars, also autopilot?” he driver.

        “Of course, ih a chuckle.

        “Indeed.”

        “h wish?”

        “No, I am a journalist ory,” Caldo telling trut tion in dires     it to go.

        “s ie.

        “No t are our g closer to t vehicle?”

        “Just get ready to pay meter plus five th wish.”

        “OK. But enougalk. OK?”

        “ever you say. t of faded jade teet noticed earlier.

        “Journalist too.”

        “’t fool old mahe driver said.

        “?”

        “I see many eyes of    I see.” tapped alon-like tapered fingernail t ash.

        “And ?”

        “I see anticipation.”

        “Anticipation of w?”

        “Of w you are capable or incapable of giving.”

        taxi’s dased t topilot grid and sure enoug sem sceering raffic, exploiting gaps t ained by topilot system. ransformed, i on making tra mo cost. It    of some casivation.

        Cald about    Mei Lin. as it t obvious? as sicipating somet? Sty good job of masking ill existed. Caldten tly sidestepped    dinner. It oo muo tial el, ily pag. t to d meet    t.

        At t point     o call tel as soon as    t to find out     t?    to board a plane for S on tite for t t of tity t    a funny taste in h.

        For t time, Caldo s about     back. arted sinking into an abyss of despair and self-doubt.    afraid and o ing    important.    t suicide attempt notanding. No    Kenzo Yamamoto y to make a living    traigo    of one of t ten cars a paid to t idea and arted pumping like it he world.

        ***

        You don’t stroll into terminal at    sucks you in like a giant mag and bombards you isements interlaced ure annous. One could be fiven for t tising jingles ant t annous. ernational airlines moved among tors al form, all clam for a piece of tion. Cald rained on ty riding tors to ture terminal. y-five degree glide to t escalator s of y. trolleys, yet it    terrorist on.

        In ture terminal, t t Class ter of Sern Airlines. One of to a dant, ing at ter erials. icker and triangle-sickers if oors to t tape to tments. ted to t and to tem.

        One questio repeating itself in Cald    sucs to be easily made. Maybe Professor Yao’s deato act mucs allo, ty. ever     officially saned by t about t possibility, t made perfect sense.

        to t s on t? Caldoary card in one of s.

        “Zial el, e .

        “Miss hsu, Room 2208, please.”

        “Please e.” Mando-pop assaulted Caldo telepe.

        “Mei Lin    c yet. If s reception axi ride from tsingo tel o t. tel er access t roads t lead to t. t ringing and then someone picked up.

        “Mei Lin?”

        “e sir.”

        “Sure.”

        “I am afraid t    and is on o t. this is housekeeping.”

        “OK. thanks. Did she leave a number for a Mr. Caldwell?”

        “No sir, s.”

        Caldouco get on t pla became of tc c of sympaturned round and looked toer. ted at t departure display superimposed on terminal. tern Airlines fliging in forty-five mi    started b. ts by ot only tern Airlines flig t Class dant t c chip.

        “t SA-8ht?

        “Correct,” terrorist. S to say somet, but errupted quickly.

        “I’d like to purcickets for t, please.”

        “tickets?” sing beo make sure t some diminutive person s seen    here.

        “Correct,” Caldo a tortured smile.

        “I’ll , sir. So I knoicket to,” s get to rebuff an attempt to .

        “ I just pay for tickets and leave tly .” t occurred to Cald Mei Lin may not    to travel under her own name.

        “t is a    sir but ion. ill t dant was shrewd.

        “Yes, she will.”

        “Very ve sir. If you    buying tickets, sir, it o use anoty’s credit ost unkindly upo caut mask of make-up stretco its limit. At any moment, Cald, cracks art to appear on    fissures etendant slid through a reader.

        “Oickets in your name?”

        “Really?”

        “Yes, a Ms. Zure loutendant er came to life issuing ticket. Caldwell wondered w was going on.

        “icket and your b pass Mr. Joure lounge is upstairs to t.”

        “thank you.” Mr. Johnson? Ms. Zhu?

        “ sir,” ttendant said pleasantly. t in her eyes.

        Caldurned round, feeling tle eyes burning oure lounge.

        ***

        A fat balding middle-aged man o a garbage birance as Caldered ture lounge. A globule of green blood-speckled po ts sure lounge for any sign of Mei Lin. And ting several roiced t botic tags on t be searc s. Once again Mei Lin    she game layed.

        “t.”

        “Yes, I     have your cell number.”

        “Me too.”

        “Diplomatic tags? Don’t tell me    off.”

        “Sure, didn’t    to take c trying to impress me    talk about taking toms.”

        “s for you but I am not too sure about Ms. Zurned serious.

        “Someteresting. I . to be lio someone called Majeneral ang. One of told someo and    tal in a few hours.”

        “al?”

        “Yearange.”

        “Could er and not the AI?”

        “t’s . t talking among t an AI.”

        “Really? So    track.”

        “It oo muc leaves iy minutes so.”

        “Sure.”

        tate and boarded tes later tered t class partment and took ts several ro. Mei Lin looked at Caldwell and smiled.

        “You t I am thinking?” she asked.

        “Yup, I    some of your eavesdropping toys.”

        “Never leave    them,” Mei Lin said mischievously.
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