Linnear 02 - The Miko (52 page)

“Uhm.” Nangi’s attention was still firmly on the thicket of skyscrapers. “A bad one, inopportunely placed, would do many of those in, don’t you agree? They’d all fall apart like a jumble of children’s building blocks. Many lives would be lost, many family lines would abruptly come to a halt, many fortunes would be destroyed.”

He turned his head to face Allan Su fully. “And who else do you work for, Mr. Su?”

“I… Pardon me, Mr. Nangi, but I do not understand what you are talking about.”

“Oh, come, come,” Nangi said, thinking that all Chinese were alike, “there’s no room here for coyness. Everyone in Hong Kong holds down more than one job; it’s far more profitable.”

He paused to pour tea into a second cup. “Now take Anthony Chin, for instance. He was not only the president of the All-Asia

Bank of Hong Kong but he was also a lieutenant in the Red Chinese Army.” He pushed the cup across the desk.

“Impossible!” Allan Su had ceased his pacing. “I’ve known him for years. Our wives shopped together once a week.”

“Then you must have known of all this fiscal impropriety,” Nangi said blandly, indicating the pile of folders filled with their damning evidence. The investigation team he had hired had done their work well.

“I knew nothing of the sort!” Su proclaimed hotly.

Nangi nodded his head. “Just as you knew nothing of his true affiliation.”

Allan Su stared at Nangi for a moment, trying to force down his instinctive hatred of the Japanese and see this man for what he really was. He knew that that clarity was all that could save him now. “Then it follows that you also suspect me of being a Communist.”

“Oh, you may rest easy on that score,” Nangi said. He smiled. “Come, Mr. Su, will you drink with me?”

His heart hammering in his throat, Allan Su did as he was bade. “I should no longer be surprised at the outcome of events here.” He gulped at his tea, which had already grown cold, then used the cup to gesture out the expanse of sparkling glass toward the slender fingers of the Mid-Levels. “Take those high rises, for instance. It would take far less than a major earthquake to send them tumbling. More than likely they’ve been built with a gross insufficiency of supporting iron rods in the concrete. The favorite trick is to set a half dozen in the poured cementwhich, by the way will have twice as much sand in it as it shouldwhile the building inspector watches. Then, as he moves on, those same six rods will be removed from the setting cement and used in the next section the inspector is looking at. After he’s gone, they’ll be removed once more and used at the next building site.

“It’s a game, really, because the inspector has already been paid off by the builders not to search through the site too thoroughly.”

Nangi frowned. “That’s nothing to play a game over: lives. And millions of dollars.”

Su shrugged. “If I can buy a twelve-year-old virgin down in Wan Chai, why then should I not be able to buy a building inspector as well?”

“The difference there,” Nangi said dryly, “is that the twelve-year-old virgin you’ve paid your hard-earned dollars for could probably screw rings around your wife.”

“Then my lustand that’s a form of greedhas blinded rny good judgment.”

Nangi stood up abruptly. “How much is the Royal Albert Bank paying you a month, Mr. Su?”

Allan Su almost dropped his porcelain cup. But not quite. He heard the yammering of his pulse in his ears like the screaming of all his ancestors and he thought, Great Buddha, what will happen to my family now? No work and ruined in the midst of the Colony’s worst recession in three decades.

Nangi was seeming to slip in and out of focus, and with the exaggerated slowness and care of a habitual drunk he placed the empty cup on the desk top next to the pile of buff folders.

“Come, come,” Nangi said. “It’s a simple enough question.”

“But the answer’s a difficult one. I beg to”

“I do not,” Nangi interrupted him, leaning forward with his rigid arms on the teak, “wish to hear explanations, Mr. Su. 1 require someone here whom I can trust completely. Either you can do it or you can’t.”

Nangi held his eyes. “You know what will happen to you, Mr. Su, if you can’t do it.”

Allan Su shuddered, saying nothing.

He stood very straight though his knees felt weak. Of course he could walk out of here now, tendering his resignation. But where would that get him? Had he any assurance that the Royal Albert would hire him? The job market had narrowed considerably in many fieldsbanking high among themsince the damnable Communists made their accursed announcement. He thought about his wife, his six children, aunt, and two uncles, one widowed and how many cousins on his wife’s sidewhose welfare he was responsible for.

Of course he could always try to brazen it out. But he suspected that would be an unwise course for him to take, the result being the same as if he walked out. Nangi was hard. And he was Japanese. But if he were fair he could make a satisfactory employer.

Su decided to tell the truth. “The Royal Albert has been paying me ten thousand Hong Kong dollars a month to keep them informed of all All-Asia transactions.” He held his breath. He could hear his accelerated heartbeat like surf in his inner ear.

“I see.” Nangi tapped the eraser end of a new pencil on Su’s desk top. Then he looked up. “As of now, Mr. Su, your salary is doubled.” Great gods of the west wind, Su thought. A thin line of sweat broke out at his hairline. “In six months we’ll review the matter and, based on the bank’s overall position, it will be reevaluated upward… or downward. The same will hold true a year from now.” His eyes were searching Su’s face. “If, at that time, the bank has performed up to a schedule of profit I shall work up for you before I depart, you will receive a ten percent stock equity in All-Asia pursuant to your signing a lifetime contract.”

Nangi saw with satisfaction that all color had drained from Su’s broad face.

“I will immediately sever all ties with the Royal Albert.” Su’s voice was thin and reedy. His eyes seemed glassy.

“You’ll do nothing of the kind,” Nangi said. “You’ll take your ten thousand a month and within sixty days ask for a raise. God knows, you’ve earned it.”

Su’s face clouded. “Sir. I don’t think I understand.” Relief was flooding through him like a spring torrent, muddying his thoughts.

“From today on, Mr. Su, you will provide the Royal Albert with precisely the information I feed you. At the same time you will relay to me just what is going on at our competition. I will want to know every major and minor deal on their boards. I will want to know their capital outlay, their spread, and their investment goals for one year, five years, and ten years.” He cocked his head. “Are you getting all this, Mr. Su?”

Su had recovered sufficiently to smile. Oh, gods of all four quarters, he prayed silently, tonight I will offer a feast to each and every one of you. “I’m with you, Nangi-san,” he said in his best idiomatic English. “This is sounding more and more like a task I will enjoy immensely.”

Then concern flooded his face again. “But I cannot be expected to achieve these great gains with the depletion of capital that currently plagues us. The bank is on the verge of insolvency if we were to have to redeem on any kind of an extended run. And even if the run does not materializemay all the gods hear and make it so!it would take more than twelve months for us to recover sufficiently from these setbacks so that I can make even a semblance of headway.”

“Two items will help us here,” Nangi said, unruffled. “First, we will have additional capital available to us within seventy-two hours.”

“May I ask the source of this capital?” Su interjected.

“Just be prepared to invest part of it wisely for a maximum return with a minimum of time factor.”

Su was already shaking his head. “Big risk in that. Too much for us in our current position.”

“Not with the information you’re going to be getting from the Royal Albert.” Nangi was smiling now as he rose. “Ride their back, Mr. Su, as the temple dog rides the great dragon. Let them take all the risks, do all the work while you make our money grow for us risk free.” He nodded his head.

“Congratulations! This is a big day for you. Shall we go and celebrate?”

Tanya was manning the ARRTS terminal when the cipher came in. That was luck, pure and simple. But if someone else had been on, which had been far more likely, he or she would have merely starred the unreadable entry and she would have been flagged down immediately on her return.

The “Spearfish” situation, as she had somewhat ironically designated it, was her baby. She was its monitor principally because it was a personal matter of Minck’s and not business.

Well, that was not strictly true. “Spearfish” had been business up until perhaps a year ago. It should have been terminated then, as Tanya had argued. In fact, as far as anyone else in Red Section or anywhere else in the Family was concerned, it was terminated. Only Minck and Tanya knew otherwise.

The moment Tanya became aware that “Spearfish” had crossed the line it never should have, into the personal sector, she had come alert. One of her jobs, unspoken and all the more crucial for that, was to protect Minck. In her judgment he had picked a particularly dangerous time to pull something like this, though she knew when personal feelings were allowed to interfere with business there was no good time for it.

Thus she became “Spearfish“‘s guardian while acknowledging the foolhardiness of the enterprise. Some things could be kept in cold storage better than others. But nothing could be well kept for long out in the open.

When she knew that Minck would not go for the termination she had switched tactics, arguing for a closed shop. That was out of the question as well, he said. “Spearfish” could not be penned up.

Then she had gone for the box, eight men in two shifts. But Minck had said “Spearfish” would find that distasteful as well. It limited freedom, he said. Tanya had kept her mouth shut, knowing that that was precisely the purpose of the box. It was normally used on more serious tags but it could work just as well on friendlies such as “Spearfish.”

Finally, she did what he had asked her to do in the first place: put two men on it. But she would not let it go at that. She kept in constant touch. “Spearfish” was highly volatile and she wanted no mistakes made. The only time she laid off was when Minck himself went down. He thought that even she did not know. But she did.

Now she watched the glowing green letters springing up on the terminal screen, marching across in dedicated rows. When the message had ended, she watched the pulsing letters hanging there for a moment before she pushed the decode button. The word “REALLY?” came up and she hit a six-digit key ultimate access sequence. Now the decoded message wrote itself across the screen. Now she had one minute, no more, no less, to digest the message. If she did not depress the “print” key by that time to get a hard copy, ARRTS would dissolve the cipher as if it had never existed.

She went pale as she read the terse message, so stunned that she had made no conscious decision whether or not to print before her time ran out and the message disappeared from the screen. That did not matter much since it still glowed behind her eyes.

Silently she cursed Minck and his personal problems. Because the cipher had turned “Spearfish” from a potential problem into an active one. She depressed the “send” key, composing her reply as she did so. When only the date appeared, she was reminded that codes were changed weekly and this was the day to get a new one. That meant Tony Theerson.

She got up and went down two floors. The Boy Wonder had his digs in an otherwise unused corner of the floor. His only companions were the jumble of cardboard and wooden crates, shipping labels, and huge rolls of brown wrapping papers. And his cipher machines.

Though Minck had Theerson working on the Soviet Alpha-three ciphers almost around the clock, it was also his devilish little brain that composed the Red Section’s own codes. He said they were unbreakable; Tanya believed him.

When she came in on him he was sitting up on the Army cot he had asked be installed in his work space. Tanya suspected that the Boy Wonder had no private life whatsoever; he certainly slept in the building enough. Also, because of the time differential between Washington and the areas he monitored, primarily Russia and Asia, he tended to have odd sleep-wake patterns.

“Hey,” he said in his laconic way.

“Want some coffee?”

He offered up his bare arm; he was dressed in a T-shirt with “DépŹhe Mode” written on it and a pair of faded blue jeans. “Just slip the needle in this vein, Doctor.”

Tanya laughed as she crossed to the coffee machine and filled two mugs. She gave him one. “Had a hard night?”

He sipped at the strong French roast and groaned, his eyes closing in ecstasy. “Food of the gods.” He downed more coffee. “I’m having a bitch of a time breaking this new one.” He meant the Alpha-three. He put the empty cup aside. “Frankly, I don’t think I’m going to get it.” He rose and stretched, yawning widely.

“It’s that time again, I’m afraid,” Tanya said. She had hardly touched her coffee, preferring tea. But she had not wanted to appear unfriendly.

The Boy Wonder groaned again. “You mean another week’s slid by? Oh, God.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I need a shower.”

“Business first, personal hygiene later,” Tanya said, putting down her cup. “I’m on an open line.”

“Gotcha.” Theerson poked through a box of floppy disks. He pulled one out, gave it to her. “This one’s a doozy.”

“They all are,” she said, heading for the door. “Good luck.”

He grunted sourly. “With this monster I’m gonna need it.”

The last she saw of him he was putting on his Walkman headphones as he sat down to work. With the Boy Wonder, business came before anything. Tanya decided to draft a memo to Minck suggesting he give Theerson some enforced vacation time.

Back at the ARRTS console two floors up, she inserted the floppy Theerson had given her and punched the “enter” button. The word “FILE:” came up and she typed in, “SPEARFISH.” She waited for the cycle to complete, then entered her reply. The machine would automatically use the new cipher, ARRTS having replaced the old code with the new one in the receiver.