Alistair Oh was just leaving customs when his enemies ambushed him.
"Bonjour, Uncle." Ian Kabra appeared on his right. "Have a good flight?"
Alistair turned to the left but Natalie Kabra cut off his escape.
"I wouldn't try to get away, Uncle Alistair," she said sweetly.
"It's amazing how many weapons I can carry through an airport."
She held up a china doll in a blue satin dress. Natalie was too old to be carrying something like that, but no doubt she could charm the security guards into thinking otherwise.
"What is that?" Alistair asked, trying to stay calm. "A gun? A bomb?"
Natalie smiled. "I hope you don't have to find out. It would be quite messy."
"Keep walking, Uncle." Ian put as much sarcasm into the word as possible. "We don't want to arouse suspicion."
They strode through the terminal. Alistair's heart pounded. He could feel the Poor Richard's Almanack in his jacket pocket, slapping against his chest with every step.
"So," Alistair said. "When did you get in?"
"Oh, we took our own jet," Ian said. "We use a private airstrip where the security is much more ... relaxed. We just thought we'd come welcome you!"
"How nice," Alistair said. "But I don't have anything you want."
"That's not what we've heard," Natalie said. "Hand over the book."
Alistair's throat went dry. "How ... how could you possibly know-"
"News travels fast," Natalie said. "We have informants-"
"Natalie," Ian snapped. "I'll do the talking, thank you very much. You hold the doll."
She scowled, which made her face not nearly as pretty. "I can talk if I want to, Ian! Mother and Father said-"
"Blast what they said! I'm in charge!"
Natalie looked ready to yell back at him, but she swallowed her rage. Alistair didn't like the tight grip she was keeping on her doll. He imagined the thing must have a trigger somewhere, and he didn't want to find out what it did.
"Surely you don't want another war between our branches,"
Alistair said, trying to sound diplomatic. "One phone call and I can mobilize help from Tokyo to Rio de Janeiro."
"As can we," Ian said. "And I've read my family history, Alistair. The last time our branches fought, it didn't go very well for your lot, did it?"
Alistair kept walking, thinking hard. A gendarme was standing by a security checkpoint up ahead - about twenty meters. If Alistair could create a distraction ...
"The 1908 explosion in Siberia," he said to Ian. "Yes, that was impressive. But we have more at stake this time."
"Exactly," Ian agreed. "So hand over the book, old man, before we have to hurt you."
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