Book 3. Murga's thugs kidnap me yet again but this time Triple Oh and Kozak plan to trap Murga without telling me I'm the bait. When Murga doesn't show up, the thugs handcuff me inside a helicopter which the pilots abandon over Hong Kong leaving T...
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I examine the red line across Licia's cheek. Tears streaked her face. 'Are you okay?'
'Yes, but I lost my glasses.'
'I have them,' Miguel announced quietly. 'I caught them when Ziff stopped that guy. I think they're Oscar Kilo.'
There was a lot more arguing and shouting before we were escorted along a wide road that ran straight from the city gate to a watch tower built in the middle of a wide intersection. We were thrown into a black, smelly, windowless cell. There was just enough light, from a small hole in the door, to see that the cell was empty except for a heavy wooden bench and a bucket.
Miguel gave the door a push. 'We are definitely locked in. 'Now, what're we going to do?
'Why did I agree to go with you guys?' Licia asked bitterly. 'This place is awful. And I need to pee.'
'It's worse than the girls' washroom at Silverwood,' Miguel agreed sympathetically.
'It's much worse,' I observed. 'I can't even read the graffiti. That bucket must be the toilet.'
'Eeww. I have to use a bucket?' Licia complained. 'You two turn your backs. I can't pee with you looking.'
Miguel and I put our faces together and peered through the hole in the door while Licia tinkled in the bucket.
'The mob seems to have gone,' I noted. 'There's just one guard left and he's . . . exercising.'
'There's not even a place to wash your hands,' Licia grumped.
'I wish we had brought some chocolate chip cookies,' Miguel remarked wistfully.
Licia looked at him sympathetically. 'Withdrawal symptoms, eh?'
'What's going on out there?' She asked.
'Take a look.' The guard was prancing about, making theatrical slashes and lunges with a long handled, dagger axe, as if he were fighting imaginary foes.
'Let's try to get out of here,' I suggested. 'Licia, do you think you can make him angry? Tell him he is a klutz who should not play with sharp toys.'
'I'll try,' Licia replied. 'They seem to speak something between Mandarin and Cantonese but I can't understand a lot of the words.'
'Miguel,' I added, 'help me move this bench.'
Licia started yelling at the guard in Mandarin. 'I told him he was such a knot-head; he was losing the shadow fighting contest. Laugh!' she ordered.
Miguel and I laughed loudly, 'Ha, Ha, Ha.' It sounded false but it seemed to annoy the guard. He shouted back angrily.
Licia yelled more insults. 'He claims to be a master of martial arts. I asked him whether he had been toilet trained yet.' The guard stormed to the door and screamed at Licia through the hole. She spat in his face.
