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　He　saw　a　young　boy　and；　behind　him；　a　young　woman。
　'What　is　your　name？'　he　asked　the　boy。　He　did　not　ask　for　the　woman's　name。'
　'Sparrow。'
　'Do　you　have　it？'
　The　boy　nodded；　took　a　step　towards　the　Japanese。
　'Stop；'　he　manded。　'Give　it　to　the　girl。'
　The　boy　turned　and　handed　her　something；　…bring　it　to　me。'
　The　girl　bowed。　On　her　way　to　him；　she　stopped　to　pour　a　cup　of　hot　safe。　She　handed　it　to　him。
　He　stared　at　her；　his　eyes　boring　into　hers。　His　hand　flipped　out　in　a　blur；　knocking　the　cup　from　her　outstretched　hand。　She　stifled　a　cry　at　the　blow。　Her　fingers　stung　terribly。
　'Do　nothing；〃　he　said　coldly；　'unless　I　mand　it。　Then　be　quite　certain　you　do　precisely　as　you　are　told。　Is　that　clear？'　The　girl　nodded　dumbly。　These　remarks　seemed　directed　solely　at　her。　'Let　me　see　what　you　have。'
　She　opened　her　hand。　In　it　he　saw　two　brown　tablets　and；　beside　them；　a　chunk　of　a　black　substance。　He　picked　this　up　first；　sniffed　it。　He　nodded。　He　placed　it　back　in　her　hand；　picked　up　the　tablets。　These　he　tasted　with　the　tip　of　his　tongue。　Satisfied；　he　told　her　to　grind　them　up。
　This　bination　of　opium　and　synthetic　DMT　was　not　new　to　him。　He　had　acquired　a　taste　for　it　from　a　fellow　student　years　ago。　The　pressure　at　the　ryu　had　been　enormous。　Safe；　of　course；　was　often　used　as　a　source　of　relaxation。　But　it　was　not　for　him；　it　was　not　enough。
　He　watched　glassy…eyed　as　the　girl；　on　her　knees；　ground　the　mixture　in　a　stone　mortar　she　had　produced　from　within　the　armoire。
　When　she　had　finished　and　had　filled　a　pipe　for　him；　he　told　her　to　run　the　water　for　his　bath。
　'I　can　do　that；〃　Sparrow　said。
　'Stay　where　you　are；'　the　Japanese　barked。　His　gaze　shifted　to　the　girl。　'Do　as　you　are　told。'
　She　bowed　her　head；　half　ran　across　the　room。　By　the　time　he　had　the　pipe　lit；　he　heard　the　muted　sound　of　running　water。
　The　Japanese　took　three　long　drags　at　the　pipe　before　he　took　it　out　of　his　mouth。　'e　here；　Sparrow。　Now　inhale。　No；　deeply。　That's　right。'　He　returned　the　pipe　to　his　mouth；　finished　smoking。　He　could　hear　nothing　but　the　distant　water；　tumbling。　It　sounded　like　a　waterfall。
　Every　time　he　breathed　in　now；　the　air　felt　chill；　on　the　exhalations；　it　seemed　to　burn　the　lining　of　his　nostrils。　He　felt　his　heart　pumping；　the　blood　squirting　through　his　veins　and　arteries。　He　felt　hot。
　Gravity　pulled　upon　him　as　if　he　were　under　water。　He　felt　its　drag　on　his　arms　and　legs；　on　his　head　and　on　his　penis。　His　balls　seemed　to　have　grown　within　their　sac。
　'e；'　he　manded　the　boy　and　together　they　went　into　the　bathroom。　The　tub　was　three…quarters　full。　The　girl　was　on　her　knees　testing　the　temperature。
　'Undress　the　boy；'　he　told　her。　Every　time　he　spoke；　he　could　feel　the　rumbling　vibrations　in　his　chest。　The　words；　gaining　substance；　seemed　to　roll　around　within　the　cavity；　like　ripples　set　in　motion；　eddying　outwards。　Some　words　were　as　small　as　insects；　as　bright　and　shining。　Others　were　as　large　and　ungainly　as　giraffes。
　The　Japanese　watched　avidly　as　the　girl　went　to　where　Sparrow　stood　on　the　threshold。　'Do　it　on　your　knees；'　he　told　her。　He　was　gratified　to　see　how　well　she　took　instructions。　He　must　remember　to　pliment　the　old　woman。
　The　boy　stood　naked；　his　thin　body　just　beginning　to　form　the　musculature　of　adolescence。　The　Japanese　stared；　his　pupils　dilated。　In　and　out。　His　breathing　like　the　bellows　in
　a　busy　forge。　The　girl　sat　with　her　legs　folded　beneath　her。　Her　head　was　bowed。　Her　long　black　hair　hung；　shining；　down　her　back。
　He　bade　her　undress　him　next；　his　shirt　first　so　that　she　could　perform　the　rest　on　her　knees　in　front　of　him。　He　did　not　watch　her；　he　watched　the　boy。
　He　was　hard　by　the　time　she　had　finished　and　the　boy's　penis　was　no　longer　soft。　Without　looking　at　her；　he　grabbed　the　girl　by　the　back　of　her　head；　pushed　her　face　against　his　scrotal　sac。　Her　mouth　opened。　The　boy　was　hard　and　quivering。
　He　pushed　the　girl　away　from　him；　stepped　into　the　hot　tub。　'Now；'　he　said　to　her；　'wash　me。'
　When　this　had　been　pleted；　he　stepped　out　and　instructed　her　to　scrub　the　bathtub。　Only　when　it　was　washed　and　rinsed　did　he　step　back　in。　She　ran　the　water　for　him　again。
　Lying　back；　soaking　contentedly；　he　stared　up　at　the　gleaming　white　ceiling　just　as　if　he　were　alone。　He　thought　about　the　fall　and　what　it　meant。　He　smiled。　He　had　meant　to　kill　Tomkin　within　three　days　anyway。　He　had　not　been　about　to　reveal　that　to　his　employers。　The　less　they　knew　the　better。　Once　you　gave　anyone　information　of　any　kind；　you　risked　giving　them　an　advantage。　That　was　something　the　Japanese　had　never　done。　He　was　successful　because　it　was　he　who　held　the　advantage　always。　This　he　had　been　taught　well。
　He　had　to　laugh。　His　body　moved；　sending　wavelets　bouncing　off　the　porcelain　of　the　tub。　By　not　revealing　his　plans；　he　had　just　had　his　fee　doubled。　It　had　been　high　enough　to　begin　with　and　rightly　so　others　had　tried　to　kill　Raphael　Tomkin；　none　had　succeeded。　The　Japanese　had　no　doubts　about　his　success；　none　at　all。　It　was；　rather；　the　method　that　occupied　his　mind　so　fully。　Yes；　his　first　assessment　had　been　the　correct　one。　Tomkin　was　most　vulnerable　in　his　new　office。　It　was　high　up；　it　was　isolated；　it　was　surrounded　by　a　warren　of　tunnels　and　half…pleted　passageways　into　which　he　could　disappear　in　an　instant。
　There　were；　of　course；　the　long…range　methods：　the　rifle；　the　bomb；　and　so　forth。　These　were　not　in　the　Japanese's　repertoire　of　murder。　They　were　the　coward's　way；　totally　Western　form　of　assassination。　He　did　all　his　work　first　hand；　with　his　own　weapons。　There　was　no　honour　in　killing　otherwise。　Thus　he　had　been　taught。　The　ninja；　too；　had　their　code　of　honour。　It　was　far　from　the　laws　of　weak…minded　bushido；　he　thought　contemptuously；　but　it　governed　him　none　the　less。　A　buy　was　simply　not　worth　doing　if　one　could　not　get　within　arm's　length　of　the　objective。　And　that　was　all　he　needed。
　So　it　would　happen　on　the　top　floor　of　the　office　building；　in　the　plush　office　…　that　would　be　superbly　fitting。　Not　tonight　and　perhaps　not　the　next；　there　were　too　many　matters　to　tie　up；　too　many　things　yet　to　be　settled。　The　night　after　next；　then。　No　need　to　rush　it。　He　went　over　every　phase　of　the　buy　again；　feeling　a　tingling　in　his　groin　beginning。　The　only　matter　that　now　concerned　him　…　because　it　was　out　of　his　control　at　the　moment　…　was　whether　he　had　been　too　obvious。　Perhaps　he　had　miscalculated　in　killing　Ito。　Then　he　thought：　No；　it's　what　I　had　planned　to　do　from　the　start。　It's　what　he　needs。
　The　tip　of　his　erect　penis　breached　the　water。　He　stared　at　it；　fascinated。
　'Time；'　he　said　and　the　girl　opened　the　drain。　He　stood　up。　The　hot　water　rolled　down　his　flesh。　His　torso　and　limbs　were　hairless。
　He　stepped　out　of　the　tub；　brushed　aside　the　thick　towel　the　girl　had　opened　for　him。　'No；'　he　said。　'Lick　the　water　off　me。'　He　watched　the　boy；　who　had　not　moved　all　this　time；　as　the　girl　bent　to　her　task。
　Yes；　he　thought。　There　is　plenty　of　time。　Enough　for　me　to　return　here　tomorrow　night。　Release　was　instrumental　to　his　functioning　properly。　Between　his　spread　legs；　the　girl　continued　to　lick　at　him。
　In　the　bedroom；　he　smoked　another　pipeful；　repeating　his　offer　to　Sparrow。　The　girl　was　the　only　one　who　was　still　dressed。　She　came　and　stood　before　him　when　he　manded；　her　eyes　at　her　feet。　With　one　blurred　gesture　he　ripped　the　silk　rob　from　her。　She　had　small　firm　breasts；　the　nipples　long　and　hard。　Narrow　waist　and　hips；　thick　pubic　triangle。　Her　skin　was　raised　in　goose　bumps。　Still　she　would　not　look　at　him；　he　liked　that。
　He　reached　his　left　hand　up。　It　was　so　big　that　his　fingers　were　able　to　encircle　her　slender　neck　pletely。　Her　skin　was　so　soft　there。　With　his　other　hand　he　touched　her　briefly　where　her　flesh　was　raised；　interested　in　the　oddity。
　Holding　her　thus；　he　drew　his　right　hand　away；　slapped　her　breasts　so　that　they　shook。　She　grimaced　but　made　no　sound。　The　Japanese　turned　his　head　slightly　so　that　he　could　see　the　boy's　reaction；　he　had　not　moved。　The　Japanese　swung　at　the　girl's　breasts　again；　this　time　from　the　opposite　side。　She　gasped　and　immediately　bit　her　lower　lip。　Sweat　started　but　along　her　hairline；　her　flesh　was　damp　beneath　his　fingers。
　When　he　hit　her　a。　third　time；　it　was　with　considerably　more　force。　She　gave　a　short　cry　and　her　legs　collapsed　from　under　her。
　The　Japanese　took　her　under　the　arms；　threw　her　on　the　bed。　There　was　a　piece　of　silk　tied　to　each　of　the　bedposts。　He　took　these　and；　one　by　one；　tied　them　around　her　wrists　and　ankles　until　she　was　spread…eagled；　unable　to　move。　Her　chest　was　heaving　and　it　glistened　with　sweat。　She　moaned；　half　unconscious。
　The　Japanese　crossed　the　room；　took　the　ceramic　bottle　of　sake　back　to　the　bed　and　fed　it　to　her。　She　coughed　twice。　Her　eyes　flew　open　and　she　swallowed　convulsively。　He　kept　the　lip　of　the　bottle　to　her　lips　until　all　the　liquor　was　gone。　Then　he　got　onto　the　bed；　straddling　her。　He　faced　her　crotch　and　spread　legs；　her　breasts　were　beneath　him。
　'e　here；〃　he　said　to　Sparrow。'　The　boy　moved　to　the　side　of　the　bed；　climbed　up　into　the　position　the　Japanese　indicated。　He　crouched　between　the　girl's　legs。　Hi