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the moon. Lights burned in two buildings, the rest were shrouded in darkness. “That’s the worst Confucius crap you’ve come up with yet.”
    His eyebrow arched again and his mouth twitched. “The age of a flower does not detract from its strength or beauty.”
    “We really need to work on your lying skills,” she laughed. “They leave a little something to be desired.
    Mittie pulled the Jeep into an alley, two buildings down from the jail. Light blossomed in the still air as Ling manipulated the screen on his data pad. After a few moments, he put the pad away and opened his door. “We’re clear. Looks like there’s trace technology. Nothing linked to the GN. How do you want to handle it?”
    “Same as always.” She smiled as they stepped onto the boarded sidewalk and headed for the jail. “We’ll just ask nicely. I’m sure they’ll be reasonable men.”
    Ling let out a very un-Zen-like grunt and opened the door for Mittie Kate. He followed in his usual position, two steps behind and to the right of her. The man behind a rickety desk, one corner held up by a stack of paperback books, turned to the sound of the door opening. One look at his guests brought him to his feet.
    Mittie heard a small puff of air from behind her and the man fell back into his seat. She was already moving towards a set of stairs in the back of the room before the small rivulet of blood began tracing a path from the bridge of the officer’s nose to his chin.
    Voices drifted up from below. Distorted by the cement and brick walls that constructed the basement, but discernable.
    “ You’re a coward.”
    “Perhaps, but I imagine they will be a little more forgiving if they think you were incapable of telling us anything. You should not have resisted arrest.”
    Mittie turned the corner in time to see a fat, sweat-stained policeman step into the cell, raising a small pistol. The other two officers were intent on watching the show and didn’t see Mittie and Ling as they walked down the short hall to join them. Through the bars, she could see two other prisoners. Both appeared native to the area and both were likewise, too entertained to notice their arrival.
    When the electric buzz of the Tazer filled the room, followed at once by the thick smell of ozone and singed flesh, the two guards dropped, one right after the other. Except for the small trail of blood on their temples, the small caliber Ling used made no mess at all.
    The bullet pierced the skull once and lost velocity. Staying inside the skull, it ricocheted off bone, scrambling the brain enough to ensure instant death with very little cleanup. A very considerate weapon choice.
    Stiff as a board, his body vibrating like a plucked guitar string, the man they sought was drooling and slowly working his way off the bed and onto the floor. He was a mess. Three days of beard growth covered his face, but did little to hide the unwashed flesh beneath it. His clothes hung from his body in loose folds. His time on the run after double-crossing his partner in Washington had not been kind to him.
    Mittie stepped around the policia , barely managing not to brush against him, or the filthy sink and toilet. Brown eyes under heavy brows went wide in surprise as she sat down on the bunk next to the human current-bush. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, his eyes rolled back and he hit the floor, his finger coming off the Tazer’s trigger.
    With the fatal shot fired and the last potential obstacle down, Ling stepped back into the hall and quickly dispatched the two other prisoners. It wouldn’t do to leave witnesses. Not when she and Ling were so easily identified by their odd pairing.
    Mittie Kate was impressed. Still cuffed and shackled, the man began an ungraceful struggle to get himself to a corner, where he could prop himself up and get his equilibrium back. His beautiful blue eyes rolled back and forth between Ling and Mittie, loose and jittery in their sockets.
    “You’re younger than