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Mister Rengerz
Mister Rengerz<br />
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For Anchella,<br />
my Mai Mai
Table of Contents<br />
PROLOGUE…………………………………….page 1<br />
1. BOT-BOT……………………………………page 5<br />
2. DINNER, DIVORCE, AND DELAY……....page 15<br />
3. HONG KONG…………………………….page 22<br />
4. ALL THAT AND DIM SUM…………...…page 31<br />
5. THE WU WEI TOWERS………………….page 44<br />
6. CHINESE NEW YEAR……………………page 54<br />
7. KIDNAPPED………………………………page 64<br />
8. THE DUNGEON…………………...…….page 70<br />
9. SHANGHAIED……………………………page 77<br />
10. A THIEF IN THE NIGHT………………..page 86<br />
11. KNOCK, KNOCK…………………...……page 95<br />
12. THE HEART OF THE LAIR……...…….page 106<br />
13. ON YOUR MOTHER’S EYES…………...page 114
Table of Contents<br />
14. TALO……………………………………page 120<br />
15. UNDER COVER WORK………………..page 130<br />
16. THE LUCY HAN…………………...…...page 137<br />
17. A WHALE OF A TALE……...………….page 147<br />
18. THE CATACOMBS……………………...page 159<br />
19. LOST AND FOUND……………...……..page 186<br />
20. BEYOND THE RED CURTAINS……....page 205<br />
21. THE GOLD MASTER…………………...page 222<br />
22. COMMOTION FROM THE OCEAN…page 238<br />
23. THE THROAT RING…………...……...page 248<br />
24. A TEA CEREMONY……………...……page 268
Prologue<br />
Under the eye of a full moon sat a sprawling<br />
shipyard along the industrial coastline of Hong<br />
Kong. The harbor held quiet save for the huge<br />
anchored ships groaning and moaning together like<br />
old men grumbling in the night. Shortly, though,<br />
the approaching headlights of a vehicle pierced a<br />
wispy seaside fogbank.<br />
The engine of a Rolls Royce hummed to a stop<br />
and its doors opened. Two men emerged, a<br />
distinguished middle-aged businessman and a tiny<br />
old man in a shabby brown hat and suit. Both were<br />
Chinese, and both wore grim expressions as if<br />
neither had slept in weeks. The short elderly chap<br />
struggled to keep up with the determined strides of<br />
the other, haranguing the taller gentleman with<br />
pleas of desperation.<br />
“Horatio, listen to me. Please. Don’t do this.<br />
I’ll find your daughter. I promise,” implored the frail<br />
old man.<br />
“You can’t promise me anything. I no longer<br />
want your police department’s involvement, Chief<br />
Hsing,” replied Horatio Yu, eyes fixed straight ahead.<br />
“I know what you’re planning tonight, Horatio.<br />
It will only get your daughter killed. Let me<br />
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negotiate with the kidnappers.” Chief Hsing<br />
demanded, frantically pawing at the man’s arm.<br />
“Go home, Chief,” retorted Horatio as he<br />
arrived at a high chain link gate. The tall<br />
businessman walked inside and slammed the gate<br />
shut in the Chief’s face. CLANK! He then angrily<br />
locked a heavy padlock while Chief Hsing clutched<br />
desperately from the outside.<br />
“Let me in, Horatio. Let me help you. Please.”<br />
“Go home, Chief! Go home to your family!” A<br />
peal of lightning from a distant storm split the skies<br />
punctuating Horatio Yu’s words. The man then<br />
turned his back and vanished into the long shadows<br />
of the dockyard, Chief Hsing shaking the gate wildly<br />
behind him.<br />
“Horatio! Come back!”<br />
Horatio stubbornly marched ahead until he<br />
came upon a long steely boathouse, his name<br />
emblazoned in Chinese characters across the facade.<br />
Near the side-entrance sat a Siamese cat, swishing<br />
its charcoal tail atop a garbage can. The feline<br />
licked its paws and leered at the man with menacing<br />
yellow eyes. Unnerved by the animal, Horatio<br />
hurriedly entered his password into a keypad. A<br />
wide mechanical door unlocked and he scooted<br />
inside.<br />
Once indoors, the businessman hastily<br />
resealed the doorway and breathed deeply. The<br />
boathouse interior was dark and thick with shadows.<br />
Horatio made his way down a long electronic<br />
security grid, his footfall leaving a pattern of<br />
glowing red shoeprints everywhere he went.<br />
Up ahead, a gaggle of brawny Chinese men<br />
crouched behind a stack of cargo crates, nervously<br />
waiting with pistols drawn. One of them spied a trail<br />
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of red footprints approaching from the dim recesses<br />
and aimed his revolver uncertainly.<br />
“Mr. Yu, is that you?” the man called out<br />
hesitantly.<br />
“Yes. It’s me. Lower your weapons,” Horatio<br />
answered as he knelt down and joined them.<br />
Horatio’s fingers found a control deck and carefully<br />
raised some soft lighting inside the boathouse. The<br />
lights twinkled and exposed a cargo ship moored<br />
along an indoor docking collar. Beyond the ship<br />
were two towering bay-doors, barely visible in the<br />
prevailing shadows.<br />
In that instant, a mighty CLANG of metal<br />
echoed around the complex, startling the<br />
bodyguards and causing the largest one to faint<br />
effeminately with fear.<br />
“I KNOW YOU’RE THERE! I HAVE YOUR MONEY!<br />
SHOW YOURSELF, SO WE CAN BEGIN!” Horatio<br />
hollered at the unseen racket.<br />
A deafening ROAR answered him, shaking the<br />
very foundations of the boathouse. Next, the riveted<br />
bay-doors burst apart in a raucous explosion of<br />
twisted metal. The channel of water anchoring the<br />
cargo ship began to disappear – sucked dry as if<br />
through some massive invisible straw. Having lost<br />
its watery support, the vessel toppled over and<br />
became mangled on the cargo deck with a mighty<br />
GRUNT! The other guards all screamed with terror.<br />
“Silence, you overpaid idiots!” Horatio rebuffed<br />
them sternly, then turned and bellowed again at the<br />
hidden intruder. “DO YOU HAVE MY DAUGHTER?!<br />
COME OUT, COWARD!”<br />
Suddenly, gigantic red claw-prints slithered up<br />
onto the electronic security grid, shuddering the<br />
boathouse with glowing strides. All the remaining<br />
bodyguards dropped their weapons and fled for<br />
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their lives, but Horatio held resolute. He picked up<br />
one of the guns lying on the floor and charged the<br />
unknown menace, firing blindly.<br />
“WHAT ARE YOU?! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO<br />
MY DAUGHTER?!”<br />
Two sinister eyes alit in the darkness and a<br />
great vortex of wind started to swirl, levitating the<br />
businessman in midair. Horatio Yu twisted and<br />
thrashed, crying out haplessly in the churning winds.<br />
At last, showers of golden lightning devoured him,<br />
setting the entire boathouse ablaze.<br />
From behind the high chain link gate<br />
outdoors, Chief Hsing urgently called for help on his<br />
cell phone. But it was too late. All the little old man<br />
could do was watch the boathouse melt into a soupy<br />
furnace of red and purple against the starry skyline<br />
of Hong Kong.<br />
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BOT-BOT<br />
Mr. Ming Xa Lee emerged from the double<br />
doors of his Northern California estate just as the<br />
sun broke over the redwood trees of Hampshire<br />
Hills. The handsome middle-aged Chinese man<br />
strolled along in his slippers until he reached a<br />
newspaper lying in the middle of his driveway.<br />
The newspaper was titled, The South China<br />
Morning Post, and though it was in English it was<br />
hardly local. Mr. Lee drowsily picked up the paper<br />
and folded it under his armpit, failing to notice the<br />
photo of a deceased Chinese businessman splashed<br />
across the front page. Then, with a yawn, the man<br />
sauntered back indoors.<br />
As soon as he stepped inside, Mr. Lee was<br />
greeted by the Monday morning commotion of his<br />
family. The usual clamor of Lu Lu, the elderly<br />
housemaid, declaring in her thick Cantonese accent<br />
that breakfast was getting cold, and his fifteen-yearold<br />
daughter, Anne Mai, chasing after his ten-yearold<br />
son, Henry, demanding he not wear the same<br />
school uniform for the fifth straight day.<br />
Mr. Lee groggily sat down on his favorite stool at the<br />
family’s breakfast bar. Here, he received a cup of<br />
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tea with a squeeze of lemon from his elegant<br />
Chinese wife, Mrs. Xio Xing Lee. Henry and Anne<br />
Mai settled themselves down next to their parents.<br />
Henry was gangly and short (even by a ten-year-old’s<br />
standards) with a straight bowl of black hair. Anne<br />
Mai was tall with a waterfall of waist-length midnight<br />
hair just like her mother’s.<br />
“Henry,” Mrs. Lee said while watching her son<br />
noisily slurp up egg noodles. “You should listen to<br />
Mai Mai and change into something clean before you<br />
leave for school.”<br />
“But Mama,” Henry protested. “This is my<br />
lucky uniform. I’m going to need it at the<br />
competition today. This is the same uniform I was<br />
wearing when Petey tripped carrying a Fudgey<br />
Strudel Malt Shake, a Three-Tiered Chocolate Bunny<br />
Falafel-Cone, and two Triple-Tart Snow Blizzards. It<br />
was like the ice cream split in midair, missed me and<br />
Walsh, and was destined to take out Gavin McCord,<br />
Hiroshi Yondo, and Sanjit Raj.”<br />
“So today’s the big robotics tournament, huh?”<br />
Mr. Lee asked as he wound some egg noodles<br />
around a pair of chopsticks. “There’re going to be<br />
schools from all over the country competing, aren’t<br />
there?”<br />
“Yeah, so I might be home a little late this<br />
afternoon,” Henry answered, again jamming a wad of<br />
noodles into his tiny mouth.<br />
“If you’d like, Henry, your mother and I could<br />
drop by school this afternoon and see you and Mai<br />
Mai.”<br />
“No, no, no, Papa. You just leave everything<br />
to me and…” before Henry could finish his thought,<br />
a loud car horn honked outdoors. “That’s the<br />
carpool! Come on, Mai Mai!”<br />
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Henry and Anne Mai kissed their mother and<br />
father on the cheek and raced out of the estate in a<br />
blur of schoolbags and red plaid uniforms. Mr. Lee<br />
sighed while Mrs. Lee went over to the window and<br />
watched their two children pile into a black stretch<br />
limousine.<br />
“Dear? What do you have planned for your<br />
morning?” Mrs. Lee called out from the windowsill as<br />
she watched the limo disappear down the forest<br />
road.<br />
“I don’t know.” Mr. Lee answered from the<br />
breakfast bar. “Larry’s got the office covered until<br />
noon. So, I’ll probably just sit here and read the<br />
paper a bit.”<br />
CRASH! Mr. Lee dropped his teacup,<br />
shattering it into a million pieces of porcelain on the<br />
marble floor.<br />
“What is it? What’s wrong, dear?” Mrs. Lee<br />
asked rushing back to her husband’s side.<br />
Mr. Lee held up the bold front-page photo and<br />
headlines detailing the demise of Horatio Yu. Mrs.<br />
Lee cupped a hand over her mouth.<br />
“It’s Horatio. He’s been killed in Hong Kong.<br />
Still think we ought to go back home for a visit,<br />
dear?” Mr. Lee mumbled grimly.<br />
By two o’clock that afternoon, Henry Lee<br />
found himself sitting inside his school’s darkened<br />
auditorium next to his two best friends, Peter J.<br />
Buttums and Walsh W. Walker. Peter was a portly<br />
little balloon of a boy with a fire-red crew cut and<br />
thick oval glasses. Walsh was a blonde child with<br />
blue eyes and perfect dimples to match his tan baby<br />
face.<br />
The three fifth graders huddled together,<br />
surrounded by hundreds of people laughing and<br />
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popping pictures. Henry observed a panel of judges<br />
dressed in official white smocks chatting eagerly<br />
behind a bank of microphones near the front of the<br />
auditorium. On the main stage behind them, an<br />
elaborate obstacle course had been built. But<br />
behind the stage was what everyone had come to<br />
see. Inside thick glass cylinders sat nine robots<br />
from schools all around the country.<br />
“This is it,” Peter murmured nervously. “We’re<br />
playing with the big boys now. The pros. Sixth<br />
graders.”<br />
“We’ll be in sixth grade by the time they get<br />
this tournament rolling,” Walsh sniped impatiently as<br />
he tapped his wristwatch.<br />
“Just relax, guys. We didn’t work all summer<br />
just to get here and lose our cool,” Henry reassured.<br />
SQUEAK! Loud feedback from the auditorium<br />
speaker system resonated throughout the building.<br />
“May I have everyone’s attention please,” said<br />
the emcee in a quivery voice, an elderly bald man<br />
drowning in honorary robes. The raucous crowd<br />
quickly dropped to a whisper and fell into their<br />
seats. “I’m Dean Chandelling, Chancellor here at<br />
Montessi Meritage Academy, and I’d like to welcome<br />
everyone to the Tenth Annual Junior National<br />
Robotics Tournament. We are here today to honor<br />
spirited competition and outstanding achievement in<br />
the category of Elementary Robotic Engineering.<br />
Now, without further ado, let us commence!”<br />
The crowd broke into spontaneous applause<br />
and the tournament got underway. Right off, one<br />
team from Rhode Island came up all wet when their<br />
robot tried to submerge under a water hazard only<br />
to resurface in a sparking ball of melted cables.<br />
Meanwhile, another team from Iowa proved<br />
particularly tough when their project successfully<br />
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scaled a wall on the obstacle course with suction<br />
treads.<br />
But Henry, Peter, and Walsh knew the second<br />
to last team would be their greatest challenge: Team<br />
Omega. Led by Gavin McCord, Hiroshi Yondo, and<br />
Sanjit Raj (the younger brothers of the boys who had<br />
begun the robotics program at school), Team Omega<br />
had become so prominent nationally that NASA<br />
sponsored them with money and access to their<br />
aeronautics labs.<br />
All came to attention as Gavin McCord strode<br />
proudly onto the stage. Big Blue was the name of<br />
Team Omega’s prototype, a revamped version of<br />
their winning submission from the previous year.<br />
Gavin immediately received several perfect scores as<br />
Big Blue whizzed around on fat rubber tires, and at<br />
one point even took flight using a secret hidden<br />
propeller. In fact, Big Blue only faltered once when<br />
the robot sprung a hubcap rounding a speed bump.<br />
“All perfect scores except for a ninety-eight<br />
percent in durability,” Peter muttered. “That doesn’t<br />
leave much room at the top.”<br />
Henry and Walsh ground their teeth as<br />
technicians reset the course.<br />
“Would our final contestants, Team Nine,<br />
please report to the judging table – Team Nine,<br />
please,” Chancellor Chandelling’s monotone voice<br />
moaned throughout the auditorium.<br />
Peter rose from his chair apprehensively,<br />
pounded fists with Henry and Walsh, and began the<br />
long journey to the main stage. About halfway down<br />
the darkened aisle, Gavin, Hiroshi, and Sanjit<br />
intercepted Peter. The taller boys were already<br />
toasting their victory with House Sparklers from the<br />
Montessi Meritage Café (House Sparklers being<br />
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glasses of bubbling red soda with dry-ice pinwheels<br />
that spun and smoked).<br />
“Hey, if you really want to impress the judges<br />
today,” Gavin hissed at Peter in the dim light, “why<br />
not have your robot change your diapers.” Gavin<br />
then dumped his House Sparkler down the front of<br />
Peter’s academy jacket.<br />
Peter shrieked, frantically wiping gooey red<br />
liquid and smoking dry ice from his chest.<br />
“You all right, Petey?” Henry asked as he and<br />
Walsh came racing up from behind.<br />
“I’m hit. But luckily the school color’s red<br />
anyway,” Peter sighed, trying futilely to dry his jacket<br />
and pants.<br />
“What’s your problem, McCord?!” Walsh<br />
popped off angrily at Gavin.<br />
“What can I say, dude. It was an accident,”<br />
Gavin responded innocently.<br />
“Yeah, this stuff happens when fat kids see<br />
food,” Hiroshi snickered.<br />
Several teachers quickly intervened and<br />
dispatched everyone but Peter back to their seats.<br />
Now moistened and damp, Peter continued on to the<br />
main stage and offered the judges a few sticky<br />
handshakes. Once atop the brightly lit stage, the<br />
chubby boy withdrew a metallic backpack from the<br />
last glass cylinder.<br />
“Uh, thank you, esteemed judges,” Peter<br />
whimpered into the wireless microphone affixed to<br />
his cola-stained collar. “Our prototype is proud to<br />
present our team… um… I mean our team is proud<br />
to present our prototype, a Mobile Espionage Unit.<br />
We call him Bot-Bot.”<br />
Peter took out a small black remote and<br />
pushed a green button. The backpack started to<br />
hum powerfully and the back hatch split open. On<br />
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command, a little metal robot about the size of a<br />
gallon milk jug hopped eagerly to the ground. The<br />
machine looked something like a mechanized flea<br />
with oversized claws. SPOING – went its springloaded<br />
legs inside a rounded metallic body. SPOING,<br />
SPOING, SPOING! The crowd applauded Peter as he<br />
put Bot-Bot through some simple paces: front flips,<br />
back flips, and motion in all directions.<br />
Henry shook Walsh in his seat with an air of<br />
optimism. “And they haven’t seen anything yet,” he<br />
squeaked.<br />
During the obstacle course, the audience<br />
roared as Bot-Bot hopped through all the required<br />
elements, whether water, terrain, or blockades. By<br />
the end, the cheering grew so loud Chancellor<br />
Chandelling had to remind people that the judges<br />
were still tallying. Team Nine had unexpectedly<br />
become a crowd favorite. All hushed as Peter set up<br />
for the final maneuver, his confidence now soaring<br />
to the houselights. The last element was freeform,<br />
which meant the team could use their project’s<br />
special feature.<br />
“For our prototype’s special function, I’m<br />
going to need a member of the esteemed judging<br />
panel to assist me,” Peter pandered with<br />
showmanship.<br />
One tall distinguished judge stood and<br />
volunteered, smoothing his hands over his official<br />
white smock.<br />
“Sir, do you have anything in your hands?”<br />
Peter inquired.<br />
The man nodded and held up a fountain pen<br />
into the spotlight.<br />
“Would you please put that in your pocket and<br />
empty your hands,” Peter continued.<br />
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The judge did so as Henry nodded<br />
comprehensively from his seat. “Good. Good,”<br />
Henry said, biting his lip anxiously.<br />
“Ladies and gentlemen, the robot and I will<br />
now retire behind the stage and rejoin you again<br />
shortly.” Like a grand magician unveiling his<br />
greatest trick, Peter disappeared behind the long<br />
black curtain without any further explanation.<br />
Several seconds passed, and then a full<br />
minute. Coughs and snickers began to melt the<br />
anticipation. Henry knew this was the make or<br />
break moment. A whole summer’s preparation<br />
either paid off here or it all went for naught. The<br />
judge, still highlighted in the dark by a spotlight,<br />
now began shrugging with impatience. Just then,<br />
the man felt something tap the back of his knees,<br />
and before he knew it, Bot-Bot climbed right up his<br />
back. The robot perched atop his shoulder and<br />
whizzed and purred like a metal parrot.<br />
Howls and shouts of “Number Nine is number<br />
one” echoed and drummed throughout the<br />
auditorium.<br />
With yet another SPOING, Bot-Bot sprang ten<br />
feet into the air and landed back atop the stage.<br />
Peter emerged triumphantly from behind the curtain<br />
and bowed to even greater gusto. Henry and Walsh<br />
looked around in awe at this reception.<br />
“Thank you so much,” Peter paused<br />
appreciatively until it grew quiet enough for him to<br />
speak. “Our robot’s body is constructed from scrap<br />
iron we recycled from the retrofitting of Hampshire<br />
Hill’s old downtown courthouse, and if you’ll look in<br />
here,” the boy held up the interior of the backpack<br />
for everyone to see, “a digital monitor and keyboard<br />
built inside this backpack allows me to control our<br />
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prototype even at great distances. All this adds up<br />
to an earth-friendly, Mobile Espionage Unit.”<br />
Several guests wearing blue NASA blazers<br />
began nodding approvingly.<br />
“Ah, but young man,” interrupted the tall<br />
judge who had participated, deadening the<br />
enthusiasm. “Your little show was unarguably<br />
impressive and no doubt expensive – only it was<br />
fruitless. Espionage is about secrecy, whereas all<br />
your prototype did was announce itself on my<br />
shoulder.”<br />
The audience turned to see if Peter had a<br />
ready reply.<br />
“An excellent point, your Honor. Only I wasn’t<br />
finished yet.” The ten-year-old smiled knowingly.<br />
Using the remote, Peter ordered Bot-Bot to release<br />
his right claw. There for all to see was the man’s<br />
fountain pen.<br />
The scene went white with camera flashes.<br />
Peter was instantly swamped by a hoard of<br />
congratulatory handshakes and pats on the back<br />
while Henry and Walsh celebrated in their seats. The<br />
dull drone of Team Nine’s scores was inaudible over<br />
the loudspeakers due to the deafening cheers.<br />
Ultimately, the boys read a string of perfect scores<br />
as they flashed across an overhead scoreboard.<br />
Henry could see Walsh mouthing the words,<br />
“we did it, we did it,” over and over again.<br />
“Please! Please! Please!” Chancellor<br />
Chandelling silenced the crowd. “The champion of<br />
this year’s National Junior Robotics Tournament is –<br />
Team Nine!”<br />
The crowd thundered again as Chancellor<br />
Chandelling called Henry and Walsh forward to join<br />
Peter atop the main stage and awarded them a tall<br />
silver trophy. The three victors embraced, savoring<br />
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the sallow look of defeat on the faces of Team<br />
Omega.<br />
“Please! Please! Please!” the Chancellor again<br />
begged the crowd. “Now, as you all know, every<br />
year the winner here at the Junior National Level<br />
goes on to represent our proud country in the<br />
International Junior Robotics Expo. Which means<br />
that early next year these three youngsters will be<br />
competing in the host city of Hong Kong!”<br />
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DINNER, DIVORCE, AND DELAY<br />
Long shadows crept across the lavish<br />
fountains of the Walker estate. At dusk the mansion<br />
lights twinkled as the Lee family hiked up their<br />
neighbor’s driveway. A full week had passed since<br />
the boys’ triumph over Team Omega, and tonight<br />
their families were coming together to decide who<br />
would chaperone them to Hong Kong. Henry<br />
naturally assumed it would be his parents, but both<br />
had been strangely tight-lipped the moment they<br />
had learned of the trip.<br />
Mr. Lee buttoned his blazer while Mrs. Lee<br />
smoothed her fingers over Anne Mai’s long straight<br />
bangs. Henry saw this and quickly rang the Walkers’<br />
doorbell before his mother’s primping fingers could<br />
reach him.<br />
Walsh’s mother, Lolana Walker, answered the<br />
door. “Welcome to our home,” she said. The<br />
statuesque lady leaned against a ten-foot entryway,<br />
her white gown raining sequins to the floor.<br />
“Good evening. Thank you for inviting us,”<br />
Mrs. Lee offered politely as she and her family<br />
shuffled indoors.<br />
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“Don’t mention it. Our pleasure.” Lolana<br />
closed the front door and brushed back her wavy<br />
golden locks. Then, with a wink, the woman led the<br />
Lee family down a long hallway (her hips swishing<br />
back and forth like a stallion’s tail).<br />
Shortly, they arrived at a domed study lined<br />
with movie memorabilia and autographed celebrity<br />
photos. Inside sat Peter’s mother, father, and little<br />
sister (each one just as plump as the next). Mrs.<br />
Buttums scraped the caviar off a cracker for her<br />
daughter, Passy, while her husband, General<br />
Buttums, deposited the fish-eggs into a nearby<br />
ashtray. In the back of the study stood Walsh’s<br />
father, Wilt Walker, a handsome muscular man in his<br />
mid-thirties.<br />
“You know, Lester,” Wilt Walker exclaimed,<br />
directing General Buttums’ attention to a silver<br />
helmet mounted on the wall. “Being a retired<br />
military man, I think you might appreciate this item.<br />
Uh, what was it you used to do before the heart<br />
attack?”<br />
“Secretary of Defense for the United States,”<br />
General Buttums affirmed with a hint of annoyance<br />
in his deep commanding voice.<br />
“Right. Well, this is the actual helmet worn by<br />
George C. Scott in the film, Patton.” Walsh’s father<br />
guaranteed.<br />
“I’m sure that’s a fine likeness of the original,”<br />
General Buttums replied chewing on a mouthful of<br />
cheese.<br />
“This is the original – signed by the actor<br />
himself,” assured Mr. Walker.<br />
“I meant to the original George S. Patton,”<br />
Peter’s father corrected, rolling his eyes.<br />
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“Sure. I knew that.” Walsh’s father cleared his<br />
throat. “I love war pictures. You know, Lolana and I<br />
met while making a war picture.”<br />
“Dear,” Lolana Walker interjected. “Our other<br />
guests have arrived.”<br />
“Lee! How the heck are you?” General<br />
Buttums sprang up upon catching sight of Henry’s<br />
father (thankful to be free of Mr. Walker for a<br />
minute).<br />
“Good to see you again, General.” Mr. Lee<br />
greeted the peachy bald chap.<br />
“Henry!” Walsh’s high-pitched voice shrieked<br />
as he skipped into the room. “Come on, Petey and I<br />
are in my room getting Bot-Bot ready for a<br />
demonstration.”<br />
“You boys can do that later. Now that we’re<br />
all here, I say we get this band marching,” General<br />
Buttums ordered.<br />
Within the hour, the three families were all<br />
dining together at a huge circular table, which Wilt<br />
Walker boasted was the actual table from the movie,<br />
King Arthur. Caterers had been hired to serve a<br />
sublime five-course dinner. Walsh, Peter, and Henry<br />
particularly enjoyed the squishy texture of the<br />
escargot, loving them all the more when squeezing<br />
them made little Passy turn green.<br />
“Mom!” Passy complained loudly.<br />
“Pickle, why don’t you, Henry, and Walsh go<br />
upstairs and get your robot,” Mrs. Buttums urged<br />
Peter. As soon as the three had scuttled out of the<br />
room, Mrs. Buttums quickly turned to address Mr.<br />
and Mrs. Lee. “I hope you don’t mind, but we were<br />
all talking before you arrived. We can’t think of<br />
anyone better suited to tour the children around<br />
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Hong Kong other than y’all, seeing as it is your<br />
former homeland.”<br />
“It’s true, Lee,” General Buttums agreed. “If<br />
my boy gets arrested by communists I’d feel a lot<br />
better knowing he was with someone who speaks<br />
the language.”<br />
“Uh, I appreciate your confidence,” Mr. Lee<br />
responded, shifting awkwardly in his chair. “But I<br />
must decline. My wife and I cannot attend.”<br />
A grumble of disappointment swept around<br />
the table.<br />
“Come on Lee, who better than you? I sure as<br />
heck can’t do it,” Peter’s father appealed. “The<br />
President wants me in a seventy-two hour security<br />
council meeting the same week as the tournament.”<br />
“I’m sorry,” Mr. Lee asserted again.<br />
“I’ll do it,” Walsh’s father offered with a sly<br />
smile.<br />
“No.” Lolana glared at her husband. “What<br />
about you, Mrs. Buttums?”<br />
“Oh, I’m afraid Mother Buttums has been<br />
indulging the sweets too much again,” Mrs. Buttums<br />
confessed of herself. “I’m scheduled for a<br />
cardiogram during that week.”<br />
“Seriously, I’ll do it,” Wilt Walker insisted<br />
again. “It’ll be awesome! The boys and I will really<br />
get a chance to bond.”<br />
“Sweetheart, I’m really sure you can’t do it,”<br />
Lolana Walker’s tone was lowering with each word<br />
she spoke. “You’re shooting promos that week.<br />
Remember?”<br />
“Promos. Ha-ha! I’ll get our agent to<br />
reschedule,” the man chuckled and the room began<br />
to tingle.<br />
“FINE!” his wife said, banging her dessert fork<br />
down. “I’d love to join you then.”<br />
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“No, no. This is guy time, Honey.”<br />
“GUY TIME!” Walsh’s mother stood up<br />
clenching a doily in her fist. “I’M NOT GOING TO LET<br />
YOU TAKE OUR SON ON ANOTHER TRIP WITH ONE<br />
OF YOUR FLOOZIES!” Lolana suddenly lost control<br />
and fired a champagne glass passed her husband.<br />
The glass whizzed into the next room and shattered<br />
against the prop helmet from Patton.<br />
Walsh’s blonde head then poked out. “Mom?<br />
Dad? Is everyone ready for Bot-Bot’s<br />
demonstration?”<br />
An uncomfortable groan gurgled around the<br />
room.<br />
The next few weeks brought the winds of<br />
change to Hampshire Hills, cold blustery winds that<br />
blew out the last of September. Walsh had not been<br />
seen since the ill-fated dinner, causing Henry great<br />
worry. Wilt Walker had moved out of the estate and<br />
Lolana no longer attended the Montessi Meritage<br />
PTA meetings. Henry knew missing so much school<br />
was not only a bad omen for Walsh, but also for the<br />
trip to Hong Kong.<br />
Then one rainy afternoon the dreaded word<br />
came. Mr. Lee answered the phone as Henry sat<br />
watching the Walker’s front lawn across the street.<br />
The man set down the receiver with a doubtful look<br />
in his eyes.<br />
“Henry, that was Mrs. Walker. Walsh can’t go.<br />
I’m afraid the trip to Hong Kong will have to be<br />
cancelled.” The father patted his son’s shoulder<br />
reassuringly, but the boy looked as inconsolable as<br />
the marigolds drowning outside in the storm.<br />
More weeks of dreary weather went by. One<br />
Saturday, as Mr. Lee went past Henry’s bedroom, he<br />
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thought he heard the sound of muffled murmuring.<br />
He quietly peeked his head inside and saw Henry<br />
knotted around a set of bed sheets. The man went<br />
in and sat down quietly next to a limp ball of limbs.<br />
“Henry? It’s your Papa,” Mr. Lee whispered.<br />
After a minute of silence, he picked through the<br />
covers to find his boy’s face. “Son, won’t you tell me<br />
what’s bothering you?”<br />
“Will you and Mama ever break up like Walsh’s<br />
parents?” Henry asked, peeking out of the covers.<br />
“And if you do, will Mai Mai still take care of me?”<br />
Mr. Lee cradled his son’s head and rocked him<br />
for a few lasting moments. “Henry, your family will<br />
always be together. We won’t lose anyone. I<br />
promise. Not your mother, not me, not you or Mai<br />
Mai.”<br />
In spite of his father’s faith, Henry still looked<br />
heartbroken. “Papa,” the youngster sighed. “The<br />
whole reason I entered the tournament was to win<br />
that trip to Hong Kong – so I could surprise you and<br />
Mama. Why won’t you and Mama go with us?”<br />
Mr. Lee looked down at the bundle of boy in<br />
his arms. He reflected deeply on what his father had<br />
taught him while growing up in Hong Kong. Never<br />
live in the shadow of fear, but in the sunlight of<br />
courage. Henry’s father then stroked his proud chin<br />
and arrived at a decision.<br />
“Henry, I want you to call the Buttums’ estate<br />
and see if they’d still be willing to send Peter. Your<br />
mother and I will go.”<br />
Sparkles of amazement lit up in Henry’s eyes.<br />
He ran into the den and flipped open his cell phone.<br />
Within five minutes, Peter was leaping for joy at the<br />
Buttums’ stately manor, his parents gladly agreeing<br />
to let him go. Anticipation began to throb in<br />
Henry’s heart as he ran and told his father.<br />
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“Good. One down, one to go.” Mr. Lee<br />
grinned.<br />
Ten minutes later, Henry and his father were<br />
hiking across the Walkers’ acreage. The estate<br />
looked noticeably different since the Lees last<br />
visited. Crabgrass overran all the lawns and large<br />
squawking crows were living in every fountain.<br />
When Mr. Lee rang the doorbell he also noticed the<br />
front steps were dirty and unswept. After several<br />
minutes, Lolana Walker answered in a frumpy<br />
sweatshirt, looking nearly fifteen pounds heavier<br />
and rubbing her eyes.<br />
“Oh, hello,” she said, making no effort to let<br />
either Mr. Lee or Henry inside.<br />
“Mrs. Walker,” Mr. Lee smiled, “I’m here to ask<br />
if Walsh can go with us to the competition in Hong<br />
Kong.”<br />
“I see,” the woman answered, slipping a few<br />
Bon-Bons into her mouth as she stared off into the<br />
woods. “Well, as you know, this has been a really<br />
hard time for us.”<br />
“Yes, I understand,” Henry’s father assured.<br />
“But I think this will raise your son’s spirits. At least<br />
he’ll be focusing on something else for a while.”<br />
Lolana looked down at Henry and agreed.<br />
“Yeah. Maybe you’re right. Anyway, that’s Walsh’s<br />
week to go stay with his father,” she scoffed<br />
vengefully and stuffed a few more Bon-Bons into her<br />
mouth.<br />
Though Henry was not allowed to see Walsh<br />
that afternoon, the boy just knew his friend’s heart<br />
would soon be soaring like a jet.<br />
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HONG KONG<br />
At long last the departure day came. Peter<br />
arrived at the Lees’ estate in his father’s Hummer<br />
hauling a train of camouflage suitcases and a<br />
bandolier of cheesy fish crackers. Walsh and his<br />
mother showed up shortly thereafter, fashionably<br />
late as always. The three families ate a light<br />
breakfast, checked itineraries, and began their<br />
goodbyes.<br />
Within minutes everyone stood hugging and<br />
wishing one another a safe trip. The General<br />
scrubbed his son’s crew cut and told him not to<br />
mind any “red propaganda.” Walsh’s mother<br />
lavished her son’s cheeks in lime-green lipstick, and<br />
Lu Lu tearfully waved a hanky. A hired chauffeur<br />
then stowed all the luggage into the back of a long<br />
white limousine, and with a tip of his cap, seated<br />
Anne Mai, Peter, Walsh, Henry, and Mr. and Mrs. Lee.<br />
The limo made a loop around the driveway<br />
and started off down the road, its red taillights<br />
disappearing into the green forest.<br />
An hour or so later, the limousine turned onto<br />
a private airfield near San Francisco and was<br />
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immediately greeted by armed security officers.<br />
From here, the passengers were escorted to a huge<br />
metal hangar where a sleek white jet with a blue<br />
stripe awaited. A Chinese crew of two pilots and two<br />
stewardesses shook hands with Mr. Lee as he<br />
approached.<br />
“Whoa, Henry, you never told me you guys had<br />
a jet,” Peter marveled as he read the lettering across<br />
the fuselage – Lee Industries Intl.<br />
“Petey, I’ve never even been on it before,”<br />
Henry assured.<br />
Within minutes everybody was aboard the<br />
aircraft, buckled in safely, and listening to the soft<br />
purr of two powerful engines. The captain began<br />
speaking over the intercom as the plane rolled out<br />
of the hangar and into the daylight.<br />
“Is he talking Chinese?” Peter giggled.<br />
“Cantonese, we call it,” Mr. Lee corrected the<br />
boy. “Canton is a region in China. Most<br />
mainlanders speak Mandarin, but in Hong Kong we<br />
speak Cantonese.”<br />
“I better learn on the flight over then,” Peter<br />
said with an apologetic face.<br />
“It’s all right, young man.” Henry’s father<br />
smiled. “You’ll find many islanders speak a spot of<br />
English, too.”<br />
Suddenly, everyone was pinned against their<br />
chairs as the jet thrust across the runway. The boys<br />
felt their stomachs hanging as they soared into the<br />
sky and banked west over the Pacific.<br />
At about forty-five thousand feet the captain<br />
signaled a green light, meaning the passengers<br />
could get up, but by that time the three boys were<br />
already dozing on each other’s shoulders. Mr. Lee<br />
quietly awoke Henry and directed him to join his<br />
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mother and Anne Mai near the rear window seats to<br />
play a family game of Mah Jong.<br />
“The boys must have been packing late into<br />
the night, too, Henry.” Mr. Lee winked at his groggy<br />
son. “I’ll let you get back to sleep soon, but your<br />
mother and I think we ought to have a bit of a family<br />
chat.”<br />
Mrs. Lee nodded as the Lee family all sat down<br />
together around a set of jade game tiles. “First, let<br />
me say I think this trip comes at a perfect time of<br />
the year,” she said drawing some of the tiles. “I<br />
can’t wait for you children to experience an<br />
authentic Chinese New Year.”<br />
Henry perked up happily. “Are you and Papa<br />
excited? Me and Mai Mai can’t wait to finally see<br />
Hong Kong.”<br />
Mrs. Lee set her tiles back down and eyeballed<br />
her husband apprehensively.<br />
“Henry, there’s a reason why your mother and<br />
I have never taken you and Mai Mai to Hong Kong,”<br />
Mr. Lee admitted with a labored breath. He then<br />
faltered into silence.<br />
“I think it’s time we told you both some things<br />
we’ve never mentioned before,” Mrs. Lee spoke<br />
softly, holding Mr. Lee’s hand. “It’s important for<br />
you to understand that our homeland is not the<br />
same as it was when your father and I were young.<br />
That’s why we declined to chaperone you and your<br />
friends at first, Henry.”<br />
“That’s right,” Mr. Lee continued. “When your<br />
mother and I left, the island still belonged to<br />
England. But then it was given back to the Chinese<br />
government. My family, well, that is to say, your<br />
family is still very well known back home.”<br />
“In Hong Kong your father was called a<br />
Taipan,” their mother again took a turn to explain,<br />
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“which to the Chinese means you are the head of a<br />
very powerful family.”<br />
“You mean you’re a celebrity, Papa? Like<br />
Walsh’s mom and dad?” Henry anxiously inquired.<br />
Mr. Lee squirmed uncomfortably with this<br />
comparison. “Uh, it means our whole family name is<br />
a celebrity,” he explained. “But our family weren’t<br />
entertainers, Henry. The Lees controlled the seas in<br />
Hong Kong. Shipping.”<br />
“Mama? Papa? Is it safe for you to go home?”<br />
Anne Mai wondered aloud. This question seemed to<br />
burrow straight into her parents like an arrow.<br />
“I’m sure it’s quite safe, Mai Mai,” her mother<br />
clarified. “But this is where things start to become<br />
hard to explain.” She looked to her husband, his<br />
fingers buried in her hand.<br />
“When my father died,” Mr. Lee began again,<br />
“he named me the Taipan of my family. During<br />
those years business in Hong Kong was doing very<br />
well. Not just for the Lees, mind you, but also for<br />
the other four Taipans and their families. But there<br />
was a worry. We knew the day was coming when<br />
China would again take charge of our island.”<br />
“Communism in mainland China was very<br />
different from the life we had grown up knowing<br />
under British control,” Mrs. Lee felt compelled to<br />
explain.<br />
“Exactly.” Mr. Lee nodded. “There was a<br />
growing concern that businesses would be seized by<br />
the new regime, so a meeting of the five Taipans<br />
was called. At this meeting in Kowloon, the other<br />
four families and I decided to move our businesses<br />
overseas and leave Hong Kong.” This last detail<br />
seemed to sting Mr. Lee’s lips.<br />
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His wife squeezed his fingers encouragingly.<br />
“This decision made many people very angry,” she<br />
confessed sadly.<br />
Henry and Anne Mai were unsure whether or<br />
not to worry. The reason their parents gave for<br />
moving made sense. But if it was all strictly about<br />
business, why tell them? Mr. Lee had rarely, if ever,<br />
discussed work in the past.<br />
“Are people still mad at you, Papa?” Henry<br />
asked worriedly. “Nothing bad is going to happen in<br />
Hong Kong, right?”<br />
“No. Of course not, son.” Mr. Lee tried to<br />
laugh confidently. “That was all such a long time<br />
ago. Your mother and I only tell you this just in<br />
case, well, just in case. Now, I want you both to get<br />
some sleep before we land. And don’t worry. I’m<br />
sure this vacation is going to be grand.”<br />
After the game, Mr. and Mrs. Lee kissed their<br />
children good night and closed their eyes. Henry,<br />
too, rolled over and went to sleep. Anne Mai,<br />
however, sat in puzzled contemplation. The teen<br />
could not help feeling there was something missing<br />
from her parent’s story. A detail her mother and<br />
father were omitting about their past.<br />
Some fourteen hours later, the jet was still<br />
chasing the sun, refusing to let it set before they<br />
landed. Anne Mai awoke and saw her father gazing<br />
out a window at the ocean. Mr. Lee didn’t notice his<br />
daughter until she snuck over and plopped into his<br />
lap.<br />
“Mai Mai,” he smiled at her. “We’re almost<br />
there now. I haven’t seen the South China Sea in so<br />
many years.”<br />
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Anne Mai peered into the beyond with him.<br />
The sunlight spread a royal orange carpet across the<br />
waters as though welcoming them to the east.<br />
“Look! We’re here!” Mr. Lee pointed eagerly.<br />
Anne Mai turned and saw the stunning<br />
metropolis of Hong Kong on the horizon. It looked<br />
like castles of light growing out of the water. Ocean<br />
waves foamed along the island’s edge, teeming with<br />
sampans (which are small island boats).<br />
The Lees’ jet sank into the cityscape and<br />
landed smoothly at a private hangar in Hong Kong’s<br />
international airport. Everyone awoke yawning and<br />
stretching. A few minutes later, the pilots released a<br />
stairway from the aircraft’s belly.<br />
Once on the tarmac, the tourists met with<br />
customs officials and began picking up their<br />
luggage. However, when the customs officials saw<br />
Mr. Lee they ran up and bowed three times each.<br />
Mr. Lee quickly dismissed them in Cantonese.<br />
“Papa, do these men know you?” Anne Mai<br />
wanted to know.<br />
“No. They must have me confused with<br />
somebody else,” Mr. Lee answered curtly.<br />
“But, Papa…”<br />
“Mai Mai! Look over there!” Mr. Lee quickly<br />
redirected his daughter’s attention to a sharp oblong<br />
skyscraper. “That building is I.M. Pei’s Bank of<br />
China. Isn’t it magnificent?”<br />
“What? Oh. That’s beautiful, Papa,” Anne Mai<br />
agreed.<br />
“Henry, come over here and see this.” Mr. Lee<br />
tried to corral his son.<br />
But Henry was off to one side with Walsh and<br />
Peter. Together, the three boys stood ogling<br />
something else along the city skyline.<br />
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“Papa? What’s that building?” Henry asked,<br />
pointing curiously.<br />
Mr. Lee came alongside his son and beheld<br />
the jagged horns of some giant, glassy beast<br />
looming in the distance. Within seconds it was clear<br />
that the horns were actually the triple towers of one<br />
enormous superstructure, taller than anything else<br />
on the island.<br />
“I don’t know, Henry.” Mr. Lee admitted with a<br />
awestruck expression. “I’ve never seen that building<br />
before. Come on. Let’s get moving.”<br />
In due course, the Lee family, Walsh and Peter<br />
found themselves motoring along inside a tightly<br />
packed taxicab. As per Mr. Lee’s request, the cab<br />
driver was taking them to 1 Queen’s Hill Road. Anne<br />
Mai could only speculate as to the destination, but<br />
noticed her mother appeared uneasy about this<br />
address.<br />
The cab driver turned up a road that led inside<br />
a ring of tropical hedges. At the top lurked an<br />
ancient Chinese palace, its grounds strewn with<br />
fearsome looking icons and pointy rooftops. Once<br />
everyone had piled out of the taxi with their<br />
luggage, Mr. Lee asked the cabbie to help him open<br />
the estate’s front gate. But the man appeared<br />
terrified of the old place, and without warning,<br />
jumped back into the taxi and peeled away.<br />
“That’s very odd,” a perplexed Mr. Lee<br />
commented. “He didn’t even wait for his fare.”<br />
Mr. Lee strained to prop the big wooden gate<br />
as his party lugged inside with their suitcases. A<br />
faint light illuminated a dark winding path of<br />
snapdragon stalks. The light grew brighter and<br />
brighter until the path ended in a wide portico. Mr.<br />
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Lee rattled loudly on an iron knocker in the middle<br />
of a broad door.<br />
The children heard the thudding of heavy<br />
footsteps approaching from within. A mad clatter of<br />
unlocking hinges followed next. Finally, the door<br />
whooshed open to reveal a gigantic Chinese man<br />
who filled the doorway like a gorilla in a cage. Peter<br />
and Walsh gasped and took two steps backwards,<br />
but Mr. Lee did not appear the least bit intimidated.<br />
“Hello there, Talo,” he boldly addressed the<br />
huge man. “Is my brother at home this evening?”<br />
The mountain of muscles held in the<br />
doorframe, refusing to budge. But eventually the<br />
doorkeeper lumbered aside and permitted the party<br />
to pass under his stern gaze. When all were inside,<br />
Talo relocked the door’s numerous deadbolts and<br />
plodded away.<br />
Anne Mai swiftly surveyed the palace. Corner<br />
to corner, everything looked hand-carved, from<br />
devilish pottery to beastly statuettes. Each piece<br />
appeared quite lifelike, seeming to dance in a<br />
flickering orange glow that haunted every crevice.<br />
“Mama? Is this where Papa grew up?” Anne<br />
Mai whispered in her mother’s ear.<br />
“Yes, Mai Mai,” Mrs. Lee replied. “Generations<br />
of Lees have grown up in this ancestral palace. But<br />
your uncle lives here now.”<br />
Talo returned a minute later escorting a<br />
beautiful Chinese woman wearing a long silken robe.<br />
Her face was painted white and her hair was tied up<br />
in a bun with chopsticks. She bent herself in a<br />
traditional bow, her visage unchanging as a portrait.<br />
Mr. Lee bowed in return. “Hello. We haven’t<br />
met,” he greeted. “I’m Ming Xa, brother to Shang<br />
Sin.” When he got no response, the man tried his<br />
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salutations in Cantonese, but this was also met with<br />
silence.<br />
A pristine smile then formed across the<br />
woman’s lips and she gestured for the guests to sit<br />
upon a curvy sofa. When they obliged, the lady<br />
glided away like a spirit and returned a moment later<br />
with a tea set.<br />
“Your brother must not be at home.” Mrs. Lee<br />
nudged her husband with amusement. “This is<br />
clearly the tea service.”<br />
All at once, a hard tapping echoed up the<br />
hallway. Out of the shadows came a man walking<br />
with a dragon-handled cane, his face an exact replica<br />
of Mr. Lee.<br />
“Henry. Anne Mai. This is your Uncle Shang<br />
Sin. He’s my younger twin brother,” Mr. Lee<br />
introduced the man. “He’s always been the<br />
handsome one.”<br />
Humor failed to puncture the silence. Mr.<br />
Lee’s brother did not say a word nor did he smile.<br />
Walsh and Peter were beginning to wonder if anyone<br />
here ever spoke, both feeling this reunion seemed to<br />
be going strangely.<br />
“Daihdai,” Mr. Lee offered warmly (meaning<br />
younger brother in Cantonese).<br />
“Mm,” Uncle Shang Sin grumbled at last. “It’s<br />
been a long time Ming Xa. I see you’ve already met<br />
my wife.”<br />
The lady holding the teakettle bowed<br />
demurely once again.<br />
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ALL THAT AND DIM SUM<br />
The next morning Anne Mai awoke with a stiff<br />
back in a strange bed. She rubbed her temples to<br />
recall where she lay. Then it all came rushing back<br />
to her. Hong Kong. This was her uncle’s palace.<br />
After some quick sprucing, Anne Mai walked down<br />
the long corridor that led to the front of the estate.<br />
Even in the daytime the house still clung to an<br />
orange glow, refusing to be cheered by the sunlight<br />
outdoors.<br />
As she rounded the last corner, Anne Mai<br />
discovered her family, Walsh, and Peter already<br />
seated around a traditional Chinese breakfast table.<br />
At the head of the table sat Uncle Shang Sin and his<br />
wife, while Talo stood guard nearby. Anne Mai<br />
quickly found a seat next to her mother, who raised<br />
a disapproving eyebrow at being late.<br />
Once Anne Mai settled in, the breakfast<br />
banquet began. A handful of menservants lifted the<br />
lids off of some steaming dishes of congee and<br />
sticky buns. While the meal was hot, the mood was<br />
icy cold. No one dared make a sound. The children<br />
tried to muffle their chewing while the adults only<br />
glanced up to read each other’s thoughts.<br />
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Only Peter was able to eat normally, though<br />
he, too, became self-conscious when he fumbled his<br />
chopsticks and dropped egg on Talo’s shoes. The<br />
huge suit started to growl as he wiped food off his<br />
spats.<br />
Mr. Lee smartly intervened. “Did you know,<br />
Peter, Talo was found as a baby on the palace<br />
doorsteps,” he said. “He’s been protecting the<br />
family ever since he was Anne Mai’s age.”<br />
Peter grinned sheepishly at the bodyguard,<br />
mashed egg stuck to his braces.<br />
Uncle Shang Sin turned his eyes to Anne Mai.<br />
“You,” he said gruffly. “You I know are my niece,<br />
every bit as beautiful as your mother when she was<br />
young.”<br />
Anne Mai did not know whether to be flattered<br />
or scared. She nodded modestly. “Thank you, asuk,”<br />
(meaning younger brother of your father).<br />
Uncle Shang Sin now turned to Henry. “And<br />
you suit the mold of a Lee, maybe only a little<br />
undersized.”<br />
Henry dropped his head with embarrassment.<br />
“Thank you, a-suk,” he murmured.<br />
“But you two,” the man said peering at Walsh<br />
and Peter. “You’re not Chinese are you?”<br />
“Uh, they’re my son’s schoolmates, Peter and<br />
Walsh,” Henry’s father swiftly explained. “We’re all<br />
here because the boys are in a science fair. I was<br />
hoping to enjoy your hospitality for about a week.”<br />
His brother listened with half an ear as he<br />
strung up noodles on his chopsticks. “Science fair?<br />
You sure do pick a rare time to come back gohgo,”<br />
(meaning older brother). Uncle Shang Sin frowned.<br />
“If I’d at least known you were coming I would have<br />
made arrangements. But as it is I couldn’t be<br />
busier.”<br />
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“If it’s any imposition my family and I will stay<br />
at a hotel,” Mr. Lee guaranteed boldly. “We passed a<br />
brand new strip of hotels last night in the taxi. The<br />
Emperor Hotel looked quite nice.”<br />
His twin brother laughed out loud. “There’d<br />
be no difference between you staying there or here,”<br />
he argued, “it’d still be on my hospitality because I<br />
own that hotel.”<br />
Henry saw his father’s eyes fill with confusion.<br />
“Own it?” Mr. Lee marveled.<br />
“That’s right,” Uncle Shang Sin snapped hotly.<br />
“Was I supposed to earn my living fishing off the end<br />
of a pier once all you Taipans fled?”<br />
“That’s not what I meant,” Mr. Lee fired back.<br />
Anne Mai became worried. The two brothers<br />
were fixed in each other’s eyes and gripping their<br />
chopsticks like daggers. Then her uncle slumped<br />
back and smiled for the first time since they’d met<br />
him.<br />
“That was foolish of me,” he said slowly. “I<br />
had no cause to get angry again. That was all many<br />
years ago.” Uncle Shang Sin loosened his collar with<br />
his fingers. “Of course, I want you and your family<br />
to stay here. Forgive me.” He extended a hand over<br />
the table.<br />
“Nothing to forgive, daihdai,” Mr. Lee offered<br />
back, accepting the man’s hand in truce.<br />
The table exhaled a sigh of relief and the<br />
breakfast began again. This time there was chatter<br />
and laughter to spare as the two families delighted<br />
each other with many stories and memories. Anne<br />
Mai sensed a great yoke had been lifted off her<br />
father and uncle; one they both had been carrying<br />
for quite a while. Even with the hostilities abated,<br />
she still felt a thick rivalry lingering.<br />
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“Say, Ming Xa,” Uncle Shang Sin began anew.<br />
“You think the Emperor is impressive? That hotel is<br />
nothing compared to my newest project. It will be<br />
my life’s crowning achievement. The Wu Wei<br />
Towers.”<br />
Mr. Lee dropped his chopsticks into his bowl.<br />
“Not those three towers?” he gasped.<br />
“Hard to miss, eh? Eighty-eight stories<br />
apiece,” Uncle Shang Sin said, filing his fingertips on<br />
his thumb. “I’d like you to come down to my office<br />
when you get a chance. I’ll give you the personal<br />
tour.”<br />
“I’ll do that,” Mr. Lee promised soberly.<br />
“Well, I have to go get ready for work.” Uncle<br />
Shang Sin rose, glancing at his wristwatch. “So what<br />
do you have planned for today?”<br />
“I thought I’d show the children around the<br />
city a bit,” Mr. Lee replied as he stood, too.<br />
“Excellent. Please don’t wait up for me<br />
tonight. I have a lot to do,” his brother replied, and<br />
the twins shook a robust handshake.<br />
Within the hour, Mr. Lee had hired a shiny<br />
Rolls Royce with a matching Chinese chauffeur. Like<br />
the taxi driver the night before, the man would not<br />
meet them at the gates of the palace, only at the<br />
bottom of the hill. So the tourists began excitedly<br />
hiking down 1 Queen’s Hill Road.<br />
The city opened before their eyes, revealing a<br />
bustling concourse of bicycles and bodies, signs and<br />
banners, and a glorious ocean that sparkled in<br />
glassy waves. Their driver for the afternoon bowed,<br />
seated Mr. and Mrs. Lee inside the vehicle, and next,<br />
the children. In no time, the freshly polished Rolls<br />
Royce pulled away from the curb and sped headlong<br />
into the day.<br />
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The tourists first arrived at the pinnacle of<br />
Victoria Peak. Anne Mai and Henry were spellbound<br />
by the panorama of emerald cliffs, sapphire waters,<br />
and rainbow sky-risers that spread beneath their<br />
feet. Walsh and Peter snapped photos as fast as<br />
their little fingers would allow. Soon Henry’s parents<br />
caught up to the children and began telling them<br />
about the rich history of the area.<br />
“This was once a storm shelter,” Mr. Lee<br />
explained, waving his fingers around like a wand.<br />
“Now it’s used to celebrate the city’s major festivals,<br />
including flowers in the summer, and especially the<br />
upcoming Chinese New Year.”<br />
“Oh yes,” Mrs. Lee agreed holding her<br />
husband’s hand reminiscently. “See. Look there,”<br />
she said pointing at a caravan of people, tents, and<br />
banners across the way. Hundreds of firework<br />
stanchions were being raised, colorful dancers<br />
practiced drills, and countless costume dragons lay<br />
deflated on the grass. “I promise the Chinese New<br />
Year in Hong Kong is an event none of you will ever<br />
forget,” Mrs. Lee boldly promised.<br />
“Yes. I’m sure it will be,” Mr. Lee agreed,<br />
examining his brother’s three peaks looming in the<br />
distance.<br />
At noon, the Lees and their two young<br />
traveling companions visited some of Hong Kong’s<br />
more posh shopping venues. However, Henry,<br />
Walsh, and Peter did not find trolling for clothes and<br />
tourist treasure nearly as entertaining as Anne Mai<br />
and her mother. In fact, it was all rather boring to<br />
them until they stumbled upon King Chow, a<br />
children’s tailor that specialized in garish Chinese<br />
fashions. The three boys hustled inside.<br />
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Of all the exotic styles and fabrics available<br />
three traditional Kung Fu suits caught their eye. The<br />
pattern included a waist-length coat that buttoned<br />
up to the collar, and matching pants that halted at<br />
mid calf. But it was the colors more than anything<br />
else that captivated the young Americans – neon<br />
yellow, red, and blue. The boys stripped the<br />
mannequins of their garments and scurried off to<br />
find dressing rooms. Minutes later, they reunited to<br />
admire themselves in a freestanding mirror.<br />
“Oh, you boys so handsome,” said an elderly<br />
woman wearing a tape measure around her neck.<br />
“You want me to find Chinese caps and shoes to<br />
match?” she offered kindly.<br />
“We want everything,” replied Walsh as he<br />
handed over his Junior Master Charge credit card.<br />
“Sorry. Cash only, please.” The lady declined<br />
with a shake of her wrist.<br />
Walsh dug into his pockets and pulled out a<br />
wad of American fifties. A short wait ensued while<br />
the attendant went searching into the backroom.<br />
Before too long the smiling old woman returned with<br />
three bags and a receipt.<br />
“Here you are young men.” Her face wrinkled<br />
into a smile of a thousand lines.<br />
“No change?” Walsh raised an eyebrow<br />
skeptically.<br />
The saleslady shrugged and smirked.<br />
“Come on, they’re waiting for us.” Henry<br />
interrupted, pointing at his parents and sister who<br />
were resting at a nearby park bench, their hands<br />
brimming with shopping bags.<br />
The boys raced over and showed off their new<br />
outfits. Mr. Lee immediately reacted as though he<br />
had eaten a bad pork bun. Mrs. Lee and Anne Mai<br />
chuckled.<br />
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“How do we look, Mama? Walshy bought us all<br />
of it – the clothes, the sandals, and even the hats,”<br />
Henry yipped excitedly.<br />
“Oh yes. You’re all very becoming.” His<br />
mother elbowed his sister good-naturedly.<br />
Anne Mai laughed and kissed each of the boys<br />
playfully on the cheek, causing them to vigorously<br />
wipe their faces. “Papa, can we go to Ocean Park<br />
next?” the teenager begged.<br />
“Not today, Mai Mai. It’ll be late afternoon<br />
before we know it,” Mr. Lee reminded, checking his<br />
wristwatch. “I’ve an idea, though. Why don’t we go<br />
under the tunnel to Aberdeen for a late lunch and<br />
tea?”<br />
By four o’clock, their driver had delivered<br />
them at the Hong Kong Harbor. As soon as the<br />
children exited the vehicle, they whiffed the scent of<br />
raw fish. Peter and Walsh saw scores of sampans<br />
moored along the water’s edge, and several<br />
boatpeople howling out cruise prices. Shortly, the<br />
party was sailing across the South China Sea, bound<br />
for the Jumbo Floating Restaurant.<br />
Mrs. Lee, Henry, Walsh, and Peter stayed with<br />
the elderly lady navigating the boat, while Anne Mai<br />
sat with Mr. Lee at the bow. Together, father and<br />
daughter gazed back at the shoreline. Even from<br />
Aberdeen, the heads of the Wu Wei Towers could<br />
still be seen. It seemed no matter where they went<br />
in Hong Kong those three points were always<br />
watching.<br />
“Papa, how did you and Mama meet?” Anne<br />
Mai asked out of the blue.<br />
Mr. Lee mused thoughtfully for a minute.<br />
“When she was your age, your mother was the most<br />
beautiful girl in China. Every boy that looked upon<br />
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her smile wanted to marry her. And I was no<br />
different. She was discovered singing at a local<br />
Moon-Cake Festival one summer. By year’s end, she<br />
was the most recognizable figure model in Hong<br />
Kong.”<br />
“I’ll bet you swept her off her feet with a really<br />
fancy necklace,” Anne Mai giggled.<br />
“Not at all,” Mr. Lee shook his head. “I was<br />
just smarter than the rest. I went to your<br />
grandmother and asked her to dance. By the next<br />
song she had introduced me to her daughter – your<br />
mother.”<br />
The ferry-lady then announced they were<br />
about to dock with the restaurant. To Anne Mai, the<br />
place looked like a huge cork bobbing up and down<br />
in the ocean. The sampan tied off and the<br />
passengers jumped onto the deck.<br />
“Ah. Look. It’s the South China Morning<br />
Post,” Mr. Lee declared, pointing at a newspaper<br />
vendor. He plunked down some change and bought<br />
a copy just as a waiter arrived to seat them.<br />
Before long, the Lees, Walsh, and Peter were<br />
all feasting around a table full of fresh fish and dim<br />
sum. Peter and Walsh favored the dim sum, both<br />
devouring enough steamed dumplings with red bean<br />
curd and sesame seed balls to put the kitchen into a<br />
mild panic.<br />
During dessert, Mr. Lee took out the<br />
newspaper that was folded neatly on his lap and<br />
began to read. As Henry slurped up a bowl of<br />
mango pudding, he looked up and read the headline<br />
across the top of his father’s paper.<br />
“Papa? What does that heading mean? ‘More<br />
Shipping Casualties – Demon Prepares to Devour<br />
Hong Kong Harbor at New Year’s Celebration,’” his<br />
son asked curiously.<br />
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Walsh and Peter looked up with rounded eyes.<br />
Mr. Lee scowled. “It’s just journalism,” he<br />
assured. “It’s their job to sell newspapers with<br />
headlines like that.”<br />
Henry examined the captions. “But it says,<br />
‘The Monster’s Lair is Almost Complete,’ and isn’t<br />
that a picture of uncle’s new building?”<br />
Mr. Lee folded the paper in half so his son<br />
could no longer continue reading. Anne Mai shook<br />
her head at her little brother, encouraging him not<br />
to pursue the matter any further.<br />
“COOL! MONSTERS!” Walsh exclaimed as many<br />
patrons began to stare. “ISN’T THIS WHERE<br />
GODZILLA WAS BORN?”<br />
“Try Japan, genius.” Peter giggled<br />
sarcastically.<br />
“JUST EAT YOUR PUDDING, BUTTUMS!” Walsh<br />
snapped back.<br />
By now even the head chef began peeping out<br />
of the kitchen.<br />
“Enough.” Mr. Lee pounded the table sternly.<br />
The boys froze straight-backed. Walsh and Peter<br />
quivered and tried to hide their faces from his<br />
penetrating gaze. Mrs. Lee patted her husband’s<br />
hand to cool him down.<br />
“Sorry, Papa,” Henry murmured guiltily.<br />
“Sorry, Mr. Lee,” his two friends chorused<br />
together.<br />
“Listen carefully,” Mr. Lee explained. “There’re<br />
no monsters – no real ones anyway. The monster<br />
the newspaper’s talking about is just a person the<br />
writer’s angry about. It’s a metaphor. That’s all.”<br />
“Oh, but there are real monsters, children,” a<br />
voice suddenly swept over Mr. Lee’s shoulder. “Only<br />
they’ve traded in their claws and fangs for straightpin<br />
ties and fountain pens.” The voice belonged to a<br />
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bony old man in a shabby brown suit. Next to him<br />
stood a well-groomed muscular young man in a<br />
pressed shirt and tie. Both were Chinese, and both<br />
wore revolvers and badges on their belts.<br />
“Well, if it isn’t Chief Inspector Hsing,” Mr. Lee<br />
said turning to address the elderly man.<br />
“Are you surprised that I haven’t retired as<br />
Chief of Police after all these years?” Chief Hsing<br />
asked as he removed a brown hat to reveal a totally<br />
bald dome.<br />
“Not at all,” Mr. Lee replied. “So, you heard I<br />
was in town and thought you’d swing by and scare<br />
my children with fairytales?”<br />
“Maybe so. This is Detective Mag,” Chief<br />
Hsing introduced the handsome younger man. “May<br />
we join you for a minute?” The two officers seated<br />
themselves without delay.<br />
Anne Mai looked curiously at her mother to<br />
explain these people, but could see she was in no<br />
mood to talk.<br />
“So how goes business?” Chief Hsing asked as<br />
he helped himself to a cup of tea.<br />
“Just fine,” Mr. Lee answered guardedly. “And<br />
uh, how goes the island’s business?”<br />
“That’s a question you should ask your<br />
brother. He would know better than anyone. I<br />
presume you’ve come back to inaugurate his new<br />
building with him?” the old man said glancing at<br />
Anne Mai.<br />
“We’re here for my son’s science fair,” Mr. Lee<br />
replied.<br />
Detective Mag shifted restlessly.<br />
“Science Fair,” Chief Hsing scoffed. “I don’t<br />
buy that for one minute. Not two days before your<br />
brother cuts the ribbon on the most powerful bank<br />
in Asia.”<br />
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“What do you want?” Mr. Lee demanded<br />
directly.<br />
“Very well,” the Chief Inspector yielded. “I<br />
want you to take your family and leave Hong Kong.<br />
Follow your interests elsewhere – whatever they may<br />
be.”<br />
“I told you a science fair is my only interest<br />
here,” Mr. Lee repeated calmly.<br />
The old cop stiffened up seriously. “Fine,” he<br />
squawked, “years ago, you Taipans wouldn’t listen<br />
when you all fled the island like crabs from a boiling<br />
kettle. Now I’m telling you don’t come back. The<br />
only one shipping here nowadays is your brother<br />
and it all goes straight into his towers.”<br />
Henry’s father removed his napkin irritably<br />
and signaled for a waiter. “Look,” Mr. Lee swiveled<br />
over close to the old man. “I’m not going to discuss<br />
any of this in front of my children. This has nothing<br />
to do with them.”<br />
Mr. Lee paid the bill and escorted his party<br />
away. Outdoors, they boarded another sampan and<br />
sailed off into the twilight. Chief Hsing and<br />
Detective Mag watched the little boat disappear from<br />
a window inside the restaurant.<br />
Back on the land, their driver once again<br />
picked up the Lee family, Walsh, and Peter. This<br />
time, however, the drive home to the palace was a<br />
very quiet one. Mrs. Lee sat softly holding her<br />
husband’s hand while he rubbed his forehead with<br />
his fingers. Anne Mai could not help but wonder<br />
whether this vacation was marked for bad luck. At<br />
any rate, it seemed clear why her parents had<br />
resisted chaperoning.<br />
Suddenly, the Rolls Royce swerved violently,<br />
tossing its occupants about like a salad. The car<br />
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locked up its brakes and narrowly avoided hitting a<br />
throng of people. After a momentary daze, Anne<br />
Mai lifted her head to see what had happened. The<br />
Rolls Royce was surrounded by a mob of dirty folks<br />
who were shouting and spitting on the windows.<br />
Mr. Lee protected his family under outstretched<br />
arms, swiveling his head from side-to-side.<br />
“Who are they?!” his wife cried out in shock.<br />
“Fishermen! Get the locks!” her husband<br />
ordered the driver.<br />
The hordes outdoors bared their yellow teeth<br />
and began rocking the vehicle back and forth as they<br />
pelted it with signs and pebbles. Many men held out<br />
rods with fish skeletons attached to twine, and<br />
dangled them in a show of furor. Rapidly, the crowd<br />
grew violent and broke the front windshield. The<br />
chauffeur was dragged out, kicking and screaming<br />
through the glass.<br />
Henry could see his father’s face change from<br />
one of horror to one of rage. The man pried the<br />
door open and boldly strode forth into the crowd.<br />
“Papa!” his son cried.<br />
Mr. Lee slammed the car door closed on his<br />
family. The masses backed away upon seeing this<br />
unexpectedly brave figure. Mr. Lee scolded them<br />
loudly and shoved the driver back inside the car.<br />
Anne Mai watched the man slump over in his seat,<br />
his jacket torn and stained. The multitude began<br />
bearing down on Mr. Lee with hands ready for<br />
wrenching.<br />
BANG, BANG! Abruptly, a volley of gunshots<br />
pierced the air. It was the Chinese Navy, spilling<br />
onto the dock like tunas from a net. The ocean<br />
swarmed with artillery-bound watercraft, and the<br />
powerful servicemen quickly overwhelmed the<br />
fishermen and subdued the unrest.<br />
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A lieutenant, who called himself Kang,<br />
dispatched a garrison of troops to encircle the<br />
damaged Rolls Royce. The soldiers ran up to Mr.<br />
Lee and bowed three times each.<br />
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THE WU WEI TOWERS<br />
Late that night, Anne Mai tossed restlessly in<br />
her sleep. Sweat glistened around her eyes and<br />
nose as she murmured under her breath. Strange<br />
noises began to fill her ears, and suddenly the girl<br />
awoke with a start. Panting heavily, Anne Mai<br />
looked around the bedroom. A faint whispering<br />
haunted the air. She tiptoed over to the door in her<br />
nightgown and pressed an ear to the wall, but the<br />
sound was still as dim as the light outdoors.<br />
Anne Mai slowly opened the door and slipped<br />
into the corridor. A glow beckoned from a doorway<br />
down the hall. The girl drew closer to the light and<br />
the whispering became two distinct voices. Anne<br />
Mai shivered nervously at the thought of being<br />
caught, and also at the devilish statuettes leering at<br />
her from all corners of her uncle’s palace. Soon the<br />
voices rose into a heated debate. It was her parents<br />
talking.<br />
“Ming Xa,” she heard her mother’s voice say,<br />
“let’s just leave – tomorrow in fact. Things have<br />
changed too much. We don’t belong here anymore.”<br />
“Listen to me. We’re not going anywhere, Xio<br />
Xing,” her father’s voice answered. “He’s my little<br />
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brother and I’m certainly not afraid to deal with<br />
him. My father would expect me to.”<br />
“It’s not safe – especially for the children after<br />
what happened yesterday,” the woman pleaded with<br />
her husband.<br />
“I refuse to be chased away from my<br />
homeland. We came here to attend our son’s science<br />
fair and that’s what we are going to do,” Mr. Lee<br />
insisted. “In fact, I…”<br />
Anne Mai squinted her eyes to hear this last<br />
bit, but suddenly a tingly gust of wind blew over her<br />
back. Turning around, a pair of hovering eyeballs<br />
glared menacingly at her. The bodiless eyeballs<br />
then blinked. The teen stood up with a fright,<br />
knocking her head against a silver gong that<br />
featured a fierce dragon embossed in its middle.<br />
The metal gong howled like an alarm around her<br />
uncle’s estate.<br />
“What’s that?” a voice cried.<br />
Anne Mai sprinted back down the hall to her<br />
room and buried her head under the covers. Many<br />
voices started collecting outside her door. Anne<br />
Mai’s heart pounded so loudly she was sure the<br />
whole house could hear it. But after several minutes<br />
the voices returned to their quarters and the palace<br />
fell silent once again. An hour later, the girl still lay<br />
motionless. Finally, she dozed back into an uneasy<br />
sleep – those two ghostly eyes frozen in her mind.<br />
The next morning, Mr. Lee awoke with the<br />
sun. He walked briskly down the hall dressed for<br />
business in the finest suit he had packed. The man<br />
stepped in front of a mirror to sharpen his tie, then<br />
turned into the courtyard to find his brother. But he<br />
was not there. Mr. Lee spent several more minutes<br />
searching the grounds, but could find no sign of his<br />
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twin. Finally, a manservant emerged from the<br />
kitchen carrying a kettle of tea.<br />
“I need to speak with my brother. Have you<br />
seen him this morning?” Mr. Lee asked seriously.<br />
“Yes sir. But Mr. Lee at office, sir,” the servant<br />
replied.<br />
“At this hour? What ever would he be doing<br />
there?” the houseguest protested.<br />
The worker only shrugged and hustled away.<br />
At that moment, Mrs. Lee, Anne Mai, Henry and<br />
Walsh entered the grand foyer. They, too, were<br />
dressed in their best (though Anne Mai still looked<br />
half asleep).<br />
“Good morning, husband.” Mrs. Lee smiled. “I<br />
thought our children might like to meet their other<br />
relations today.”<br />
“Yeah, totally,” Henry said excitedly. “Then<br />
Gung-Gung can take us to Ocean Park!”<br />
“Who’s Gung-Gung and what’s so great about<br />
Ocean Park?” Walsh inquired.<br />
“He’s my grandfather, and I read Ocean Park<br />
has the best roller coasters in Hong Kong,” the<br />
Chinese lad explained.<br />
“I’m in.” Walsh hustled over to the door.<br />
Mr. Lee stood stunned. He did not know<br />
whether to feel relief or shock that the boys had<br />
already shrugged off the events of yesterday. “No.<br />
Absolutely not.” The man shook his head. “Now,<br />
I’m leaving to go put some things in order. While<br />
I’m gone no one is to step foot outside this door.”<br />
“But it’s been years since I’ve seen them, Ming<br />
Xa,” his wife appealed.<br />
“Just wait here with the children until I get<br />
back. Then I promise to take you there myself,” Mr.<br />
Lee insisted.<br />
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Mrs. Lee nodded reluctantly and her husband<br />
turned and marched out the front doors.<br />
Peter then trotted merrily into the room<br />
wearing only a shower cap, slippers, and a body<br />
towel (all covered in little blue ducks). “Hey, where’s<br />
everybody going?” He asked scratching his tummy.<br />
“Looks like nowhere,” Walsh replied grumpily.<br />
The Wu Wei Towers soared into the Hong<br />
Kong air like three swords drawn toward the<br />
heavens. The base of the building comprised of<br />
black marble rose gradually into the triple peaks of<br />
golden glass. Just to reach the foot of the enormous<br />
complex, one needed to walk over a half-mile of<br />
causeways, parkways, and jet-ways. There, the Wu<br />
Wei emblem was embedded in an acre of gilded<br />
granite that swept up a flight of circular steps.<br />
High atop the eighty-eighth floor of Tower<br />
One sat Uncle Shang Sin in his penthouse<br />
overlooking the city. The man twiddled his dragonhandled<br />
cane between his fingers while nodding<br />
uninterestedly at a small Chinese man in rectangular<br />
spectacles.<br />
“Mr. Lee?” the tiny man said, shifting in his<br />
chair impatiently.<br />
The powerful businessman sat deep in his own<br />
thoughts, unaware he was tapping his cane hard into<br />
the tile floor.<br />
“Mr. Lee, can you hear me?”<br />
“Yes, yes, Lineus. I’m listening,” Uncle Shang<br />
Sin replied, turning around and smirking at his<br />
accountant.<br />
Lineus Leung cropped his short black hair and<br />
opened a thick ledger onto the boardroom table.<br />
“As I was saying,” he continued. “There’s a problem.<br />
For the third straight quarter the gold count is much<br />
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too, much too high.” Leung spun the ledger around<br />
and slid it over to his boss’s waiting fingers.<br />
Uncle Shang Sin examined a column of<br />
numbers that were recorded in black. The man<br />
blinked disbelievingly at the numbers. “Are you sure<br />
your men counted the vaults correctly?”<br />
“I counted it myself,” Leung guaranteed. “It’s<br />
not just a few bullion bars either. These are gross<br />
overages; the likes of which could get us all in a lot<br />
of trouble.”<br />
Uncle Shang Sin breathed deeply and rubbed<br />
his forehead. “Thanks for bringing this to my<br />
attention. I’ll look into it,” he promised.<br />
“Mr. Lee, you hired me because of my<br />
reputation for honesty. So I’m asking you if there’s<br />
anything else I should know? Anything you want to<br />
tell me?” Lineus stared gravely.<br />
His boss gazed at the numbers in the ledger a<br />
second time then slammed the book closed. “No.<br />
Nothing,” Uncle Shang Sin answered sternly. “Are we<br />
done?”<br />
The accountant frowned. “Yes, there is one<br />
more thing. Your gold may be way over, but your<br />
office furniture is way short.”<br />
“Office furniture?” his boss reacted with a<br />
chuckle.<br />
“That’s correct, sir. Almost half of your<br />
bookshelves, filing cabinets, and workstations are<br />
missing.”<br />
“That doesn’t sound like such a bad trade-off,<br />
does it? Bookshelves for gold?” Uncle Shang Sin<br />
patted his employee’s shoulder.<br />
Lineus stood stone-faced as ever. “You have a<br />
thief in your building, Mr. Lee. Tomorrow morning’s<br />
the next big shipment, and I’m going down to the<br />
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docks to hand-count every crate and box.” At that<br />
moment a light lit up on the office intercom.<br />
“Mr. Lee, sir. You have visitor. Your brother<br />
he say,” said a young female voice on the other end.<br />
Uncle Shang Sin smiled broadly. “I’ll be right<br />
down,” he said back into the speaker, then looked<br />
up again. “Talo, show our Mr. Leung the door.”<br />
The bodyguard’s great shadow emerged from<br />
the corner, and he shooed the accountant away.<br />
In a few minutes, a marble-carved elevator<br />
came down the shaft and landed on the first floor.<br />
From the doors came a grinning Shang Sin Lee<br />
followed by a brooding Lineus Leung. Uncle Shang<br />
Sin immediately hugged his older brother in the<br />
middle of a cavernous lobby, while Lineus brushed<br />
out of the building with a disgruntled stare.<br />
“I’m so glad you came. So what do you think?”<br />
Uncle Shang Sin asked, sweeping his hand in front of<br />
Mr. Lee’s face. “It’s all very modern, those hanging<br />
mirrors over there, the pointed light fixtures<br />
overhead, and the gold coin fountain you see in the<br />
middle.”<br />
Henry’s father took a few minutes to look<br />
about. Shimmering in ivory or jade, every panel<br />
featured red dragon streamers that floated elegantly<br />
along the walls.<br />
“It’s almost too good to be true,” Mr. Lee said<br />
hesitantly. “It doesn’t appear to hold with much<br />
traditional Feng Shui though, does it?”<br />
“Feng Shui? Bah. Chinese mysticisms,” his<br />
sibling scoffed loudly. “Out with the old and in with<br />
the new. That’s the Hong Kong way. Come, I’ve<br />
much to show you.”<br />
For the next hour the two brothers toured<br />
around the remarkable structure, eventually<br />
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completing a circle through all three towers. Mr. Lee<br />
listened patiently while every inch of the building<br />
was explained in detail. He soon began to view his<br />
little brother as a spoiled child who was boasting<br />
about a new toy. Though, the site did look aweinspiring,<br />
it also gave off the sensation of being<br />
overly grown. It seemed the architect had designed<br />
every passage with a jumbo jet in mind, rather than<br />
people.<br />
At long last, the journey ended on the<br />
seventieth floor of Tower One. Uncle Shang Sin<br />
shuffled his eyebrows and eagerly opened a set of<br />
big blue doors. Inside stood an elaborate system of<br />
hydraulic pipes snaking around the room. In the<br />
middle, a humongous water cannon pointed out<br />
over the South China Sea.<br />
“Here. I’ve saved the best for last,” the man<br />
said, patting the cannon. “I guarantee there’s<br />
nothing like this in the States. Watch!” He hopped<br />
over to a big valve with a blue wheel and cranked it<br />
open. The pipes filled with water pressure and the<br />
room began to rumble. “GO AHEAD!” Uncle Shang<br />
Sin shouted, pointing at a red lever.<br />
Mr. Lee cautiously stepped atop a pedestal<br />
and released the lever. SPLOOSH! A torrent of water<br />
blew out of the cannon’s nozzle like a whale’s<br />
blowhole. An arch of rain shot over the ocean,<br />
cascading a rainbow of colors in the afternoon<br />
sunlight. At seventy stories high, the whole island<br />
could see the manmade wonder – even Walsh, Peter,<br />
and Henry who were playing Mah Jong in the palace<br />
courtyard. Henry’s father stood in disbelief and<br />
pulled the red lever closed, ending the show.<br />
“Do you like it?” Uncle Shang Sin asked. “I had<br />
my men design this thing months ago just for the<br />
grand opening. At the stroke of midnight tonight it<br />
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will finally be time – the unveiling of years of work –<br />
the Wu Wei Towers.”<br />
Mr. Lee said nothing in reply. He came down<br />
from the pedestal and sat on the bottom step,<br />
clearing his throat and preparing to say what he<br />
came to say. “It’s been many years, Shang Sin. I<br />
don’t know how you made your fortune and I’m not<br />
going to ask you, but the people of that city down<br />
there are terrified of you.”<br />
“What are you talking about?” Uncle Shang Sin<br />
wrinkled his face defensively.<br />
“I’m talking about doing business the way our<br />
father would want us to,” Mr. Lee scolded. “Since<br />
I’ve been here, I’ve been warned by the police about<br />
you, and yesterday, was nearly mauled by a pack of<br />
fishermen protesting you.”<br />
“They’re poor jealous fishermen. You know<br />
they’re always like that,” his younger twin retorted<br />
back.<br />
“I know they’re like that when they’re starving.<br />
Listen, Shang Sin,” Mr. Lee calmed his demeanor.<br />
“I’m your brother. You can trust me. If you’ve<br />
gotten in over your head I’ll help you set things<br />
right. Just ask me.”<br />
Uncle Shang Sin strangled his cane tightly.<br />
“Ming Xa, the benevolent Taipan. Our father would<br />
indeed be proud,” he seethed sarcastically.<br />
“The Lee name does not belong to you. It’s a<br />
right you are entrusted with,” Mr. Lee reminded.<br />
“It’s easy to talk rights when you are given a<br />
whole empire at birth,” Uncle Shang Sin bellowed,<br />
smashing his cane against a metal pipe.<br />
“You’re still bitter after all this time.” Mr. Lee<br />
shook his head.<br />
“Bitter?” Uncle Shang Sin complained.<br />
“Twenty-nine seconds separated us in our mother’s<br />
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womb, but that half-minute has earned you a<br />
lifetime of favor.”<br />
“Now you listen here, little one,” Mr. Lee stood<br />
up tall. “You may have the whole island scared of<br />
your shadow – but I’m not. By the end of this week,<br />
if I find you’re involved in any thugs and bribes<br />
practices, I’ll be back to teach you a lesson.”<br />
A sinister glow ignited in Uncle Shang Sin’s<br />
eyes. “No one talks to me that way,” he scowled and<br />
hunched his back. “Do you know what I could do to<br />
you, Ming Xa? Hong Kong is mine. I own it now.<br />
Get out of my sight before I have you dragged out!”<br />
“You’ve changed, little brother,” Mr. Lee<br />
admonished as he went for the door.<br />
“You’ve no idea, big brother,” Uncle Shang Sin<br />
snarled maliciously.<br />
That evening, the sky painted itself in red<br />
clouds. Anne Mai sat amongst the cherry blossom<br />
trees that adorned the palace garden. The teen<br />
perused countless images of her ancestors on an old<br />
shrine, trying to decide which faces might belong to<br />
her paternal grandparents. But all at once, the<br />
serenity was shattered as the front doors thundered<br />
inside her uncle’s estate.<br />
The entire household quickly collected at the<br />
entryway to see what had happened. Mr. Lee stood<br />
red-faced and writhing under his necktie. Uncle<br />
Shang Sin’s wife and house servants bowed several<br />
times courteously, but Henry’s father appeared too<br />
indignant to respond.<br />
Mrs. Lee swiftly interceded. “What is it dear?<br />
What happened?”<br />
“Pack your things! All of you!” the man told<br />
his wife and children agitatedly. “We’re leaving!”<br />
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Within minutes, the Lee family, Walsh, and<br />
Peter were packed and loaded into a waiting cab on<br />
the street below. Anne Mai looked back at her aunt<br />
who stood silently in the palace doorway next to her<br />
speechless menservants. Without any further<br />
explanation, the taxi sped off into the city. The<br />
woman’s eyes watched thoughtfully as she placed a<br />
fingernail to her lips. Then she disappeared back<br />
into the estate in a ruffle of silken robes.<br />
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CHINESE NEW YEAR<br />
By six o’clock that evening, the Hong Kong<br />
streets were already on a build-up to celebration. As<br />
the boys gazed out the taxi window, they could feel<br />
the energy drumming like a rocket about to take off.<br />
Mr. Lee, however, looked far more preoccupied with<br />
finding his family a place to stay the night. The cab<br />
driver suggested the Emperor Hotel, but Henry’s<br />
father hostilely dismissed the idea.<br />
“Something simple is all we need tonight,” the<br />
man instructed the cabbie.<br />
The car sped deeper into the dense city lights.<br />
Unfortunately, no matter where they went, whether<br />
inn, motel, or hotel, everything on the island was<br />
booked up solid. Mr. Lee knew he did not have a<br />
prayer of finding any vacancies on the opening night<br />
of Chinese New Year. But he held on stubbornly<br />
anyway. By the sixth failed attempt, though, the<br />
man had plopped his face into his hands.<br />
“Take us to another location,” he mumbled<br />
dismally.<br />
“Wait, Ming Xa,” Mrs. Lee finally broke her<br />
silence. “Take us to 1616 Harbor Boulevard,” she<br />
told the driver. Her husband lifted his head in a half<br />
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protest, but then slumped back into his seat<br />
exhausted. The taxi pulled away once again. Henry<br />
looked up at his sister to see if she knew where they<br />
were headed, but Anne Mai only shrugged.<br />
Before too long they pulled onto a lane of skyrise<br />
apartments. Here, the familiar scent of salty air<br />
filled the car. They were near the wharf again. Rows<br />
of old fishing vessels lined the shore. Some were<br />
tethered to piers while others were propped on dry<br />
docks. At a quarter till seven, the cab pulled up to a<br />
small sea-house that jutted above the ocean on<br />
stilts. The number 1616 was posted out front.<br />
Mr. Lee paid the driver and his party slung<br />
their luggage over their shoulders, trudging wearily<br />
over a bridge of gently lapping water. The residence<br />
sat small and humble, but appeared to be clean and<br />
inviting. Mr. Lee slipped to the back of the party<br />
while his wife knocked politely. As the door opened,<br />
a yellow light spilled into the street. An old Chinese<br />
woman in a housedress stood squinting at the<br />
evening callers. Suddenly, her face swept with<br />
disbelief.<br />
Mrs. Lee broke into giggles and wrapped her<br />
arms around the woman. Clenched eyelids poured<br />
forth tears as the two exchanged greetings in<br />
Cantonese. An elderly Chinese man stepped into the<br />
light next, and Henry and his older sister set to bow<br />
graciously. But before they could, they were<br />
swooped up into his arms. The old man’s limbs<br />
were dark and strong and smelled of spicy fish.<br />
“Mai Mai, Henry,” their mother said wiping her<br />
eyes. “I’d like you to meet your Grandpa and<br />
Grandma Chen. You can call them Gung-Gung and<br />
A-Poh-Poh,” (meaning mother’s father and mother).<br />
Grandma Chen began to stroke Anne Mai’s long<br />
black locks and gaze upon her with pride. She then<br />
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saw a gold pendant hanging around the girl’s neck<br />
and took it between her wrinkly fingers. The old<br />
woman became overwhelmed and fell seated upon<br />
the porch. Everyone chuckled nervously and helped<br />
her up again, but it took a full minute before she<br />
could stand.<br />
“You’re fifteen,” Grandma Chen said to Anne<br />
Mai in wispy broken English. “I remember giving<br />
this to your mother when she was fifteen and telling<br />
her someday to give it to you.”<br />
“Come, come inside quick,” Grandpa Chen<br />
urged kindly, filing people through his doorway.<br />
Mr. Lee came inside last and quietly shook<br />
hands with his father-in-law. “Hello, Mr. Chen. Sorry<br />
we’re unannounced. I promise we won’t be a<br />
burden for long.”<br />
Soon everyone sat around a charming kitchen<br />
enjoying cola and bowls of fresh lychees. Walsh and<br />
Peter already felt more at home here than they had<br />
the whole time at Uncle Shang Sin’s palace. Grandpa<br />
and Grandma Chen accepted them as if they, too,<br />
were their grandchildren. Henry’s grandfather<br />
toured the boys around his modest home. Several<br />
traditional Chinese trimmings held the place in<br />
order, such as numerous tiny statues of the goddess<br />
Tin Hau – protectress of seafarers.<br />
Meanwhile, back at the kitchen table, Grandma<br />
Chen draped her arms lovingly around Anne Mai and<br />
whispered something eagerly to her daughter.<br />
“Mai Mai, your A-Poh-Poh wants to teach you a<br />
song she taught me as a little girl,” Mrs. Lee smiled<br />
at Anne Mai. “It’s an old Cantonese poem we<br />
translated into English, though it’s a little hard to<br />
understand.”<br />
I once saw a girl by the old yellow river,<br />
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her hair was black as a new arrow’s quiver.<br />
I twice saw a girl with duckbilled shoes,<br />
she brushed locks longer than a river’s<br />
sloughs.<br />
I thrice heard her tell a cat who could sing,<br />
keep a dark secret - keep a gold ring.<br />
A festival for the dead,<br />
a festival for the living,<br />
virgins prancing,<br />
kisses never giving.<br />
Dragons on a stick,<br />
dragons in a stack,<br />
launch all the fireworks<br />
should they fly to attack.<br />
Within no time Anne Mai had picked up the<br />
tune and three generations of Chen women were<br />
singing it together. But despite the festive reunion,<br />
one member of the Lee family sat alone in the<br />
corner. Mr. Lee. So later when the idea of going out<br />
got suggested, Mrs. Lee only motioned to her<br />
husband with doubtful eyes. Grandpa Chen nodded<br />
and went over to see what he could do.<br />
“Would you like some light, Mr. Lee?” the old<br />
man offered, snapping on an overhead bulb.<br />
Henry’s father sat clutching his cell phone. He<br />
had been feverishly dialing every lawyer he knew<br />
trying to devise a way of returning his operations to<br />
Hong Kong. “I don’t mean to be a bother, Mr. Chen.<br />
I just have many things weighing me down. I expect<br />
we’ll be out of your hair by tomorrow morning.”<br />
“As you can see, that will not be necessary,”<br />
Grandpa Chen pointed at his hairless scalp jokingly.<br />
“Say, I hear the city’s up for quite a party tonight.<br />
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Maybe the children would like to see it, eh?” his<br />
father-in-law hinted.<br />
“Yes, I know,” Mr. Lee answered remotely as<br />
he stared at the crowded kitchen table. The boys<br />
were cramming lychee fruit into their teeth while the<br />
ladies sipped their cola quietly. “It’s just that, well,<br />
we’ve run into some trouble since we’ve been back.”<br />
Mr. Chen sat down, his face looking grim as<br />
he heard this news. “The island’s not how you left<br />
her, is it?” he said as delicately as possible.<br />
“I don’t even recognize her anymore, sir. Can<br />
you tell me what’s happened?” his son-in-law asked.<br />
“I want you to be honest with me,” Mr. Lee assured<br />
him. “I know it involves my brother.”<br />
Grandpa Chen dipped his head. The old man<br />
stared out the window for a time, listening to the<br />
shouts of fireworks in the distance. “I don’t know<br />
the whole story, only what the fishermen say. When<br />
your brother’s building first broke ground it was just<br />
three points of scaffolding. But before long it grew<br />
so big the winds started to change.”<br />
“You don’t actually mean the climate?” Mr. Lee<br />
shook his head in disbelief.<br />
“It grows hotter every summer,” Grandpa Chen<br />
replied. “Men first started noticing a horrible stink<br />
in the air. Some mornings scores of dead fish were<br />
found rotting on the beaches; then whole schools<br />
went missing from the sea.”<br />
“The fishermen blame all this bad fortune on<br />
my brother?” Mr. Lee sulked.<br />
“They blame your brother because they can’t<br />
even fish a pond without his permits. And the only<br />
one getting any permits is the motherland who ships<br />
straight into his offices,” Grandpa Chen snapped<br />
hotly. “I, uh, lost my charter last year,” he admitted,<br />
laboring into a sigh.<br />
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Mr. Lee gazed up remorsefully. “I feel I am to<br />
blame for this,” he said smacking his fists together.<br />
“But I swear to you I’m not finished yet. I’ll make it<br />
right. I should’ve never left.”<br />
“Oh, but you did leave, Mr. Lee,” his father-inlaw<br />
interrupted. “Look there.” Grandpa Chen<br />
pointed towards the kitchen where Henry and Anne<br />
Mai sat watching. He then stood up and extended<br />
his weathered hand with a grin. “And you can’t buy<br />
the island back in a day. I say we celebrate Hong<br />
Kong tonight and solve all her problems in the<br />
morning.”<br />
Henry’s father hesitated but accepted the<br />
man’s hand, dropping his cell phone. “We’ll do just<br />
that,” Mr. Lee declared.<br />
Within minutes the household set about<br />
changing into their finest clothes. The two fathers<br />
wore suits, while the wives and Anne Mai sported<br />
red Cheongsams (a traditional dress of Chinese<br />
women). Of course, Peter, Henry, and Walsh were<br />
only too happy to dig out their neon Kung Fu suits<br />
once again.<br />
Soon everyone sat buckled up in the Chens’<br />
sputtering old Mercury station wagon. The antique<br />
car rolled onto the road and disappeared into the<br />
night. However, a dark outline rose along the empty<br />
street. It was a cat with menacing yellow eyes and a<br />
charcoal tail that swished back and forth devilishly.<br />
CLIP-CLOP, CLIP-CLOP – the animal pranced away in<br />
a clatter of peculiar hoof-beats.<br />
The city felt electric. Every street swam in red<br />
and gold serpents, and the docks were overrun with<br />
giggling children and sweet mouth-watering foods.<br />
Music blared, gongs thundered, and costumes shone<br />
as bright as the hanging lanterns overhead. Henry,<br />
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Walsh, and Peter chased around like puppies after<br />
their tails, each waving sparklers in the air. But<br />
Walsh accidentally jabbed his sparkler into a young<br />
muscle-bound thug sitting atop a high-powered<br />
motorcycle.<br />
“Sorry, bro,” Walsh apologized.<br />
The Chinese hoodlum pushed down his dark<br />
sunglasses and leered at the rowdy boy. Next, a<br />
gang of some twenty more motorcyclists pulled up.<br />
All of them wore colorful bandanas and sported ugly<br />
tattoos. Mr. Lee quickly interceded and escorted the<br />
child away.<br />
“What’s their problem?” Walsh asked<br />
anxiously.<br />
“Don’t worry about them,” Mr. Lee replied.<br />
“They won’t be causing any trouble.” Henry’s father<br />
motioned across the street where Chief Hsing sat<br />
alongside rows of uniformed officers. Behind them<br />
stood an even greater number of Chinese naval<br />
troopers stoically surveying the docks.<br />
Walsh breathed a little easier, though not by<br />
much.<br />
The tourists strolled along, idly enjoying the<br />
many parades and dancers. The boys had never<br />
seen so many people all packed into one place.<br />
Around a last bend, Mr. Lee caught a glimpse of his<br />
brother’s towers arching over the jetty like a<br />
monstrous king’s crown. The juggernaut rained<br />
spotlights down onto a podium of eastern<br />
dignitaries awaiting the building’s grand opening.<br />
Suddenly, everything on the island hushed as<br />
a drumbeat set an expectant tempo. All attention<br />
veered towards the top platform. Next, all the lights<br />
everywhere vanished in a rolling wave. A million<br />
sets of lungs inhaled a collective gasp. But after the<br />
longest heartbeat, the power flooded back on,<br />
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surging into the Wu Wei Towers. The island<br />
exploded in euphoria.<br />
Shang Sin Lee appeared out of thin air<br />
brandishing a first-century Chinese blade. He sliced<br />
a red ribbon in half and a 300-foot dragon banner<br />
went soaring into the night. Fireworks cracked open<br />
against the moonlight, and the Wu Wei cannon fired<br />
a mixed rainbow of waterworks and laser lights into<br />
the skies.<br />
“Whoa! How tall is that water cannon?” Henry<br />
inquired excitedly.<br />
“Seventy stories from Tower One,” Mr. Lee<br />
answered. The man then turned to his wife. “Maybe<br />
I was too hasty,” he whispered into her ear. “After<br />
all, my brother has worked his whole life for this<br />
day.”<br />
Uncle Shang Sin stood atop the platform<br />
amidst a pack of handshakes and television<br />
cameras. Flashbulbs winked furiously while the<br />
dragon banner flapped proudly in the ocean<br />
breezes.<br />
The night came and went, and by 2 AM the<br />
streets were beginning to empty. The Lees, the<br />
Chens, Walsh, and Peter got back into the old<br />
Mercury and headed home, unaware that a pair of<br />
eyes watched them. Chief Hsing lit a cigar in the<br />
darkness and shuffled away.<br />
The children entered the sea-house at 1616<br />
Harbor Boulevard completely worn out. Henry was<br />
fast asleep on his mother’s arm, Anne Mai on<br />
Grandpa Chen’s shoulder, and Peter, heavily on Mr.<br />
Lee’s back. Walsh traipsed in last of all, like a<br />
zombie with sunglasses.<br />
Anne Mai lay down in her own bedroom<br />
(inside the very bed where her mother had slept as a<br />
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girl). The boys shared a room down the hall where<br />
they unrolled sleeping bags on the floor. Mr. and<br />
Mrs. Chen insisted their daughter and son-in-law<br />
take the master bedroom while they slept on a spare<br />
futon.<br />
The Lees kissed the Chens goodnight and<br />
retired to their room. Henry’s mother quickly<br />
began changing into her nightgown, but her<br />
husband only brooded glumly in the corner. He<br />
loosened his tie and sat down grumbling about his<br />
little brother and their heated words earlier that<br />
afternoon.<br />
“I just don’t understand why he hates me so<br />
much, Xio Xing?” he muttered angrily. “Because I<br />
inherited what was rightfully mine? He’s got his own<br />
empire now. What more does he want?”<br />
Mrs. Lee sauntered over to her husband at the<br />
end of the bed and gently removed his jacket and<br />
tie, kissing him delicately on the forehead. “You<br />
have nothing to be ashamed of,” she whispered in<br />
his ear. “Don’t fret my love. You are one of the<br />
richest men in the world because you have a family<br />
who loves you. No one can take that away from<br />
you.”<br />
Miles across town, an identical scene began<br />
unfolding in the Lees’ ancestral palace. Uncle Shang<br />
Sin sat in his tuxedo in a dim corner of the master<br />
bedroom, griping heavily about his older brother.<br />
“He’s jealous of me. He should never have<br />
come back and tried to push me around,” the man<br />
complained, stroking the teeth of his dragonhandled<br />
cane.<br />
His wife wrapped her hands around him and<br />
affectionately removed his overcoat, cummerbund,<br />
and bowtie. Uncle Shang Sin slumped against a<br />
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bedpost as he melted into the woman’s massaging<br />
fingers.<br />
“Don’t fret, my love,” she spoke in a sultry<br />
voice, “you’re the wealthiest man in Hong Kong now.<br />
He won’t be able to take that away from you.”<br />
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KIDNAPPED<br />
Anne Mai lay sound asleep in her mother’s<br />
childhood bed, and for the first time since she’d<br />
arrived in Hong Kong, her dreams were peaceful.<br />
Her grandparent’s home sat quiet, a cricket on the<br />
windowsill the only noise. Then, the cricket’s<br />
melody went silent. Anne Mai awoke bolt upright in<br />
bed. She felt a force summoning her. It sounded<br />
strange like a ghost calling in the wind. Was it her<br />
parents again? She rose in her nightgown and<br />
opened the door.<br />
Whispers overtook her in the hallway,<br />
beckoning her further. Anne Mai moved in a trance<br />
towards the family room. The teen thought she<br />
might be caught in a dream, but the icy floor<br />
beneath her toes informed her that it couldn’t be.<br />
Around the kitchen the whispering got stronger and<br />
stronger. Soon Anne Mai knew she would be in the<br />
presence of the speaker.<br />
Anne Mai entered the living room and saw a<br />
pair of worm-rotten curtains covering the window.<br />
This did not at all appear to be the fluffy white fabric<br />
that had been there the night before. It looked like<br />
hellish red cloth that hung straight down to the<br />
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carpet. Plumes of smoke billowed up from<br />
underneath it as though it were on fire, and peals of<br />
lightning revealed a heinous silhouette waiting<br />
behind. The whispering voice suddenly broke out in<br />
a sinister rhyme.<br />
See it child. Would it not be good to see it?<br />
Throw the blinds and know what cries.<br />
Open your eyes and utter no lies.<br />
See it child. Would it not be good to see it?<br />
These words had such power. Anne Mai had<br />
no choice but to obey. Against her will she felt her<br />
arms rising towards the curtains. Lightning crashed<br />
again, and again the silhouette of something huge<br />
and awful sat perched just outside the window.<br />
See it child. Would it not be good to see it?<br />
kept repeating over and over in the girl’s head.<br />
Anne Mai’s fingers took hold of the cloth. It felt hot<br />
and damp. With a last crack of thunder, the girl<br />
obeyed and threw the curtains asunder.<br />
“MAI MAI!” Henry hollered, his head jumping<br />
straight off his pillow. Morning light streamed<br />
through the open drapes and the boy rubbed his<br />
sandy eyelids. I must have overslept, he thought.<br />
Peter and Walsh were already gone, their sleeping<br />
sacks wadded messily in the corner.<br />
Those scoundrels must be eating all the<br />
breakfast, Henry mused as he began changing out<br />
of his plaid pajamas. He quickly remembered a<br />
terrible nightmare he’d just been having about his<br />
big sister, but the boy ignored the eerie dream and<br />
pulled on his sneakers.<br />
When Henry arrived at the kitchen table<br />
everyone was almost finished eating: Peter, Walsh,<br />
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his parents and grandparents – everyone except<br />
Anne Mai. She had not shown.<br />
“Come sit down. Here’s your plate.” Grandma<br />
Chen smiled happily over a steaming pile of rice.<br />
“Thank you, A-Poh-Poh,” Henry responded<br />
sleepily.<br />
“You still look tired son,” Mr. Lee declared<br />
tapping his watch.<br />
“I suppose I should go see about Mai Mai,<br />
too,” Mrs. Lee added, looking around the corner.<br />
“It’s not like her to oversleep.”<br />
“Did you see how tired she looked last night?<br />
Let her be,” Mr. Lee implored.<br />
“Ai! Chen! You left that window open last<br />
night,” Grandma Chen grumbled at her husband.<br />
The old woman got up and went into the family<br />
room. A soft breeze gently blew in through the<br />
clean white curtains.<br />
Mrs. Lee watched her mother close the<br />
windowpane, a ripple of concern clinging to her lips.<br />
“I’m going to go see about Mai Mai,” she insisted.<br />
Mrs. Lee disappeared down the hall, her knuckles<br />
rapping loudly on every door. WHAP, WHAP, WHAP!<br />
WHAP, WHAP, WHAP! WHAP, WHAP, WHAP!<br />
“Hey! I need to tell you guys about this really<br />
weird dream I had last night,” Walsh blurted out with<br />
a mouth full of congee.<br />
Suddenly an ear-piercing shriek rang<br />
throughout the house. Mrs. Lee lurched out of the<br />
hall clenching Anne Mai’s pillow in her fists. “ANNE<br />
MAI’S GONE!”<br />
Within the hour an entire police squadron was<br />
combing the neighborhood searching for the<br />
missing teenager. Mrs. Lee watched helplessly as<br />
officers dusted for fingerprints, tapped the phone<br />
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lines, and spread photos of her daughter over the<br />
kitchen table. Her mother sat next to her in<br />
disbelief, weeping onto her daughter’s shoulder.<br />
“How could this happen? Who would do this<br />
to my only granddaughter?” Grandma Chen wept.<br />
Chief Hsing sighed and walked over to Mr. Lee<br />
near the sofa. “Don’t worry. There’s a very short list<br />
of criminals we’re working on,” the old cop<br />
guaranteed, folding his arms and sitting down<br />
respectfully.<br />
Mr. Lee did not answer. He only murmured<br />
under his breath as though trying to solve the crime<br />
in his head.<br />
Chief Hsing leaned in closer. “Mr. Lee? Can<br />
you think of anyone who might want to hurt Anne<br />
Mai? Maybe even to hurt you? Any threats?<br />
Anything you can recall recently?”<br />
Mr. Lee looked up slowly and thought awhile.<br />
“No. Nothing,” he muttered after a minute.<br />
“All right. I’m sure we’ll get a break,” Chief<br />
Hsing offered confidently.<br />
At that moment, Detective Mag raced through<br />
the front door, almost knocking over Walsh, Peter,<br />
and Henry. He walked straight up to his boss. The<br />
room went completely quiet. “Chief Inspector,” the<br />
young detective whispered in a rush. “We found<br />
something outside.”<br />
Chief Hsing appeared to be expecting this<br />
report. He nodded affirmatively and followed his<br />
junior officer towards the door.<br />
“MAI MAI!” Mrs. Lee then exclaimed, and took<br />
off out the door ahead of them. Henry instinctively<br />
chased after his mother, and Walsh and Peter<br />
followed suit by chasing after him.<br />
“WAIT! STOP!” the Chief barked futilely.<br />
Outdoors, Mrs. Lee pushed her way through a<br />
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crowd of policemen. As soon as she wriggled free a<br />
gasp escaped her lips. One whole side of the house<br />
was blackened with charred cinders, and deep<br />
gashes were dug into the living room windowsill.<br />
“Mama, what happened?” Henry asked as he<br />
and his friends came racing up behind Mrs. Lee.<br />
Before she could answer, Mr. Lee and Chief Hsing<br />
reached them too. Henry’s father appeared ready to<br />
burst. But that was before he looked up and saw<br />
what everyone was staring at.<br />
“They lit the house – on fire?” Mr. Lee<br />
stammered. “How could they do that when there<br />
was no smoke, no noise, no alarm?”<br />
Detective Mag now pressed in as well.<br />
“Sir. The kidnappers left a note,” Mag<br />
informed Chief Hsing. He handed his superior a<br />
yellow parchment tucked in an evidence baggie.<br />
Chief Hsing crinkled his bushy white eyebrows<br />
and read a message written in thick gold ink.<br />
I bid you welcome to the land of all lands,<br />
for my treasure is sweet, and replete of all hands.<br />
I’ve invited your daughter to come feast on my fill,<br />
now fly home at once – do not linger here still.<br />
If you do what I say, and follow my commands,<br />
when you arrive, you’ll have my demands.<br />
Chief Hsing stared seriously at Mr. Lee and<br />
handed him the note. “They want you to go home,”<br />
Chief Hsing said grimly.<br />
“I’m not going anywhere!” Henry’s father<br />
tossed the note back at the old man. “I’m not<br />
leaving the island any different than I came – with<br />
my family!”<br />
Chief Hsing nodded as if he expected this<br />
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answer. “Very well. We’ve got a lot of work to do.<br />
Time is crucial when a child’s been abducted.”<br />
Henry retreated to the bedroom where the<br />
boys had slept the night before and curled up into<br />
his knees. Walsh and Peter sat down quietly next to<br />
their heaving friend. He did not cry, though. Henry<br />
never cried even when he got hurt playing freeze tag<br />
or dodge ball at school.<br />
“Some New Year’s, huh?” Walsh tried to be<br />
witty. Peter rolled his eyes.<br />
“Henry, I bet this is all just a big mix-up.<br />
Those policemen will find her,” the redhead<br />
encouraged.<br />
“Yeah,” Walsh agreed, rubbing Henry’s<br />
shoulder. “This probably happens to a lot of<br />
tourists.”<br />
None of their sentiments seemed to be<br />
working. Their friend refused to be cheered.<br />
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THE DUNGEON<br />
Anne Mai slowly opened her eyelids.<br />
Everything became blurry. Red drapery spun in her<br />
mind. What a horrible nightmare, she thought<br />
groggily, and reached to pull up her comforter. But<br />
she did not find it. The girl smelled a musty odor in<br />
the air. A noise like trickling water sounded in her<br />
ears. Anne Mai felt around with her palms and<br />
touched upon cold rough stone.<br />
The teenager shot up and rubbed her eyes.<br />
Her chest began to heave as she realized she was<br />
not sleeping. She focused hard in the dimness, but<br />
nothing made any sense. A faint glow revealed a<br />
door of metal bars. Everything else sat steeped in<br />
solid brick. She was in a cell.<br />
“Mama!” Anne Mai shouted, her voice<br />
bouncing around the walls. “Papa! A-Poh-Poh!<br />
Gung-Gung! Henry!” The girl’s cheeks began to<br />
burn with frustration. Couldn’t anyone hear her?<br />
Was she all alone?<br />
Anne Mai rose silently in her nightgown. She<br />
expected to be shivering with cold. But, actually, the<br />
air felt hot and humid, even suffocating. Anne Mai<br />
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cautiously ran her fingers over the brickwork. It was<br />
clear she was a prisoner.<br />
“But why?” Anne Mai asked herself aloud. It<br />
had to be about money. Someone must be trying to<br />
extort her father. This thought actually seemed<br />
comforting; Anne Mai knew he would pay any<br />
amount to bring her home safely. But how long<br />
might that take? The teen sighed heavily and closed<br />
her eyes, leaning her body against the wall.<br />
All of a sudden, something bit the back of her<br />
head. Anne Mai jerked away and let out a painful<br />
scream. Inside one of the bricks emerged a nasty<br />
face chewing a clump of the girl’s long hairs<br />
between its crooked teeth. The shock only got<br />
worse. There were more of them. Soon all the<br />
bricks in the cell had gnarled faces, protruding from<br />
the stonework like unhappy little men.<br />
Anne Mai jumped to the middle of the room<br />
so none of them could reach her. The creatures<br />
began to taunt the frightened youth with snide<br />
words and speckled tongues.<br />
“Hey you! Freshness!” said the one who had<br />
bitten her. The rest of the bricks clamored down<br />
indicating he might be the leader. “You look scared.<br />
Answer me. Are you scared of us?” The walls began<br />
chuckling. “See, that is what we is good at,<br />
Freshness,” the brick continued. “That and singing.<br />
Hoy. Let us sing you a song. Welcome you proper.”<br />
The tiny faces all nodded in agreement and<br />
harmonized their voices into a chorus.<br />
The air down here is full of treasure,<br />
rich with pleasure,<br />
dressed in leisure.<br />
The smells are all ripe with power,<br />
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The sound around is that of coin,<br />
tis rich man’s loin,<br />
and now you’ll join…<br />
the other four,<br />
the other four,<br />
the other four.<br />
A day in here is as a year,<br />
full of fear,<br />
oh shed a tear.<br />
A night down tight is an awful fright,<br />
from walls that bite,<br />
to dimmest light.<br />
And oh now look this final treat,<br />
new friends to meet,<br />
so stand and greet…<br />
the other four,<br />
the other four,<br />
the other four.<br />
Just then the bricks along the far wall broke<br />
apart revealing four more cells. Inside each one sat<br />
a corpse. The bodies were clearly once young girls,<br />
either wearing decaying nightgowns or rotting party<br />
dresses. Anne Mai turned green and doubled over<br />
with distress. With a final cackle, the bricks<br />
reformed the wall and returned to lifeless masonry.<br />
Anne Mai could not stop her limbs from<br />
trembling. She imagined she had taken ill and was<br />
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suffering feverish delusions. Maybe her family stood<br />
over her right now as she lay in a sickbed<br />
somewhere.<br />
“Don’t be afraid to cry,” a new voice called out<br />
in the darkness. “Just stay in the middle of the floor<br />
and they can’t hurt you.” Anne Mai covered her<br />
ears. “Won’t you tell me your name?” the speaker<br />
asked kindly.<br />
Anne Mai raised her head slowly and parted<br />
her long bangs. Again, one of the bricks in the wall<br />
sat staring at her. Its face had Asiatic eyes like the<br />
others, but its features looked smooth and gentle.<br />
“M, m, my name’s Anne Mai Lee. W, w, what’s<br />
yours?” the teen inquired trying to sound friendly.<br />
“That’s beautiful. Very fitting for you,” the<br />
brick complimented her. “I am called Ping.”<br />
“Ping,” Anne Mai repeated. “It’s good to meet<br />
you.” The prisoner gazed around at her filthy<br />
confinements once again. “Will you tell me where I<br />
am please, and who did this to me?”<br />
“You are in the cellblock,” Ping answered<br />
solemnly, “and you’re a prisoner of my master… I’m<br />
sorry to say.”<br />
“And who is your master?” Anne Mai wanted to<br />
know. But the brick hesitated. “Please,” she<br />
pleaded.<br />
“My master is the Gold Dragon of Hong Kong,”<br />
the tiny face confessed fearfully.<br />
“Gold Dragon of Hong Kong,” Anne Mai<br />
whispered. It must be the title of some criminal, she<br />
thought. On the other hand she was talking to a<br />
brick – a dragon might not be so impossible after<br />
all. “Can you help me escape from here, Ping?”<br />
“I can jump out of the wall and create you a<br />
hole,” Ping answered. “But you are so big, and I am<br />
so small; you’d have to be a mouse to fit through.”<br />
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Anne Mai cradled her knees and rocked back<br />
and forth. “There must be a way,” she said, gritting<br />
her teeth. “I noticed those bars on the door are<br />
fairly wide. I may be able to squeeze through.”<br />
“Don’t,” Ping advised gravely. “Bricks are not<br />
the only things enchanted in here. That’s Lockjaw.<br />
He spreads his bars open to tempt you, but get too<br />
near and he’ll swallow you whole.”<br />
A long slender tongue hissed out of the<br />
keyhole. Anne Mai shook her head. Everything was<br />
topsy-turvy in this place; all that should be alive was<br />
dead, and all that should be dead was alive.<br />
Suddenly, the sound of heavy metal hinges<br />
creaked open down the passageway and the jail<br />
filled with the clatter of hoof beats as though a<br />
stallion were galloping up.<br />
“Shh,” hushed Ping. “Pretend you’re asleep.<br />
It’s Rammus.” Ping’s face then disappeared into the<br />
brickwork. Anne Mai lay motionless. Out of the<br />
shadows emerged a Siamese cat swishing a charcoal<br />
tail. Fixing its yellow eyes on the prisoner, the feline<br />
stopped at her cell.<br />
“No one sleeps panting that hard,” Rammus<br />
said in a deep timbre. “Get up.” But Anne Mai did<br />
not dare. The animal muttered an incantation under<br />
its whiskers and a cauldron appeared out of thin air,<br />
materializing right in front of the girl. Inside sat a<br />
thick soupy gruel. “This is to keep you alive,” the cat<br />
instructed. “My master clearly thinks more of you<br />
than the others. They all got fish bones.”<br />
Anne Mai felt famished, but she forced herself<br />
to stay still nonetheless. “Shall we sing her another<br />
love song, Rammus?” some of the sinister bricks<br />
cackled from the shadows.<br />
“No,” Rammus said, grooming his ears. “But<br />
before I leave you, young lady, my master needs<br />
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something of yours. LOCKJAW!” he commanded,<br />
and the jail door swung open.<br />
The girl watched four paws strut up to her<br />
with a CLIP-CLOP – CLIP-CLOP. YUCK, she thought.<br />
The feline stunk like a team of horses after a hot<br />
day’s ride. Rammus reached for her throat with his<br />
claws extended.<br />
“NO!” the teenager screamed, spinning away.<br />
Rammus scowled and raised his voice in<br />
another magical chant. Anne Mai’s gold pendant<br />
began dangling around her neck as if it were<br />
magnetized. The chain then snapped and shot<br />
around the cat’s long neck. Rammus turned and<br />
trotted out calmly as Lockjaw swung shut.<br />
“Wait!” Anne Mai cried out. “That was a<br />
birthday present from my mother!”<br />
The animal stopped in its tracks and looked<br />
back at the prisoner pitifully. “Precisely.” Rammus<br />
winked and then left.<br />
Anne Mai rolled over and squeezed her<br />
forehead, her mind spinning and throbbing.<br />
After a few minutes Ping reemerged. “I forgot.<br />
We must seem as strange to you as you are to us,”<br />
the brick said gently.<br />
“Yeah. Cats don’t talk where I come from,”<br />
Anne Mai responded almost bemused.<br />
“Rammus is no cat,” Ping assured her. “Didn’t<br />
you see his shadow when he passed by the<br />
torchlight? He’s my master’s guardian.”<br />
“He certainly looks like a cat,” the girl replied,<br />
examining her pot of food. “Though he does walk a<br />
bit like a horse, and he stinks really bad,” she<br />
confessed.<br />
“His cat form is just a disguise. His true form<br />
would not fit in around most people.” Ping smiled<br />
knowingly.<br />
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Anne Mai shook her head with confusion.<br />
“I’m sorry. I’ll let you eat now. Then try and<br />
sleep if you can,” the brick advised and then<br />
vanished back into the wall.<br />
Anne Mai wondered when all this would end,<br />
or if it would end. If she ever did make it back home<br />
who would believe what she saw? Her mother used<br />
to tell her ancient tales of Chinese mysticism to get<br />
her to go to bed. It seemed that all those legends<br />
must be true, and wasn’t it strange that now they<br />
would be the things that kept her awake?<br />
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SHANGHAIED<br />
The next morning the South China Sea lay as<br />
blue as the skies overhead. However, a grumpy<br />
storm brewed out west. Lineus Leung buttoned up<br />
his jacket as he stepped onto the Wu Wei Dockyard.<br />
Hundreds of dockworkers were busy offloading<br />
freight from three massive cargo-ships anchored in<br />
port. The tiny accountant looked around, armed<br />
with a megaphone, a clipboard, and a pencil in his<br />
ear. He then let loose with a siren that halted all the<br />
work.<br />
“All you men can take a rest now,” Lineus<br />
hollered into his bullhorn.<br />
At once an unruly outcry broke loose, many of<br />
the workers complaining that they had schedules to<br />
meet if they were to get paid. Others cussed and<br />
called out foul names (something similar to a Bean<br />
Counter in English). Eventually, though, the docks<br />
did clear.<br />
Lineus pulled out his clipboard and walked<br />
over to the first ship, named Quechuan (meaning the<br />
coward boat). Its colossal bay doors were standing<br />
open like the mouth of a great cave. The accountant<br />
disappeared inside the hull just as the last shift-boss<br />
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walked out.<br />
“Hey, don’t you have machine? Count all this<br />
stuff fast?” the shift-boss asked swabbing his<br />
forehead.<br />
Lineus smiled without looking up from his<br />
spreadsheets. “I’ve all I need right here,” he said<br />
pointing to his pencil.<br />
“BAH!” the dockworker cursed, and left Lineus<br />
standing alone. The dark bowels of the ship creaked<br />
and rumbled, swaying ever so often from side to<br />
side. The accountant popped on a penlight and<br />
began scanning numbers along the aisles of crates,<br />
pacing some hundred yards into the dank interior.<br />
“Well, this is going to take some time,” he<br />
counseled himself, and began counting. “W.W.<br />
000,001 – legal pads. W.W. 000,002 – toner ink.”<br />
The man slapped the side of each crate as he passed<br />
by. “W.W. 000,003 – fax paper. W.W. 000,004…”<br />
Some hours later, the accountant’s smallish<br />
figure stood nearly a quarter-mile deep into the<br />
ship’s hold, still counting.<br />
“W.W. 129,575 – metal filing cabinet. WHEW!”<br />
Lineus was sweating profusely. Wearily, he looked<br />
up. From this distance the cargo-bay doors were<br />
only a thin slit of light near the bow.<br />
Suddenly, Lineus felt a snorting breath hit his<br />
ear. The man jumped back, knocked over several<br />
hefty crates, and crashed to his fanny. A pitterpatter<br />
of hooves echoed around the hull. Lineus<br />
panted like mad; every dark crevice glared back at<br />
him. Just then the ship growled and the cargo-doors<br />
broke wide apart. Beams of sunshine poured in as<br />
the vast shadow of a man stood hunched over his<br />
cane.<br />
“Did you find our little problem?” Uncle Shang<br />
Sin inquired in a booming voice.<br />
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“Not yet,” the accountant replied.<br />
“Well, why are you just sitting there on the<br />
floor?” his boss mused.<br />
Lineus stood up, dusted himself off, and<br />
began walking towards the man’s looming<br />
silhouette.<br />
“Sir,” Lineus answered with a touch of<br />
embarrassment. “I can’t figure out what’s going on<br />
here. But I can tell you this, as of this minute, if the<br />
Wu Wei Trading Center were to get audited, we’d all<br />
go to jail.”<br />
Uncle Shang Sin laughed at this notion. “Don’t<br />
worry, Lineus,” he said. “The mainland isn’t going to<br />
audit us. I can promise that much.”<br />
“Mr. Lee, there’re packs of goons on<br />
motorcycles lurking around your loading docks.”<br />
“I hired them as extra security.”<br />
“I have MY family’s name and integrity to<br />
uphold,” Lineus protested, at last reaching his boss<br />
face to face. “My father, and my father’s father,<br />
were all islanders who…”<br />
“YOU’RE WORRYING FOR NOTHING!” Uncle<br />
Shang Sin barked loudly.<br />
“You pay me to worry, Mr. Lee,” the<br />
accountant insisted. “I’m going to Shanghai to<br />
check our warehouses. If I find these irregularities<br />
are happening there as well, I’ll be compelled to go<br />
to the authorities, about the missing furniture and<br />
the extra gold.”<br />
The two men wrestled in each other’s gaze for<br />
a moment.<br />
“I think you should take the rest of the day<br />
off,” Uncle Shang Sin advised, barring his employee<br />
from leaving with his cane.<br />
Lineus swallowed nervously. “If you’ve<br />
nothing to hide then you’ve no reason to block me,<br />
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Mr. Lee.”<br />
A wildfire raged inside Uncle Shang Sin’s eyes,<br />
but he slowly lowered his cane and allowed Lineus to<br />
shuffle away.<br />
By noon thunderheads had moved over the<br />
sky leaving the Chens’ sea-house in shadows.<br />
Inside, the men sat around a pot of tea they had<br />
been nursing since dawn. The living room had been<br />
converted overnight into Command Central, shifts of<br />
policemen routinely checking in to report their<br />
findings to Chief Hsing. Sadly the news never<br />
changed. Anne Mai was gone without a trace.<br />
“Is there no lead we can pursue?” Mr. Lee<br />
finally spoke, burying his fingers into his forehead.<br />
Detective Mag shot a sideways glance at his<br />
boss, but the Chief only stirred his teacup in silence.<br />
Grandpa Chen fell into a sigh.<br />
Abruptly, a cell phone rang. Chief Hsing<br />
snapped up the call from his waist. “Hello. Yes. I<br />
see. Just now it came in. Fine.” The old man closed<br />
up his phone while Mr. Lee twisted the tablecloth<br />
between his fingertips.<br />
“Hsing?” Henry’s father blurted out restlessly.<br />
“We just got an anonymous tip,” the Chief said<br />
rising to his feet and plopping on his shabby brown<br />
hat. “We should go.”<br />
A stream of police cruisers went wailing down<br />
the highway towards the Hong Kong Harbor.<br />
In the first car, Chief Hsing loaded his revolver<br />
and strapped on a bulletproof vest. “Informant said<br />
our suspect hopped a hydrofoil to the mainland,” he<br />
shouted at Detective Mag. “That means we need to<br />
nab him before he leaves our waters.”<br />
“You’ve got the boats for it. Right?” Mr. Lee<br />
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questioned nervously.<br />
Chief Hsing holstered his sidearm and looked<br />
up at the panicky father. “Sure, we’ve got the<br />
boats.” The old man nodded with a note of caution.<br />
The cavalcade arrived in a screech of rubber<br />
tires. Twelve sets of doors sprung open as one and<br />
the Hong Kong Police Department sprinted out. But<br />
as all the officers and men reached the boat launch a<br />
squadron of rifles surrounded them. The Chinese<br />
Navy had barricaded the police checkpoint. A<br />
lieutenant came out wearing trim white gloves. It<br />
was Kang.<br />
“You need Mr. Lee’s authorization to pass<br />
here,” he demanded.<br />
“I am Mr. Lee!” Henry’s father exploded<br />
wrathfully. “Authorize me!”<br />
“I need the other Mr. Lee this time,” Lieutenant<br />
Kang answered back with a smirk. “Your brother’s<br />
at lunch right now. When he gets back we’ll see.”<br />
“How long?!” Mr. Lee demanded through<br />
grinding teeth.<br />
“Don’t know. An hour. Two maybe,” Kang<br />
retorted.<br />
Grandpa Chen restrained his son-in-law before<br />
he could swing at the lieutenant’s head.<br />
“Our suspect will be out of our waters by<br />
then,” Detective Mag grumbled sullenly.<br />
“Listen,” Chief Hsing addressed the navy<br />
brigade. “You men are impeding a police<br />
investigation. This is our department’s launch. Now<br />
clear the way.”<br />
“Not without a permit!” Lieutenant Kang<br />
snarled as his men cocked their weapons.<br />
Mag subtly unbuttoned his holster. The<br />
standoff was now teetering on the verge of a<br />
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“STOP IT!” Grandpa Chen cried out waving his<br />
arms. “Come with me, Chief Inspector. I know<br />
who’ll help us.”<br />
Chief Hsing exhaled an uneasy breath and<br />
called off his officers. As the men retreated back up<br />
the plank, the naval troopers all scoffed and spit at<br />
them, pretending to fire rifles into their backs.<br />
Atop the marina the police officers<br />
complained loudly, banging the hoods of their squad<br />
cars.<br />
“All right. What do you have?” Chief Hsing<br />
asked pointedly.<br />
“Them.” Grandpa Chen gestured up the way<br />
to a motley crew of ruffians. “I know those men,” he<br />
said. “Used to be fishermen. Been out of work for<br />
some time. But I’ll need something to pay them<br />
with.” The Chief surveyed the mob doubtfully.<br />
“What’s the point?” he replied. “Even if they<br />
crash the gate for us, we won’t get past the Navy<br />
gunboats.”<br />
“Trust me,” Grandpa Chen assured. “If you<br />
and your men can get to YOUR boats, I’ll take care of<br />
those Navy gunners.”<br />
Chief Hsing scrutinized Grandpa Chen from<br />
head to toe. “Fine. Just don’t get this old man killed<br />
before I can retire,” the Chief agreed. “But I don’t<br />
have any cash – only some good cigars in the trunk.”<br />
The old cop handed over some boxes of fragrant<br />
tobacco.<br />
“Rush the gates when you hear me whistle.”<br />
Grandpa Chen winked. He then turned and walked<br />
up the road towards the imposing Wu Wei Towers.<br />
Mr. Lee squinted to see the dockside below.<br />
Three armored gunboats with red stars blazing on<br />
their bellies waited like sharks in the water.<br />
“You stay in the car,” Chief Hsing ordered him.<br />
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“I’m going!” Henry’s father refused.<br />
Chief Hsing shuffled his bushy white<br />
eyebrows, unaccustomed to people shirking his<br />
orders (especially civilians).<br />
The officers jogged back down to the police<br />
checkpoint and hid behind some large buoys.<br />
“Listen up now,” the Chief instructed all his<br />
men. “You keep your guns holstered. I don’t want<br />
any killing. Those men have families back on the<br />
mainland.”<br />
At that moment, Grandpa Chen set two fingers<br />
between his lips and whistled at the top of his lungs.<br />
Chief Hsing and his force leapt into action, smashing<br />
into the Navy brigade. A bruising brawl of fists and<br />
punches let fly. Young Detective Mag gave the<br />
surest licks, clobbering Lieutenant Kang smack in<br />
the face. Soon the tan-clad policemen pounded their<br />
blue-suited rivals into submission.<br />
The Chief ushered his men aboard two police<br />
speedboats. Mag took the helm of the first vessel.<br />
As soon as he started the engines a patrolman<br />
turned and spotted them. The Navy guard shouted<br />
wildly as the police boats revved out in front. In no<br />
time the hefty gunboats were chopping in pursuit.<br />
“Tin Hau, protect us!” Chief Hsing shouted,<br />
looking back over his shoulder.<br />
Three gunners targeted the police boats as<br />
they blazed past the channel markers. The Navy<br />
marksmen put their trigger-fingers in place and set<br />
to unload. But before a shot fired a loud CRACK<br />
exploded. The gunmen shrieked as a shadow<br />
swallowed them from above. Like a broken catapult<br />
the Wu Wei’s huge dragon banner collapsed and fell<br />
into the sea, trapping the war boats directly<br />
beneath. The tarp drifted into the channel and<br />
clogged all access to the ocean.<br />
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Chen and the fishermen roared on the marina<br />
above, lighting cigars and hoisting axes into the air.<br />
On the clear side of the waterway the police cheered<br />
from the decks of their speedboats.<br />
“Score one for Island Power, eh!” The Chief<br />
waved his hat around in the air.<br />
Detective Mag smiled and cut off two Wu Wei<br />
ships as he sped into the horizon. Back at the jetty,<br />
Lieutenant Kang rubbed his swollen eye and<br />
slammed his helmet to the ground.<br />
By two o’clock the police boats were deep at<br />
sea. Chief Hsing held a pair of binoculars at<br />
eyelevel, studying the hazy blue line beyond.<br />
“Full speed ahead Detective Mag,” he ordered.<br />
“I just spotted our hydrofoil.”<br />
“Mai Mai?” Mr. Lee rose to his feet. “How far<br />
are they, Chief?”<br />
“In ten minutes they’ll be out of our<br />
jurisdiction,” Chief Hsing answered. The speedboats<br />
rocketed away at top velocity.<br />
At the wheel of the hydrofoil sat a fat<br />
unshaven man whistling a happy tune. He nipped at<br />
a silver flask and gurgled into a hearty belch. Out of<br />
nowhere two police vessels crisscrossed his path<br />
with sirens and lights going berserk.<br />
“HALT! Cut your engines by order of the Hong<br />
Kong Police Department!” declared a booming voice.<br />
The untidy captain complied and tossed his<br />
jigger out a porthole. Within minutes the passenger<br />
carrier slowed to a crawl in the water and the police<br />
force quickly boarded.<br />
Inside the dining area hostesses were serving<br />
tea to the commuters. One server rolled her cart<br />
alongside a man reading a newspaper.<br />
“Coffee or tea sir?” she asked delightedly.<br />
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“Tea,” replied Lineus Leung without looking up<br />
from his paper. The little accountant was bound for<br />
Shanghai and unaware his voyage had even been<br />
interrupted.<br />
“One lump or two?” asked Chief Hsing as he<br />
flopped open his badge.<br />
Lineus adjusted his bifocals and looked up<br />
with a fright. At least a dozen men pointed pistols<br />
at his head. Detective Mag leaned in and grabbed<br />
the man.<br />
“What’s going on here?” Lineus asked<br />
trembling, as Detective Mag began frisking his<br />
jacket.<br />
“Chief Inspector, I’ve got something,” Mag<br />
hollered as he carefully removed a gold chain from<br />
the accountant’s lapel pocket.<br />
Mr. Lee abruptly charged through the crowded<br />
aisle. “That’s my daughter’s pendant!” he burst out.<br />
Chief Hsing inspected the evidence with a<br />
magnifying glass. Numerous minute names<br />
appeared on the inside of the locket chain, but the<br />
last read: Lee Anne Mai. The old cop slapped a pair<br />
of handcuffs onto the accountant’s wrists.<br />
“You like jewelry – how’s this?” the Chief<br />
quipped.<br />
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Anne Mai’s back throbbed. She had been<br />
sitting upright for nearly two days in the middle of a<br />
hardened floor. The girl longed to prop herself<br />
against one of the cell walls, but she didn’t dare risk<br />
getting bitten again. All Anne Mai could do was sit<br />
and wish for home; the sound of snoring bricks a<br />
constant reminder she had never been farther away.<br />
Ping yawned and blinked awake, now<br />
appearing on the north wall, not the south. “Good<br />
evening. Haven’t you slept today?” the brick asked.<br />
“I know some pretty songs. Do you want me to sing<br />
one?”<br />
Anne Mai shook her head glumly. “No. I’ve<br />
already heard enough songs, Ping,” the teen<br />
remarked rubbing her eyes. “So how come you’re<br />
not like the other bricks in here? Aren’t they your<br />
friends?”<br />
Ping struggled with this question for a while.<br />
“They are more than my friends,” he admitted.<br />
“They are my family. But when my master’s soul<br />
became poisoned, so, too, did theirs.”<br />
“Yet you stayed the same?” Anne Mai<br />
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“We all make our choice whether to give up<br />
hope or not,” Ping said looking at her seriously.<br />
Anne Mai hid her eyes. “And uh, were you<br />
their friend also?” she asked pointing to the other<br />
side of the wall. “To those girls over there?”<br />
“I tried to be,” Ping replied solemnly.<br />
“Can you tell me who they were, Ping?”<br />
“Daughters of rich men I think,” the little brick<br />
murmured, then decided he had better change the<br />
topic. “Well, did you come up with any ideas on how<br />
to escape?”<br />
Anne Mai again shook her head. “I wish I was<br />
a mouse,” she imagined aloud.<br />
“And where would you go if you were?”<br />
“If I were I would swim down that stream,<br />
follow it to the ocean, and then mouse-paddle away,”<br />
Anne Mai said motioning towards some trickling<br />
water outside her cell.<br />
“But what if that water doesn’t lead to the<br />
ocean?” Ping mused.<br />
“Then I’d be in real trouble, wouldn’t I?” Anne<br />
Mai laughed for the first time.<br />
All of a sudden, the sound of metal hinges<br />
squealed open down the corridor. The laughter died<br />
immediately as marching hoof beats filled the jail. It<br />
was Rammus. Anne Mai caught a glimpse of the<br />
cat’s shadow in the torchlight. Ping was right. This<br />
was no cat. The shadow looked like a gigantic<br />
horned beast with a shaggy mane that walked<br />
upright on two crooked legs.<br />
Next, there came a second set of footfall and a<br />
new figure emerged from the shadows. In lumbered<br />
a large fat man in chains. The teen studied the<br />
fellow through her jail door. He stood at least four<br />
hundred pounds and was dressed in pearly robes.<br />
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His hair was tied back in a slick ponytail, and he also<br />
wore a leather eye patch over one eye.<br />
“Wake up minions and form me a cell,”<br />
commanded Rammus. At once the bricks obeyed,<br />
assembling a new cell next to Anne Mai’s. “Get in,<br />
thief,” the Siamese cat growled. The prisoner’s<br />
shackles sprung to life like pythons and dragged<br />
him inside by his ankles. “This is what happens to<br />
gold burglars,” Rammus declared as the chains<br />
slithered away. “Irontooth, lock him in tight!”<br />
A jail door slammed shut in the fat man’s face.<br />
Rammus then strode confidently over to Anne Mai.<br />
With a grunt her empty kettle refilled with gruel.<br />
“Hey! Cat! Where’s my stew at?” the new<br />
prisoner whined.<br />
“Don’t worry yourself. You aren’t scheduled<br />
for too much starvation,” Rammus guaranteed. “My<br />
master’s going to skin you alive in the morning.<br />
And by the looks of you, that’ll take some time.”<br />
“Hey kitty,” the thief heckled again. “You<br />
come here and I’ll eat you for dinner.”<br />
The cat’s hair bristled. “Oh really? Let’s just<br />
see what I can cook you up then,” Rammus retorted,<br />
and snorted his nostrils. Thick black smoke filled<br />
the jail like volcanic ash, causing everyone to hack<br />
and cough. It took several minutes for the smoke to<br />
clear, at which time Rammus disappeared and the<br />
bricks broke into song.<br />
You’ll soon have your issues,<br />
living without your tissues.<br />
Oh how will you ever hustle,<br />
without any muscle.<br />
I’ll bet you’ll look just like an arrow,<br />
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when you’re drained of all your marrow.<br />
Oh won’t you feel so homey,<br />
all dangling and bony.<br />
The fat man gnashed his teeth resentfully.<br />
This place keeps getting stranger and stranger,<br />
Anne Mai thought. She covered her ears and forced<br />
herself to fall asleep, cruel song lyrics chanting in<br />
her mind like some nightmarish lullaby.<br />
At midnight, Anne Mai awoke to a ruckus. It<br />
was her new neighbor tossing about and muttering.<br />
All the bricks had already gone back to sleep except<br />
for one. Ping. He was watching the man closely in<br />
the dark.<br />
“I’ve never seen anyone like this character<br />
before,” the brick whispered. “Earlier I saw a strange<br />
light shooting out of his eye. But he stopped as<br />
soon as he saw me watching him.”<br />
“Why do you suppose he keeps talking to<br />
himself?” Anne Mai pondered.<br />
“Maybe he’s a madman. Nevertheless, this is<br />
the last place he should have come looking to steal,”<br />
Ping assured. “Rammus could track a dust mite in<br />
this lair. Common thieves don’t stand a chance.”<br />
“Psst,” the newest prisoner eagerly called from<br />
his cell. “Psst. Little brick. If you help me escape I’ll<br />
get you a pebble to play with,” the man offered<br />
enticingly.<br />
Ping’s face turned upside down. “If I could<br />
free anyone it would be Anne Mai,” he scolded. “And<br />
if she can’t fit through a brick hole you certainly<br />
won’t.”<br />
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The fat thief cackled in the shadows. “Well, I<br />
don’t know about that peasant girl, but a small hole<br />
is all I need.”<br />
“You look a spot plump to be a contortionist.”<br />
Ping giggled at him.<br />
With that, the large man leaned forward and<br />
removed his eye patch. Instead of an eyeball there<br />
sat a polished green orb hiding inside the socket.<br />
He plucked the thing out. Instantaneously his fatty<br />
body withered into saggy blankets of flesh.<br />
The prisoner stood up. He was now rail-thin<br />
and appeared to have aged a lifetime. His once<br />
black hairs were matted and white; his once pearly<br />
robes a worn death shroud. Anne Mai’s mouth fell<br />
agape as the bony old fellow grinned at her through<br />
jagged teeth.<br />
“Now let me prove it to you,” he screeched.<br />
“Move aside little brick and I’ll squeeze into her cell.”<br />
“You think I’m going to let you in here with<br />
Anne Mai?” Ping scoffed.<br />
“No, it’s all right. I want him to try,” Anne Mai<br />
interjected. “If he can get out he could tell my family<br />
where I am.”<br />
“Yes, of course,” the aged one rubbed his bony<br />
hands together. “But of course I could do that.”<br />
Ping reluctantly jumped out of the wall,<br />
landing on two bitty legs. A decrepit hand then<br />
popped through the open hole. Next, a shoulder, a<br />
head, a torso, and at last an entire body wormed and<br />
wiggled into Anne Mai’s cell. The thief now<br />
stretched out some seven feet tall.<br />
“Ha ha! I told you!” he shouted brashly.<br />
“Quiet. You fool,” Ping hushed and shushed.<br />
“These walls have ears. Literally.”<br />
“Who are you, Mister?” Anne Mai marveled.<br />
“Can you teach me to do that?”<br />
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“Sure. Though, it’ll take you a lifetime to<br />
perfect it,” the lanky figure shrilled loudly, causing<br />
the other bricks to stir.<br />
“Get back into your jail before anyone sees<br />
you,” Ping demanded.<br />
The old man scrabbled back through the stone<br />
hole where he had come from and the little brick<br />
refilled the wall.<br />
“Okay.” Ping cleared his throat. “If I set you<br />
free will you help Anne Mai?”<br />
The thief’s one good eye propped wide open.<br />
“Oh, I promise. I promise.” He clutched his heart. “I<br />
shall return with bowmen, and spearmen, and<br />
swordsmen atop steeds all to save this beautiful<br />
young girl. It will be exciting! Come, let’s hurry!”<br />
“Raising an army will take months – possibly<br />
years,” the brick reacted suspiciously. “Trust me,<br />
she doesn’t have that kind of time. All you need to<br />
do is take a note to her family and then lead the<br />
help back here.”<br />
“Back here? To the dragon’s lair?” The aged<br />
mongrel blinked a few times in disbelief.<br />
“You’ve heard of this dragon?” Anne Mai asked<br />
curiously.<br />
Her neighbor snickered knowingly. “But of<br />
course,” he stated matter-of-factly. “Very well. Let’s<br />
have the note.”<br />
A fearful grimace suddenly overtook Anne Mai.<br />
She had nothing with which to write a message (or<br />
much less anything to write it on). The girl looked<br />
around desperately. “Wait a second,” she said<br />
holding the trim of her nightgown. “I can use this.”<br />
She tore off the hem in a perfect ribbon.<br />
“Excellent!” Ping yipped. “And I can help you<br />
with the writing.” The brick again hopped out of the<br />
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wall. He then rubbed his blocky head against the<br />
fabric, leaving a streak of red dust.<br />
Anne Mai smiled happily.<br />
“I know some Chinese letters,” Ping continued.<br />
“But I think the message had better be in your<br />
handwriting.”<br />
“Me too,” the teen agreed. “But what should I<br />
say?”<br />
“Hmm.” Ping rubbed his face with tiny little<br />
hands. “Write your name. Tell your family you’ve<br />
been abducted and that this man is going to lead<br />
them to you.”<br />
Anne Mai wrote the note carefully and set Ping<br />
back onto the ground. The two then looked at one<br />
another in the silence, together realizing the flaw in<br />
their plan. How could they trust this stranger to<br />
deliver the note once freed?<br />
The thief’s eyeball held fixed inside the empty<br />
space in the wall, staring at the two from his cell.<br />
“All set, my friends? Let’s not waste any more time,”<br />
he said rapping his fingers impatiently.<br />
“Yes. We’re ready.” Ping winked at Anne Mai.<br />
“Now, remember our deal, Mister. You take this<br />
note to wherever she tells you. Then lead the<br />
rescuers back here.”<br />
“As surely as night follows day,” the old man<br />
vowed. “Now open a hole on that far wall and I’ll be<br />
off.”<br />
“No more than a day – at most two if you run<br />
into any troubles,” Ping warned with a small wagging<br />
finger.<br />
“Positively,” the thief promised.<br />
“Great. Now just give us that green jewel<br />
there and you’ll be on your way,” the brick added.<br />
The prisoner’s aged face curdled with outrage.<br />
“What?” he asked sinisterly.<br />
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“You know, as a token of your vow to return,”<br />
Ping clarified. “I’m sure it’s worth a fortune, and I<br />
know you’ll want to come back and collect it.”<br />
The thief recoiled into the shadows clutching<br />
his gem. “Conniving pilferers.” he spat furiously. “I<br />
see now this was all a ploy to get my pearl. You<br />
peasants will have to pry it from my cold dead skull<br />
first!”<br />
“Well, sir,” Ping persisted. “I expect that’s<br />
exactly what’ll happen tomorrow morning. I’m sure<br />
my master will just cast it into a gold crown or<br />
something. Whatever. I’m sorry we couldn’t strike a<br />
bargain.”<br />
“No, no, no. You don’t understand,” the old<br />
man sniveled pathetically. “Without my pearl I grow<br />
sick and die. Then who’s going to take that letter,<br />
hey?”<br />
“All the more reason for you to hurry back<br />
here and retrieve it.” Ping smirked cleverly.<br />
A pale hue fell over the prisoner’s face. He<br />
knew he had no choice, but to part with his jewel<br />
seemed agony for him. Slowly he reached a hand<br />
through the wall and dropped the gemstone onto<br />
the other side. “If either of you does anything to my<br />
eye,” the thief gasped with fury, “I’ll murder you<br />
both! I swear it!”<br />
“I’m not a robber, Mister,” Anne Mai said as<br />
she scooped the pearl into her hands.<br />
“Glad to hear it!” The man leered at her vilely.<br />
“Now give me the message and tell me where I’m<br />
going! QUICK!”<br />
The teen stuffed the hem of her nightgown<br />
inside the hole, where it got snatched up hastily.<br />
“1616 Harbor Boulevard,” Anne Mai answered him.<br />
“Hong Kong.”<br />
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Ping then vanished into the brickwork, only to<br />
reappear seconds later on the west wall of the old<br />
man’s cell. The brick hopped out creating a perfect<br />
hole into the corridor beyond. Like a rat the thief<br />
slithered through the tiny opening and escaped to<br />
freedom.<br />
Once in the passageway the lanky figure<br />
turned to stare at Anne Mai one more time.<br />
Inexplicably, the pearl lit up like a hot coal in her<br />
hands. The man then slinked off into the shadows.<br />
Ping quickly returned to his spot. “This is<br />
surely good luck,” the brick assured her. “You’ll<br />
soon be back with your family. You’ll see. Hope<br />
never disappoints a glad heart.”<br />
But the girl was too busy examining the pearl<br />
to listen. She could see why the man valued this<br />
jewel so highly; there was something rare in the way<br />
it lustered and sparkled.<br />
“Anne Mai, can you hear me?”<br />
“Yes, Ping,” Anne Mai answered after a pause.<br />
“Try and rest easy tonight, and sleep in good<br />
dreams if you can,” Ping encouraged her.<br />
Anne Mai placed her head down to rest but<br />
her eyes stayed open, fixed on the glowing green<br />
treasure.<br />
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KNOCK, KNOCK<br />
Lineus Leung mopped sweat off his brow and<br />
readjusted his rectangular spectacles. For ten<br />
straight hours he had been sitting in an<br />
interrogation room in the downtown Hong Kong<br />
police station. The man looked at the silver<br />
handcuffs around his wrists and at the photos of<br />
Anne Mai lying open on the table. He desperately<br />
wanted to call his wife and tell her what had<br />
happened, but how could he explain this?<br />
Just then the door to the narrow empty room<br />
opened and Chief Hsing and Detective Mag returned<br />
with another round of questions.<br />
“Where’s Lee Anne Mai?” Chief Hsing<br />
demanded, setting down a piping hot cup of tea in<br />
front of the accused.<br />
Lineus trembled and stroked his face. “I don’t<br />
know Inspector,” he panted. “I don’t even know why<br />
I’m here. I’m operations accountant for the Wu Wei<br />
Center, not a kidnapper.”<br />
The Chief crouched onto the edge of the table<br />
with a determined gleam in his eyes. “Let me see if I<br />
can help you out here,” he said patting the<br />
accountant on the shoulder. “You go to work the<br />
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other day. You see your boss’s brother. You’ve<br />
heard he’s a wealthy Taipan from America and that’s<br />
when you hatch the idea to kidnap and ransom his<br />
daughter.”<br />
“NO! NO! NO!” Lineus decried.<br />
“So you deny seeing Mr. Lee at all?” Chief<br />
Hsing sharpened his gaze like an owl in the night.<br />
“Yes. I mean no. I mean I didn’t kidnap his<br />
daughter and I don’t know who did.”<br />
“But you’re one of the only people who even<br />
knew Mr. Lee and his family were on the island,”<br />
Detective Mag spoke up from the corner, his arms<br />
crossed powerfully.<br />
“And how do you explain this?” the old Chief<br />
set Anne Mai’s gold necklace on the table in a clear<br />
evidence baggie. “It was found in your pocket on its<br />
way to Shanghai.”<br />
“That’s somebody else’s!” Lineus retorted,<br />
swabbing his damp forehead. By now the spotlights<br />
and stress had left him with a splitting headache.<br />
“It’s not mine!”<br />
“That’s the whole point, isn’t it?” Chief Hsing<br />
fired back. “This is the missing girl’s pendant, which<br />
was recovered on your person. So the only question<br />
left is what did you do with her?”<br />
“I told you already, I’ve never even met this<br />
girl.” The accountant dropped his face into his<br />
hands.<br />
“Then where’d you get the necklace?! Who<br />
gave it to you?!” Detective Mag exploded.<br />
Lineus would not say another word. The two<br />
cops huddled in the corner. Chief Hsing looked over<br />
his shoulder at a long rectangular mirror on the wall.<br />
Behind the glass, Anne Mai’s father impatiently<br />
tapped a cell phone on his chin.<br />
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After a few minutes the Inspector declared<br />
loudly, “Detective Mag, get Officer Chiang to book<br />
this liar on possession of stolen goods,” and the two<br />
policemen left the room, slamming the door closed<br />
behind them.<br />
They shortly rejoined Mr. Lee in the<br />
observation area. “Mag,” Chief Hsing grumbled<br />
under his breath. “Forget what I said. Get Chiang to<br />
bring that poor devil some breakfast instead.”<br />
“Chief Inspector,” Mag interjected hotly. “Let<br />
me go after him for two more hours. I promise he’ll<br />
give up her whereabouts.”<br />
“No,” his boss replied. “I have another job for<br />
you. Go search the department’s phone records for<br />
that call.”<br />
“The anonymous tip, sir?” the young detective<br />
raised his eyebrows.<br />
“That’s right. I want to know where that call<br />
came from and who made it.”<br />
“You think he’s telling the truth, Inspector?”<br />
Mag asked.<br />
“I just don’t want to go chasing up the wrong<br />
tree again. This time let the hounds sniff out all the<br />
trees. You know, a fox hunt, it’s a British sport.”<br />
Chief Hsing smiled.<br />
“Finding that call will take some time, sir.”<br />
“That’s why you’re going to be the Chief of<br />
Police someday, Mag.” He patted his junior officer<br />
on the shoulder.<br />
“Can I get that in writing, Chief?” Detective<br />
Mag joked.<br />
Chief Hsing shooed Mag away with his thumb,<br />
and then went and sat down next to the figure<br />
slumped in the corner.<br />
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“So, what’re we going to do with him?” Mr. Lee<br />
asked, never breaking eye contact with Lineus Leung<br />
in the next room.<br />
“Well,” Chief Hsing answered tiredly, “we’re<br />
going to process him openly as our primary suspect.<br />
But for now I say we go home.”<br />
“Home!” the father shot back fiercely. “This<br />
guy stole my daughter! I’m not going anywhere<br />
until he gives her back!”<br />
“Maybe. Maybe not,” Chief Hsing spoke<br />
calmly.<br />
“He’s got her pendant, Chief. What more do<br />
you need?”<br />
“If it’s one thing police work has taught me,<br />
Mr. Lee, it’s that first appearances can be deceiving.<br />
I knew this man’s father and his grandfather.<br />
They’re good people. Come on. We could both use<br />
some sleep.”<br />
The former Taipan felt powerless for the first<br />
time in his life. Begrudgingly, Mr. Lee agreed to<br />
depart with the Inspector, and a police cruiser<br />
picked up the two on a blustery corner out front of<br />
the station.<br />
By late evening a full storm kicked violet bolts<br />
of lightning around the sky. Inside the Chens’ seahouse,<br />
Mr. Lee and Chief Hsing waited at the kitchen<br />
table, neither having been able to nap for more than<br />
thirty minutes apiece. Occasionally a shift<br />
commander would plod in from the rain, but the<br />
news continued to be fruitless.<br />
Mr. Lee leaned back in his chair and pictured<br />
his daughter in his mind. Suddenly someone<br />
pinched his arm, startling him awake. It was his<br />
son.<br />
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“Papa,” Henry said. All the men in the room<br />
looked up from what they were doing. “Is there<br />
anything I can do to help you find Mai Mai any<br />
faster?”<br />
Mr. Lee forced a smile through his grief and<br />
plopped Henry onto his lap.<br />
“Mr. Lee,” Peter also stepped into the light.<br />
“I’d like to help out, too.”<br />
Since his daughter’s abduction the man had<br />
almost entirely forgotten about the boys. They<br />
seemed to be holding up well, though, Mr. Lee<br />
imagined they wanted to go home. But if he did that<br />
the father would have to explain why the trip had<br />
been cut short (and perhaps admit to himself that he<br />
might never see his eldest child again).<br />
“Come on. Let us help you guys out,” Walsh<br />
offered looking around. “We can reload guns, make<br />
smart bombs, whatever you officers need.”<br />
Even the gruff old Chief had to grin as he<br />
kneaded his bald head. “You looking to do<br />
something?” Chief Hsing kindly waved them over.<br />
“Sir, yes sir!” Peter and Walsh ran up and<br />
saluted affirmatively.<br />
“All right,” the Chief continued. “You see all<br />
these walkie-talkies on the table? All these carry the<br />
chatter between shift commanders. I need you lads<br />
to listen for anyone saying, H.Q.”<br />
“Does that mean headquarters, sir?” Peter<br />
wondered energetically.<br />
“No. Those are my initials,” Chief Hsing<br />
corrected. “Anytime you hear H.Q. – run that walkietalkie<br />
over to me. Hear?”<br />
The children nodded and quickly manned their<br />
posts. Chief Hsing winked at Mr. Lee, then strode<br />
over to the window and looked out at the ocean.<br />
Henry’s father watched the Inspector and rubbed his<br />
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chin thoughtfully. After a few minutes he walked<br />
over and joined the Chief.<br />
“I appreciate what you did at the harbor<br />
yesterday,” Mr. Lee began. “And for all that you’re<br />
doing for my daughter. I know this is expensive for<br />
the department. I will reimburse any cost in finding<br />
her, and grant bonuses for you and your men.”<br />
Chief Hsing only patted him on the shoulder<br />
and resumed sipping his tea.<br />
“I’ve been wrong about you, Chief,” Mr. Lee<br />
continued. “And also about my brother.”<br />
At this mention the Chief froze, his face<br />
pickling with a kind of remorse. “There’s something<br />
you need to know,” Chief Hsing murmured<br />
regretfully. “The other four Taipans have all tried to<br />
come back to Hong Kong and challenge your<br />
brother. They all came with their families, too. Each<br />
of them ended up leaving the island broken men –<br />
or worse. At the time I supported their decision to<br />
stay here, like you, to help me search for their<br />
daughters. I never found a single one of them.”<br />
Mr. Lee looked up curiously at the elderly<br />
gent. Then a sinking pain ripped through the man<br />
like a fever. “What are you suggesting, sir?” Mr. Lee<br />
reacted by banging a fist into his palm. “That my<br />
brother kidnapped these children and Anne Mai?”<br />
“No. Of course not,” the Chief clarified. “I’m<br />
just saying that maybe you should follow the ransom<br />
demands. I’m saying that I now believe money<br />
won’t bring her back. It didn’t with the others. But<br />
leaving the island might, before it’s too late.”<br />
In that instant a loud metallic KNOCK, KNOCK<br />
sounded at the door. “I’ll get it,” Walsh jumped up<br />
happily to answer the call.<br />
“NO DON’T!” all the officers screamed.<br />
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But it was too late. Walsh threw open the door<br />
just as a whip crack of lightning flashed through the<br />
entryway. Rainwater poured down in sheets and a<br />
golden cane emerged from the darkness.<br />
“Shang Sin?” Mr. Lee looked disbelievingly.<br />
Uncle Shang Sin removed a heavy raincoat and<br />
walked over to his brother. Talo entered next<br />
carrying two sopping suitcases at his side. “Brother,<br />
how could you not tell me what happened?” Uncle<br />
Shang Sin asked in a wounded tone.<br />
“You know about Anne Mai? How? I don’t<br />
understand. How did you even know I was here?”<br />
Mr. Lee questioned distrustfully.<br />
“I have my sources,” Uncle Shang Sin assured.<br />
“But this I would have preferred to hear from family.<br />
Did you really think I would refuse to help because<br />
of a feud? You need only lower your pride for once<br />
and ask. All my resources are at your disposal.”<br />
“I’d take your brother up on his offer,” Chief<br />
Hsing advised.<br />
“Good evening, Chief. I didn’t see you hiding<br />
there.” Uncle Shang Sin extended his arm for a<br />
handshake, but the Chief stuffed his hands into his<br />
pockets.<br />
“I could use your help,” Mr. Lee confessed<br />
slowly.<br />
“Of course,” Uncle Shang Sin nodded. “Now,<br />
come back to the palace. We’ll get this all sorted<br />
out.”<br />
At that moment, Henry’s mother entered the<br />
room and stood at her husband’s side. “No,” Mr. Lee<br />
said looking down at his wife. “I can’t go back with<br />
you. I have to stay here. But I could still use your<br />
help.”<br />
Uncle Shang Sin appeared to shake a bit but<br />
broke out smiling. “That’s fine,” he said clutching<br />
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his cane. “Well at least let me leave Talo behind to<br />
protect the other children while you’re here.”<br />
“I’d appreciate that.” Mr. Lee shook his twin<br />
brother’s hand gratefully.<br />
“Talo, protect these little ones at all cost,” his<br />
master instructed.<br />
The strongman nodded and stepped forward<br />
with his dripping suitcases, immediately smiling at<br />
Petey. Peter’s lips quivered over his braces.<br />
“Talo is the least I can do,” Uncle Shang Sin<br />
added. “But now onto more pressing business. Has<br />
there been any word from these kidnappers?”<br />
“Yes. There has been,” Chief Hsing spoke up.<br />
“There was a note, in gold no less, instructing that<br />
they return to the States and wait for demands.”<br />
“Hmm. I see.” Uncle Shang Sin rubbed his<br />
chin with his index finger. “I think you should follow<br />
the note’s instructions, Ming Xa. If you return home<br />
it will buy time. I’ll be your eyes and ears on the<br />
island. I’ll find your daughter.”<br />
The house waited quietly for a decision from<br />
Mr. Lee, but turmoil churned inside the man’s mind.<br />
It was impossible to know what to do next. To stay<br />
or go – neither choice could guarantee Anne Mai’s<br />
safe return.<br />
KNOCK, KNOCK! Again the door rattled and<br />
again Walsh hopped up to answer it. “I’ll get it,” he<br />
chirped cheerfully.<br />
“NO!” the officers hollered, lunging to block<br />
him.<br />
But once more the boy succeeded in throwing<br />
the door wide open. This time a dark lanky figure<br />
loomed inside the entryway.<br />
“Good evening peasants!” the stranger<br />
declared. He stood nearly seven plus feet tall and<br />
wore a wide-brimmed bamboo hat that concealed his<br />
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face. It looked as if the man had just been<br />
swimming, too, his ragged robes dripping in<br />
seawater that pooled at his feet. Indeed, the fellow<br />
even pulled out pocketfuls of live wriggling fish and<br />
handed them to Walsh. “Hold these for me, would<br />
you boy?”<br />
“Yuck.” Walsh plugged his nose.<br />
The gangly chap smirked and sauntered<br />
inside. All attention sucked to the middle of the<br />
room where he stood. “All right. Let’s see now,” the<br />
man gurgled. “I’ll need to be speaking with the<br />
family of a young girl.”<br />
“Oh? What’s this girl’s name, Mister?” Chief<br />
Hsing coolly inquired, a hand slipping down to his<br />
holster belt.<br />
The stranger pulled out a damp string of<br />
fabric and attempted to read from it. “Uh oh. It<br />
seems water may have smudged it,” he fretted.<br />
“ANTS – MITES – LICE. Anyone here know her?”<br />
Nobody said anything, but a ring of policemen<br />
started to press in around him.<br />
“Okay fine. Let me try again,” he continued<br />
hurriedly. “ANNE – MAI - LEE!”<br />
“FREEZE!” every cop in the house cried out as<br />
one.<br />
Before anyone could even blink, some twenty<br />
pistols had taken aim at the suspect.<br />
“Chill your bones!” the old man fretted. “I’m<br />
here to take you to her!”<br />
“Oh, you’re going to take us to her, pal. Put<br />
your hands behind your back. Now!” one officer<br />
commanded, approaching him with a set of<br />
handcuffs.<br />
Henry’s mom suddenly lost control. “Is she<br />
safe?” Mrs. Lee exclaimed, running out into the<br />
open.<br />
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“Safe?” The lanky character crinkled his nose.<br />
“Well, I suppose she’s safe as any teenage girl locked<br />
in a dungeon can be.”<br />
“GET HIM!” a chorus of police shouted as they<br />
rushed into the middle of the room.<br />
Mrs. Lee got thrown clear as a mêlée broke<br />
out. When the heap settled, the whiny complainer<br />
had been captured in a pair of silver restraints. But<br />
before anyone could bring him forward… SLAP –<br />
TWIST – SHIFT! The suspect stood a free man (the<br />
arresting officer locked in his own handcuffs).<br />
“You peasants are ruining everything,” the<br />
slippery trickster erupted angrily. “Just let me talk to<br />
the girl’s family.”<br />
“GO!” Chief Hsing roared as his squadron<br />
pounced yet again.<br />
This time the man was bound in several pairs<br />
of handcuffs – two for his wrists and two for his<br />
ankles. SMACK – SHUFFLE – BAM! Once more the<br />
shackles could not hold him and eight policemen<br />
now found themselves linked hand-and-foot.<br />
The dark figure grew testy, removing his<br />
bamboo hat and revealing his face for all to see.<br />
Walsh, Peter, and Henry cringed at his wrinkly<br />
features and ghastly eye patch. But Uncle Shang Sin<br />
appeared unimpressed and snapped his fingers at<br />
Talo.<br />
The giant bodyguard seized the elderly<br />
character in a powerful bear hug. Crowds of police<br />
immediately piled on top for a third attempt at<br />
capture. When he resurfaced, the intruder sat tied<br />
inside a police vest. Surely he’ll never be able get<br />
out of that, Henry mused to himself. SNAP – BEND –<br />
POP! Amazingly, the old goof now balanced atop<br />
Talo’s shoulders, mounds of cops tied beneath him.<br />
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“Everyone stop!” Chief Hsing shrieked. The<br />
Chief had seen enough and cocked his revolver at<br />
the grinning sneak. “Where’s the girl?”<br />
“That’s simple,” the stranger explained. “She’s<br />
with the Gold Dragon of Hong Kong in a nest where<br />
the beast sleeps on a mountain of treasure.”<br />
Uncle Shang Sin’s lip curled with anger.<br />
“Get yourself down on the floor. You’re under<br />
arrest,” Chief Hsing instructed with a finger.<br />
“Who do you think you are, peasant, ordering<br />
me around like that? I’m not some mangy dog.”<br />
The two old men locked gazes, each daring<br />
the other to flinch. Every passing second added<br />
heat to the standoff, like logs into an inferno.<br />
Suddenly the front door flung open and Grandma<br />
and Grandpa Chen strolled in carrying dinner.<br />
Grandpa Chen dropped the ducks in his hand and<br />
pulled his wife to safety. KABLAM! A bottle of stinky<br />
smoke exploded on the floor and the house erupted<br />
into a shouting chaos.<br />
Chief Hsing dove after the suspected<br />
kidnapper, but came up empty. Pushing through a<br />
tangle of bodies, the Chief saw a dark cloak<br />
scurrying towards the corner. He caught a gawky<br />
white limb just as it tried slithering out a vent in the<br />
wall.<br />
“I said you’re under arrest!” Chief Hsing<br />
grunted, wrestling the appendage back inside. But<br />
the leg withered like a wet leaf and slipped through<br />
his fingers. The Chief could not believe it. He<br />
stared at his hands with confusion, brushing smoke<br />
away from his eyes.<br />
Within minutes two divisions of police boots<br />
and flashlights were combing the neighborhood, but<br />
without any luck. As quickly as the intruder had<br />
appeared, he had vanished into the night.<br />
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The next morning, Ping and Anne Mai were<br />
both in cheerful moods – smiling, telling jokes, and<br />
even playing tic-tac-toe on the cellblock floor. Hope<br />
shone across Anne Mai’s face as she cradled the<br />
green pearl between her fingers. In her mind the<br />
teen imagined the note being delivered to her father<br />
and an army of rescuers racing to save her.<br />
The tiny brick then started making faces,<br />
pretending to talk in the old thief’s whiny voice.<br />
First I’m fat and then I’m thin,<br />
look at me I’ve got eight chins.<br />
I bend and crawl and call you peasant,<br />
some might say I’m not too pleasant.<br />
First I’m young and then I’m old,<br />
stupid me I stole some gold.<br />
I spit and curse with one good eye,<br />
cause I lost one to Anne Mai.<br />
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Anne Mai held her sides to keep from laughing<br />
out loud. “Ping, you’re the best,” she amused.<br />
“What if I take you home with me?” Ping shook his<br />
head.<br />
“I don’t want to be away from my family any<br />
more than you do,” he replied.<br />
Anne Mai straightened up upon hearing this.<br />
But before she could utter another word, one of the<br />
other bricks sneezed loudly and awoke with a snort.<br />
“Eh? What? What’s this? Where’s the other<br />
prisoner?” the ugly little face snarled upon seeing<br />
the empty cell next to Anne Mai’s.<br />
At that moment another brick woke, then<br />
another, and another, and soon the jail became a<br />
shrieking riot. “A prisoner’s escaped! Oh woe is us!<br />
A prisoner’s escaped!” They wailed and wailed.<br />
Rammus charged inside the passageway.<br />
“What’s this racket about?!” he demanded.<br />
“Oh, Rammus! Run quick and tell the master!<br />
A prisoner’s escaped us!” the bricks continued to<br />
shrill.<br />
Rammus examined the empty chamber<br />
through razor-thin yellow eyes. “Someone will pay.<br />
Someone will pay,” he hissed with fury. The cat’s<br />
shadow grew large and bestial across the walls. “No<br />
prisoner has ever escaped me, you imbeciles!<br />
Speak! I want answers!”<br />
“Oh, sir,” said the brick who had bitten Anne<br />
Mai. “That fat man was here when we all went to<br />
sleep last night. It couldn’t have been us bricks.”<br />
“Yeah,” agreed another. “It must have been<br />
Irontooth that done it.” The ugly little brick pointed<br />
an accusatory finger towards the empty cell door.<br />
“IRONTOOTH! IRONTOOTH’S TO BLAME!” all<br />
the bricks began clamoring.<br />
Ping sank back into the shadows afraid.<br />
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“Well, Irontooth, you never were as reliable as<br />
Lockjaw.” Rammus scowled. The metal door began<br />
to rattle nervously on its hinges as the cat started<br />
chanting into the air.<br />
“AIIEEE!” Irontooth cried out painfully. With a<br />
GARGLE – GARGLE – GLUG – GLUG, he melted into a<br />
metallic puddle on the floor.<br />
After this, Rammus leered suspiciously at all<br />
the bricks. “Guards!” he roared and gave a short<br />
whistle under his whiskers.<br />
Anne Mai heard a heavy stomping and<br />
clomping inside the passage; it sounded like<br />
hammers falling on metal.<br />
“Uh oh,” Ping whispered.<br />
“What is that?” Anne Mai asked him.<br />
“Skeleton Keys!”<br />
Into the torchlight they came marching – six<br />
foot tall, living skeleton keys. They carried shields<br />
and spears, bows and swords, helmets and armor;<br />
all of them polished as gold as the sun. Standing<br />
ferociously at attention, the soldiers bowed.<br />
“Stand lookout here,” Rammus ordered. “No<br />
one is to come in or out.”<br />
The guards nodded obediently and the jailer<br />
turned to check on his last remaining prisoner.<br />
Then, with a sharp stutter, the cat instantly caught<br />
sight of Anne Mai’s missing hemline. The teen tried<br />
to hide her nightgown between her knees but it was<br />
too late.<br />
“Lost something, did we?” Rammus snarled<br />
baring his fangs. “You helped that fat thief ESCAPE!”<br />
“Oh no, sir!” Ping panicked. “It wasn’t her…”<br />
“LET ME IN, LOCKJAW!” Rammus demanded.<br />
The jail door swung open and the cat stormed<br />
inside the cell. Sharp black claws popped open in<br />
front of Anne Mai.<br />
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“Run Anne Mai!” Ping shouted desperately as<br />
the four-legged terror sprang at her face.<br />
The girl ducked and Rammus went sailing<br />
overhead, splattering hard onto the back wall. Anne<br />
Mai broke past Lockjaw and sprinted into the<br />
hallway.<br />
“SHE’S ESCAPING! SEIZE HER!” all the other<br />
bricks bellowed.<br />
Immediately, four Skeleton Keys drew swords<br />
and lunged at the fleeing prisoner. Ping leapt from<br />
the wall and tripped the attackers, sending each one<br />
spilling over the next like dominoes.<br />
“Get out of here!” Ping begged.<br />
Anne Mai did not look back. She dove down a<br />
drainage shoot having no clue as to where it would<br />
lead. Ping then looked up. Rammus towered over<br />
him, his monstrous shape now revealed. A mighty<br />
hoof rose into the air and smashed the courageous<br />
brick.<br />
Anne Mai spiraled in total darkness and fear,<br />
slipping down a mossy slope; the more she<br />
struggled, the faster she went. But at last a glow<br />
appeared at the end of the channel. Her body shot<br />
into an abyss and plunged several stories.<br />
SPLOOSH! The next thing the teen knew she<br />
had fallen into water so hot she felt like she was in a<br />
bathtub. Anne Mai swam to the surface and gasped<br />
for air. Her head bobbed up-and-down inside a<br />
cavernous domed chamber. The entire floor was a<br />
steaming lake. Looking up, the girl saw an arching<br />
roof peppered with holes. Each one drained out like<br />
a tiny waterfall.<br />
Anne Mai began swimming towards a far-off<br />
shoreline. Suddenly, she heard a heavy SPLASH<br />
behind her. More followed quickly: SPLASH –<br />
SPLASH – SPLASH! The Skeleton Keys had found her,<br />
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pouring out of the rooftop like thousands of gold<br />
coins into a fountain. Her pursuers chopped<br />
through the water – a golden wave of wrath. But<br />
Anne Mai was much lighter and pulled away from<br />
them easily.<br />
After a furious swim her feet touched upon a<br />
sandy shore. Here, hundreds of tunnels encircled a<br />
grand cavern wall. Anne Mai randomly slipped into<br />
one and made her way along the passage. Vapors of<br />
steam sizzled in the air, hissing through crags like<br />
angry snakes. After a series of blind turns the<br />
teenager found something quite unexpected – a<br />
small room.<br />
Inside, a dusty shaft of light shone on a<br />
doorway of rice paper. But the door led absolutely<br />
nowhere. It was just a thin frame standing in the<br />
center of the room. Gently, Anne Mai slid the panel<br />
open and saw a whole new room waiting on the<br />
other side.<br />
“This makes no sense,” Anne Mai whispered to<br />
herself. “Perhaps it’s only an illusion.” Rapidly, the<br />
clanging of metal armor echoed down the tunnel.<br />
The hunters had found her. Without thinking, Anne<br />
Mai stepped into the rice paper doorway.<br />
BOOF! She teleported to the other room. But<br />
the sound of jingling Skeleton Keys sounded even<br />
louder here. Across the way Anne Mai glimpsed<br />
another rice paper portal and hastily jumped<br />
through it.<br />
BOOF! She now found herself in a hallway of<br />
gray stonework, with three more floating portals in<br />
the center. A dreadful noise scratched the walls<br />
behind her. CLING – CLANG – CHING! Anne Mai<br />
turned just in time to see a row of soldiers reaching<br />
out for her. She threw herself into another of the<br />
portals.<br />
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BOOF! Then BOOF again! Then BOOF, BOOF,<br />
BOOF, some more! Anne Mai leapt into any rice<br />
paper portal she saw, one right after another, with<br />
never a thought as to where she would eventually<br />
end up. Finally, the girl fell, exhausted and panting.<br />
Anne Mai parted her bangs to see where she<br />
was; only she could scarcely believe her eyes. A<br />
towering city of portal doors stood before her -<br />
millions of them. Here stood level upon level of<br />
bridges, towers, and houses all covered in rice-paper<br />
portals.<br />
Anne Mai scurried into the city’s open<br />
courtyard, but nobody looked to be home. It<br />
appeared completely abandoned. Who could<br />
possibly live here? she wondered, and sifted some<br />
sand from the ground between her palms. But it did<br />
not feel like sand at all. It felt more like flakes of<br />
metal. In fact, the entire city was made from the<br />
same golden flecks. A sinking feeling began to tug<br />
at Anne Mai’s insides as she surveyed the scene.<br />
“Gold city… gold soldiers,” she murmured.<br />
The girl hopped to her feet as something moved<br />
beneath her. A gilded scorpion came digging up<br />
from the sand, and in an instant the place was<br />
swarming with them. Anne Mai fled inside the city.<br />
But just as she reached one of the city’s countless<br />
portals, a Skeleton Key soldier marched out. Soon<br />
Skeleton Keys began pouring out of every portal in<br />
sight – every portal but one.<br />
High above everything, one portal-door sat<br />
unguarded. It hovered over a floating staircase of<br />
blue bricks, and not a single soldier stood within a<br />
hundred yards of it. Clearly, this could be her<br />
chance. Anne Mai dashed away, both skittering<br />
scorpions and clattering Skeleton Keys giving chase.<br />
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The teenager reached the stairs and shot up<br />
like a bullet. With every step one of the little blue<br />
bricks would shout, “get off my face,” or, “watch<br />
where you’re stepping.” Anne Mai fixed her eyes on<br />
the single portal at the top and started through it.<br />
BOOF! She found herself in a long dank<br />
corridor that contained four smooth, reddish<br />
chambers. Here, a large silver window ran the<br />
length of the wall, and more than that, there were<br />
people on the other side of it. Bankers and<br />
businessmen, elevators and fountains – it was an<br />
actual normal place.<br />
Anne Mai ran to the window and pounded on<br />
it with her fists. “Hello! Hello! Help me, please!”<br />
she shouted anxiously. But none of the people paid<br />
any attention. Can’t they hear me? she wondered.<br />
Abruptly, the girl realized she could barely hear<br />
herself. There was not a trace of echo. It was as if<br />
this place ate sound.<br />
“Foolish, foolish,” a voice called out.<br />
Anne Mai turned and shrieked. Behind her<br />
Rammus swished his charcoal tail. With a CLIP-<br />
CLOP, CLIP-CLOP he stepped into the light.<br />
“It’s not a window, little one. It’s a mirror,”<br />
the cat instructed.<br />
“A mirror, sir?” Anne Mai asked hesitantly.<br />
“From here my master can tell which of those<br />
persons is lying.”<br />
“How can a mirror tell who’s lying?” the teen<br />
asked again, backing away slowly.<br />
“Because that mirror’s a liar, too. And don’t<br />
bother running again.”<br />
Anne Mai froze dead in her tracks. “Did you<br />
think I’d build an escape route in the dungeon?”<br />
Rammus continued. “You’ve run yourself into the<br />
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one place even Skeleton Keys won’t dare to go – the<br />
very heart of the dragon’s lair.”<br />
But dragon or not, Anne Mai had no intention<br />
of ever going back to her cell. She bolted down the<br />
passageway as Rammus gave a terrible ROAR!<br />
Sprinting as fast as she could, the girl wound up at a<br />
dead end, and here she saw them again – those<br />
blood red curtains from her dream. Rammus closed<br />
in from the opposite end and trapped her.<br />
The Siamese cat began to buck and snarl. All<br />
of a sudden, Rammus’ true form erupted. He looked<br />
like a drooling bull at the face, but had a lion’s mane<br />
and stood upright on two cloven hooves. Rising to<br />
over eight feet tall, the savage beast stamped and<br />
charged his prey.<br />
Anne Mai could only accept her fate as the<br />
minotaur’s pointed horns galloped towards her…<br />
CRASH!<br />
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“MAI MAI!” Henry awoke straight up in his<br />
sleeping bag. The boy looked around his<br />
grandparent’s spare bedroom. Peter and Walsh were<br />
still snoring on the floor next to him. He got up,<br />
stepped over them, and bolted out the door.<br />
In the hallway he ran into Talo who was<br />
standing watch over their room. Without a word,<br />
Henry sprinted past him and went directly to his<br />
parent’s room. Here he found his mother sitting<br />
alone in bed. His father had left early that morning<br />
to comb the city with Chief Hsing (both determined<br />
to find the suspect from the night before).<br />
“Mama,” Henry whispered with some effort.<br />
The woman could see her son shivering and<br />
beckoned him to come to her. “Are you all right?”<br />
she asked the child as he melted into her arms.<br />
“In my dream I saw Anne Mai.” Henry<br />
murmured.<br />
“I know. I did too,” his mother responded<br />
softly.<br />
“No Mama. In my dream she was hurt. Then I<br />
saw her die.” Mrs. Lee squeezed her eyes shut.<br />
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“Don’t say that, Henry. It’s just a nightmare<br />
from everything that’s been happening,” she<br />
comforted. “It’s only five o’clock. Why don’t you try<br />
sleeping some more? This time dream about Papa<br />
bringing Mai Mai home.”<br />
The boy walked away slowly and closed the<br />
door. When he had gone the woman cupped her<br />
hand to her mouth and broke into tears.<br />
Henry made his way back down the hall.<br />
Talo’s eyes were fixed on him, and for the first time,<br />
it appeared like the big man might say something.<br />
But his lips did not budge as the youngster slipped<br />
by.<br />
Henry shut the door behind him, making sure<br />
not to disturb Walsh and Peter. He lay back on his<br />
pillow and sighed. I wish I could help you Mai Mai,<br />
he thought.<br />
Suddenly, an odd scent of raw fish filled the<br />
room, and a clammy hand locked over his mouth.<br />
The boy struggled and kicked, knocking both his<br />
friends in the head as he did.<br />
“Hey. Watch it, Henry,” Peter grunted putting<br />
on his glasses.<br />
“Yeah,” Walsh mumbled with a wide yawn.<br />
“And Buttums’ socks stink. Would somebody please<br />
open a window?”<br />
“MMPH!” Henry uttered through the tight grip<br />
around his throat.<br />
The sleepy lumps finally opened their eyes.<br />
“KIDNAP…” Walsh and Peter’s voices were cut short,<br />
nabbed by the same gangly intruder (his one good<br />
eye darting from side to side like a wild man).<br />
“Shh, peasants,” he hushed. Henry acted<br />
calmly, nodding through the slimy stranglehold.<br />
The man slowly released the boys to breathe.<br />
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“What do you want from us?” Peter squeaked<br />
like a leaky balloon.<br />
“I promise I’m not going to hurt you.” The<br />
dark figure trembled. “I’m here to take you to her.<br />
You must believe me. I’m not dangerous. She’s in<br />
danger.”<br />
“It’s a trick,” Walsh exclaimed. “He’s trying to<br />
kidnap us, too.”<br />
“No. Wait. I can prove it to you.” The old man<br />
smiled a near toothless grin. “I have a note. See.<br />
Here.” He pulled a wad of fabric from his pocket.<br />
Most of the letters were waterlogged and smeared,<br />
but Henry noticed something familiar about the<br />
signature.<br />
MaI Mai<br />
“That’s my sister’s nickname,” Henry uttered<br />
in shock.<br />
“Yes. I was a prisoner with her,” the cloaked<br />
stranger hissed in a raspy voice. “But I escaped.<br />
Then, because I like her so much, I begged her to<br />
make a note and swam here to deliver it. Then…”<br />
“They tried to arrest you for it,” Henry<br />
remembered.<br />
“Indeed.” The man wiped a tear from his eye.<br />
“Oh, the cruelty I’ll suffer for a friend.”<br />
The boys now looked at him with pity – almost<br />
with heroic regard.<br />
“He was trying to help her all along,” Peter<br />
said, patting the man’s bony shoulder.<br />
“And now the whole island thinks he’s the<br />
kidnapper,” Walsh shook his head.<br />
“I’m used to such injustice,” the lanky one<br />
groaned glumly.<br />
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“We’re so sorry. How can we help you?” Henry<br />
asked. The old man looked up keenly.<br />
“Well, my blessed childrens,” he patted their<br />
hands, “I need just a bit of time to go and arrange<br />
some things. Then we’ll go together and save her.”<br />
The ten-year-olds stared at each other<br />
fearfully.<br />
“Mister,” Peter’s voice quivered, “can you tell<br />
us where we’d be going first?”<br />
“Of course,” he chirped. “But you must swear<br />
on your mothers’ eyes you won’t tell anyone. You’re<br />
the only ones who believe me.”<br />
“We swear,” they three boys said at once.<br />
“Excellent,” the man said as he climbed to the<br />
bedroom window and summoned them with a<br />
gnarled finger. He then pointed at three peaks on<br />
the horizon. It was the Wu Wei Towers. “There is<br />
the dragon’s lair; where we must go to save your<br />
sister.”<br />
A cold silence hung in the air. Then a KNOCK,<br />
KNOCK, KNOCK sounded at the door.<br />
“Boys?” Grandma Chen’s voice called out.<br />
“Be here when I come for you,” the lanky<br />
character whispered under his hooded shawl.<br />
“Wait!” The boys all jumped after him, but the<br />
visitor vanished out the windowsill just as the<br />
bedroom door opened.<br />
“Can’t sleep? I’ve got hot congee and pork<br />
buns,” Grandma Chen said holding out a steaming<br />
tray. She then sniffed the air a few times. “Boys, I<br />
think it’s time to do your laundry today.”<br />
Time dribbled away. For most of the morning<br />
the three boys sat in their room staring at the huge<br />
building on the horizon. No one could find any<br />
words to describe what they were feeling. Even<br />
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when lunch came nobody took a bite. Peter finally<br />
gasped and flushed the color of his red hair.<br />
“I can’t take it anymore,” he wheezed. “I got<br />
to tell somebody.” The chubby boy rose to his feet,<br />
but his two companions pounced on him.<br />
“No. We swore on our mothers’ eyes we<br />
wouldn’t tell,” Walsh implored, “and you know he<br />
needs one.”<br />
“I’m sorry, guys. I, I, I can’t wait anymore.<br />
The suspense is going to give me gas,” Peter<br />
whimpered, stretching a hand for the doorknob.<br />
“Petey, Petey, Petey. Calm down,” Henry<br />
shushed placing a finger to his lips. “Think about it.<br />
What are you going to say? If the police didn’t<br />
believe him they sure aren’t going to believe us.”<br />
“That’s right,” Walsh agreed. “Even if he had<br />
left the note, we’re still just kids.”<br />
“But, but, but…” Peter finally wilted. “How<br />
much longer do we have to wait?”<br />
“It’s five o’clock Hong Kong time,” his blonde<br />
friend replied glancing at his wristwatch. “And we<br />
don’t know exactly when he’ll be back.”<br />
“Wait a second!” Henry’s eyes lit up like stars.<br />
“What, what, what? Tell us,” Peter squealed.<br />
“Well,” Henry cleared his throat. “That old<br />
man said don’t TELL anyone, but he never said don’t<br />
DO anything.” The boy pointed at the shining<br />
metallic backpack sitting in the corner.<br />
Walsh smiled with surprise. “Bot-Bot.”<br />
“Of course.” Peter smacked his own forehead.<br />
“I completely forgot why we even came to Hong<br />
Kong with everything that’s been happening.”<br />
The three quickly huddled together around<br />
their science fair project.<br />
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“All right. Now here’s what we’re going to<br />
do,” Henry began. “We slip Bot-Bot into that building<br />
and remote operate him from back here.”<br />
Walsh shook ecstatically. “We’re going to be<br />
heroes.”<br />
“We can find Mai Mai, prove the old man’s<br />
innocent, and best of all, do it from the safety of this<br />
very room,” Henry added with a wink.<br />
“You’re like a kid genius, Henry,” Peter<br />
cheered.<br />
“You just remember that when I dethrone you<br />
as class valedictorian this year, Petey,” Henry joked<br />
cleverly.<br />
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The next morning, Henry, Walsh, and Peter sat<br />
completely stoic at the Chens’ breakfast table,<br />
looking almost painfully constipated in their efforts<br />
to appear inconspicuous. But with the police busy<br />
passing around a new sketch of the elusive old man,<br />
(a flier that now hung from every telephone pole in<br />
the city) the boys’ odd behavior went completely<br />
unnoticed.<br />
“I’ll see you this evening, Dear,” Mr. Lee said<br />
rising from the table. “And I’ll call you at noon.” He<br />
joined Grandpa Chen and Chief Hsing at the door<br />
and the three men left for another day of searching.<br />
Peter then motioned to the bedroom with his<br />
eyes, and the boys quietly excused themselves from<br />
the table. Once inside the room they locked the<br />
door and got down to business.<br />
“Okay,” Henry began. “Petey and I were<br />
talking late last night and, well, there’s a kink in our<br />
plan.”<br />
“Right,” Peter continued. “We’re going to need<br />
to plant Bot-Bot inside the building ourselves.”<br />
“What are you talking about?” Walsh objected.<br />
“You said we’d be able to do this whole thing from<br />
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this very room. Can’t we just remote operate Bot-<br />
Bot over to the towers?”<br />
“We could. His receivers do have the range,”<br />
Peter explained confidently. “But…”<br />
“But,” Henry interjected, “the chances Bot-Bot<br />
makes it without being seen – we just can’t risk him<br />
getting picked up along the way.”<br />
“Plus this way we save a ton of battery power,”<br />
Peter agreed excitedly. “So we go over this<br />
afternoon, stuff Bot-Bot inside a lavatory garbage or<br />
something, then tonight…”<br />
“After the building closes,” Henry interrupted<br />
again, “we can operate Bot-Bot inside the building<br />
from here.”<br />
“Whatever.” Walsh sighed and threw up his<br />
hands. “So how are we going to get out of the<br />
house without being seen ourselves?”<br />
“Simple,” Henry and Peter chorused together.<br />
“Sorry. After you please, Henry.” Peter dipped<br />
his head apologetically.<br />
“Thank you. Simple. We just tell everyone<br />
we’re taking a nap. Then we slip in and out of that<br />
window. We’ll be back before anyone sees we’re<br />
gone.”<br />
The boys linked hands over their science fair<br />
project and wordlessly settled on the plan.<br />
By half past eleven, the boys were all suited up<br />
in their neon Kung Fu costumes. At a quarter to<br />
twelve, Henry had alerted everyone in the house that<br />
they were taking a nap and not to bother them. And<br />
by high noon, Peter was the last of the three to<br />
wiggle his backside out the bedroom windowsill.<br />
From the house the youngsters snuck two<br />
blocks to a busy intersection and began flagging for<br />
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a taxi. But perhaps due to their garish attire, or<br />
possibly just because of their age, no one stopped.<br />
“Well this stinks royally,” Peter squealed,<br />
brushing a cool ocean breeze from his face.<br />
“Hey boy,” a voice suddenly called behind<br />
them. Henry, Walsh, and Peter turned and saw a<br />
sinewy Chinese teenager sitting in a rickshaw. “You<br />
want ride? Twenty-five dollar each mile,” he winked<br />
helpfully.<br />
“Well that sounds like a deal,” Walsh nodded<br />
and he and his friends jumped inside the carriage.<br />
The driver hopped onto the street, grabbed<br />
two long poles, and lifted the wheeled cart under his<br />
arms. “So where you go?” he asked.<br />
“There.” Henry pointed towards the Wu Wei<br />
Towers.<br />
Immediately they were whisked away. After<br />
three brief miles the vehicle arrived out front of a<br />
grand arching entrance.<br />
“Okay, seventy-five dollar, please,” the<br />
rickshaw operator smiled (having not even broken a<br />
sweat).<br />
Walsh handed him two fifties and the young<br />
man sped off. “Doesn’t anybody in this town ever<br />
make change?” Walsh shrugged.<br />
“Come on,” Henry urged and the boys started<br />
up the long pathway of black marble.<br />
As they drew closer to the complex Peter<br />
began to ponder the moment. “Do you really believe<br />
Anne Mai’s in there?” he said cradling Bot-Bot inside<br />
his yellow shirt.<br />
Henry would not answer.<br />
“Well, that’s what we’re here to find out.”<br />
Walsh finally spoke up after a long silence.<br />
Without another word the tiny figures trekked<br />
to the foot of the golden glass superstructure. From<br />
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here they resolutely strode into the doors of Tower<br />
One. Not one minute later a Navy soldier and a bank<br />
manager quickly escorted the three from the<br />
building.<br />
“But I don’t understand. We’re just going to<br />
the bathroom?” Walsh complained, his face now the<br />
color of his red jumpsuit. “Henry, tell them we’re<br />
just going wee-wee!”<br />
“No children allowed,” the businessman said<br />
without needing any translation. “Go and play in the<br />
street, kid.” The two adults marched away as the<br />
youngsters fretted and fumed.<br />
“Well, I’m out of ideas,” Peter confessed.<br />
“How’s this going to work if they won’t even let us in<br />
there.”<br />
“That’s how!” Henry eagerly directed his<br />
friends’ attention towards the Wu Wei docks. The<br />
boys saw hundreds of men offloading crates from<br />
humongous tankers. “We’ll let those guys deliver<br />
Bot-Bot into the building for us.”<br />
Together they snuck over to a lofty chain-link<br />
gate and peeped inside. The area sat crammed with<br />
dockworkers crisscrossing to and fro, but also<br />
offered plenty of hiding places, too.<br />
“I don’t think this fence is going to be a<br />
problem,” Walsh whispered, spitting into his palms<br />
and rubbing them together.<br />
“You don’t have to climb it,” Peter rolled his<br />
eyes. “The gate’s open, genius! LOOK!”<br />
Sure enough, the gate stood open some sixty<br />
feet so a convoy of forklifts could drive in and out.<br />
“The fence isn’t the problem, guys,” Henry<br />
murmured. “They’re the problem.” He gestured<br />
toward some twenty racing bikes parked along the<br />
dockside, menacing riders atop each. Through dark<br />
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sunglasses the young thugs oversaw the entire<br />
harbor, sneering at whoever came near.<br />
“It’s those punks from New Year’s. I can take<br />
‘em,” Walsh promised, jabbing at the air as though<br />
he could fight like the dickens.<br />
“Oh, please, Walker. You quit Karate after<br />
yellow belt,” Peter retorted.<br />
All of a sudden, Henry grabbed Bot-Bot and<br />
darted away before either of his friends could object.<br />
Henry then sprinted through the open gate and ran<br />
inside the dockyard, crouching behind a stack of<br />
wooden crates. The boy licked his lips nervously,<br />
unsure of his next move. But suddenly a loud BANG<br />
exploded right behind his ear as a growling forklift<br />
began loading the boxes directly behind him.<br />
“HENRY!” Walsh cried out urgently, but Peter<br />
covered his mouth.<br />
The forklift drove off and left a scattered mess<br />
– only no sign of Henry. Without thinking, Peter and<br />
Walsh ran over and started digging for their fallen<br />
companion. A small pair of hands quickly reached<br />
up for them.<br />
“Duck down before you’re seen,” Henry<br />
flustered, his face now quite dirty.<br />
“PHEW,” his two companions said patting each<br />
other on the back.<br />
However, the relief did not live long. The<br />
forklift dumped its load inside a cavernous<br />
warehouse and returned to pick up the rest of the<br />
stack.<br />
“Hurry, you guys!” Peter exclaimed.<br />
Together the three began trying to pry the lid<br />
off one of the crates.<br />
“It’s stuck!” Henry strained.<br />
“THE THING! THE THING! GET THE THING!”<br />
Walsh breathlessly motioned towards a crowbar<br />
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strapped to the side of the crate. Using the tool, the<br />
lid easily popped free. Inside were neatly packed,<br />
metal desks. “Hey, cool. What’s this stuff for?”<br />
Walsh pondered aloud.<br />
“WHO CARES!” his friends screamed as the<br />
noisy machine came barreling down the tarmac.<br />
Henry tossed Bot-Bot inside the crate and<br />
slammed the lid shut. Just as the three ducked the<br />
forklift arrived and scooped everything away. When<br />
the dust settled the youngsters were all covered in<br />
filth. Still the mission looked to be a success as the<br />
crate lumbered into the warehouse.<br />
“Let’s get out of here before we’re seen,”<br />
Henry sighed heavily.<br />
But it was already too late. A large hefty<br />
gangster in colorful bandanas stepped over them,<br />
grinned, and began hollering at the top of his lungs.<br />
A mad chase broke out. But the overweight<br />
thug could not catch up. Sadly, neither could Peter.<br />
Revving engines sounded everywhere as motorcycles<br />
flashed across the wharf. Walsh ran back and<br />
retrieved Peter, dragging him and Henry into a busy<br />
street of bicycles and taxicabs. Weaving between<br />
honking traffic, the boys skidded down a side street.<br />
“Okay. Where to, Henry?” Walsh asked panting<br />
and heaving.<br />
His friend looked around at several Chinese<br />
signs. “Uh, maybe, err…” instantly five motorcycles<br />
whizzed past a back alley.<br />
“Better decide QUICK!” Walsh screamed in a<br />
hush, his eyes the size of Frisbees.<br />
“Well, that sign says Moon Pie House – more or<br />
less…” Henry scratched his head. “Maybe it’s some<br />
kind of bakery.”<br />
“Good. I’m hungry anyway.” Peter rubbed his<br />
tummy.<br />
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The boys snuck in under the sign’s backdoor.<br />
Once inside, the three youngsters passed down a<br />
dark hallway. Techno-pop music got stronger and<br />
stronger as they went. At the end stood a doorway<br />
of hanging beads.<br />
Peter peeked through. “Hey, I think it’s going<br />
to be okay,” he whispered back to them. “They’re all<br />
girls, and they’ve got a phone. Maybe we can call<br />
for a cab or something.”<br />
Henry, Walsh, and Peter slowly walked into the<br />
open. They were in a large industrial room filled<br />
with bright strobe lights, televisions, and billiard<br />
tables. The girls were all dressed in dark pants with<br />
white tee shirts. Suddenly the loud music died and<br />
all attention fixed on the three small figures<br />
standing in the middle of the room.<br />
“Better let me handle this, guys.” Walsh<br />
winked. “Hello, the name’s Walker. I’m new in<br />
town. I was hoping one of you beautiful ladies<br />
might have a telephone I could borrow.”<br />
Henry tapped him on the shoulder and<br />
pointed at a row of sleek motorcycle helmets setting<br />
in the corner. “Um, maybe we’ll just go find<br />
someplace else, huh Walshy?” Henry advised.<br />
But the girls rapidly formed a tight circle, drew<br />
the blinds, and pulled out switchblades. In a flash,<br />
Walsh, Peter, and Henry were pinned against a<br />
billiard table. The young ladies scoffed at them<br />
through blood-red lipstick. But things were just<br />
about to get worse.<br />
The sound of motorcycle engines revved<br />
outside. SLAM! The front door flew open and in<br />
walked the Chinese motorcycle gang. Their stocky<br />
leader moved to the front and said something in<br />
Cantonese. Grabbing a blade from one of the girls<br />
he taunted Walsh with it.<br />
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GULP. The blonde swallowed what he thought<br />
would be his last, and…<br />
GRRRRRRR! Everyone froze and looked back<br />
over their shoulder. The sunlight from the doorway<br />
became blotted out by a huge mass in a bolo. Talo.<br />
The bodyguard’s gaze locked onto the helpless boys<br />
like a mother grizzly to a wounded cub.<br />
Violence erupted. Bodies of young men flew<br />
across the room. Windows smashed, mirrors<br />
shattered, and pool cues snapped like broken bones.<br />
The young women trembled, not wanting to end up<br />
like their men. One with especially long hair pulled<br />
a razor from her boot and held it at Walsh’s neck.<br />
Talo stopped. Growing enraged the giant<br />
began inhaling air like a vacuum. His suit bulged<br />
and buckled around his vein-riddled neck. Buttons<br />
bulleted off his shirt and collar. RIP! The<br />
bodyguard’s muscled chest burst threw his jacket.<br />
Screaming like banshees the Chinese girls ran<br />
out the back of the building, a few of their men<br />
stumbling behind. Talo then glared at the boys with<br />
fire in his eyes.<br />
“I think we were a lot safer with the biker<br />
chicks.” Walsh quivered.<br />
“Wait, Mr. Talo. I, I, I, can explain everything,”<br />
Peter blubbered. “See, that really old man came<br />
back and…”<br />
“Fun, Talo,” Henry said pinching Peter’s lips.<br />
“We only snuck out to have a little fun. Things have<br />
been so terrible lately we just wanted to have some<br />
fun. Do you know what that word means? Fun?”<br />
The boys were not sure he knew what any<br />
words meant.<br />
“Mm,” Talo rumbled and lifted the three into<br />
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“It’s over! He’s going to crush us!” Peter<br />
yelped.<br />
But he did not crush them at all. Talo perched<br />
the children atop his powerful shoulders and trekked<br />
around the room making a HOO-HOO, WHOO-WHOO<br />
sound, his oversized hand pumping in midair.<br />
“What’s he doing?” Henry wondered anxiously.<br />
“He’s playing with us.” Walsh smiled. “I think<br />
he’s trying to cheer us up.”<br />
“Oh yeah. He’s playing Choo-Choo Train. My<br />
dad used to play this with me when I was a baby,”<br />
Peter agreed.<br />
The bodyguard tickled Peter’s ribcage, causing<br />
him to giggle.<br />
Later that afternoon Talo walked into the<br />
Chens’ seaside house, still chugging like an old<br />
steam engine. But here the fun ended. The three<br />
boys on his back were met with a roomful of panicstricken<br />
stares.<br />
“Where have you been?” Mrs. Lee cried out<br />
(half in shock and half in relief).<br />
The children climbed off Talo and huddled<br />
together.<br />
“Uh, out playing,” Henry answered guiltily,<br />
which sparked an avalanche of hysteria.<br />
“With everything that’s happened you go<br />
wandering the streets alone?!” Grandpa Chen fumed.<br />
“Did you know we’ve all been out searching<br />
for you today?!” Chief Hsing took his turn to be<br />
outraged.<br />
“Yeah. I was just about to list you as missing,<br />
too,” one of his officers added from the back.<br />
“I checked your room at lunchtime. When you<br />
weren’t there I thought you might be…” Grandma<br />
Chen fell seated.<br />
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Mr. Lee then stepped forward and the living<br />
room went silent. “Look how much trouble you’ve<br />
caused, Henry,” he muttered. “I’m ashamed of you.<br />
Go to your room and stay there.”<br />
Peter and Walsh were not sure if he meant<br />
them also, but they tailed behind anyway.<br />
“Back before anyone notices, eh?” Peter<br />
sighed.<br />
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At midnight, Peter peeked into the hallway to<br />
see if the house looked asleep. Hearing a growl, he<br />
saw Talo hunched by the bedroom door with one eye<br />
propped open. The boy smiled timidly and<br />
pretended to be going to the bathroom. When he<br />
returned, Walsh and Henry were anxiously awaiting<br />
his report.<br />
“All clear Petey?” Walsh whispered.<br />
“No,” he shook his head. “Talo’s still in the<br />
hall. I don’t think he’s going to sleep tonight.”<br />
“I guess he doesn’t want to take any chances<br />
after yesterday.” Henry motioned to a set of bars<br />
Talo had been told to erect over their window.<br />
“I know,” Peter replied. “Your family was really<br />
ticked. I hope it was all worth it.”<br />
“So what are we going to do now?” Walsh<br />
wanted to know.<br />
“Um, well, if we complete the mission under<br />
this blanket,” Henry said tossing a comforter over<br />
himself and his friends, “there should be no<br />
problem.”<br />
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The three nodded, and activated the yellow<br />
backpack under cover. A brilliant array of light filled<br />
the screen before all went pitch black.<br />
“Okay. Moment of truth.” Peter anxiously<br />
fingered the green remote signal for Bot-Bot.<br />
“Wait. Before you flip that switch, let’s cover a<br />
few things first,” Henry replied. “First, we need a<br />
fresh memory stick. The old one’s already full.”<br />
“Check.” Walsh unwrapped a new memory<br />
stick and slid it inside an open slot.<br />
“Second, don’t worry if the screen comes up<br />
black. That probably just means Bot-Bot’s still inside<br />
the crate,” Peter agreed with thumbs up.<br />
“Right. Fine. Now the most important thing.”<br />
Henry inhaled and looked at them seriously. “No<br />
matter what we see tonight – keep quiet,” he<br />
hushed. “If not, we’re all going to get really busted.”<br />
On that note they flipped the remote signal…<br />
Somewhere deep inside the Wu Wei Towers<br />
two tiny red eyes lit up and glowed. Bot-Bot rose<br />
onto his springy legs, his oversized claws dangling<br />
at his sides.<br />
Miles away, the boys’ screen flickered to life.<br />
Only it did not appear at all dark. Rather, the image<br />
shone clear and bright.<br />
Henry’s mouth fell open. “What is this? Where<br />
is he?” he mumbled.<br />
His two companions were equally baffled.<br />
Bot-Bot stood in the middle of an<br />
unimaginably vast chamber. All around sat<br />
mountainous masses of metallic office furniture<br />
soaring out of view. Filing cabinets, desks,<br />
workstations, chairs, partitions, tables, and more,<br />
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and more, and more. A mind-boggling hoard all<br />
tossed together like a furniture salad.<br />
“I don’t get it, Henry,” Peter whispered softly.<br />
“I thought this was supposed to be a bank. It looks<br />
more like a huge dumpsite.”<br />
“I don’t know. I don’t get it either,” Henry<br />
confessed.<br />
“Well, let’s have a look around then.” Walsh<br />
took control of Bot-Bot using the keyboard.<br />
With a TINKLE, TINKLE, TINKLE the little robot<br />
slinked down a hillside of metal. At the bottom, a<br />
pathway snaked through valleys of table legs and<br />
folding chairs. Bot-Bot slowly followed the path<br />
around bend after bend of stuff.<br />
After several minutes, however, Peter became<br />
frustrated. “How big is this place anyway?” the<br />
redhead grumbled.<br />
“Yeah, this is boring,” Walsh said, directing<br />
Bot-Bot to move faster and faster.<br />
“Careful, Walshy.” Henry reminded.<br />
“Remember, Bot-Bot’s only a prototype. He doesn’t<br />
have any audio, so we won’t be able to hear if<br />
someone’s coming.”<br />
“You’d think we could’ve gotten a pair of ears<br />
for the godzillion dollars this thing cost,” Walsh<br />
remarked flippantly. “Buttums, make sure you fix<br />
that on Bot-Bot version 2.0.”<br />
Peter rolled his eyes.<br />
“Wait a second, wait a second,” Henry abruptly<br />
popped. “Isn’t that light I see coming from over<br />
there?”<br />
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In the distance, past tons of office oddments,<br />
the boys squinted to make out a growing golden<br />
light on the screen.<br />
“Yeah,” Peter agreed, “and I don’t see any<br />
other lights anywhere.”<br />
“Better check that out, Walsh,” Henry urged.<br />
The intrepid Bot-Bot began heading towards<br />
the mysterious glow, and with each step everything<br />
grew brighter. A low groan then sounded inside the<br />
cavern (though the boys had no idea). The rolling<br />
noise rose from the light source ahead, vibrating the<br />
ground like a mild earthquake.<br />
“Do things appear to be shaking in there?”<br />
Peter wondered aloud.<br />
“I don’t know,” Walsh shrugged.<br />
“You’re right, Petey. See.” Henry pointed at<br />
the screen as waves of furniture tumbled off the<br />
piles like sand from a windswept dune.<br />
Suddenly, inside the Wu Wei Towers, Bot-Bot<br />
toppled over as a wicked voice shook the room with<br />
sinister chanting. The air pulsated and throbbed<br />
with an impossible language, soaring and plunging<br />
in tone. Everything began to glow. Instantaneously,<br />
the entire place transformed into a treasury of solid<br />
gold, every square inch of metal now shimmering<br />
from wall to wall.<br />
Back in the bedroom, Henry, Walsh, and Peter<br />
sat speechless under the blanket. The three boys<br />
could not remove their gaze from the screen. Gold<br />
reflected off their faces in the darkness. Yellow<br />
sparkled in their eyes.<br />
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Finally, Walsh broke the silence. “Is it real,<br />
Henry? How much can Bot-Bot carry?” he tugged at<br />
his friend’s pajamas.<br />
“It can’t be real,” Henry responded.<br />
“Right. Makes no sense. No metal in the<br />
world does that,” Peter rationalized.<br />
“We’re going to be so rich! Remember that old<br />
man said there was a dragon! A gold dragon!” Walsh<br />
exclaimed breathlessly.<br />
“Quiet down. You’re rich enough already,”<br />
Peter scolded him.<br />
The two began bickering resentfully.<br />
“Oh what? And you’re poor?”<br />
“No. Just not spoiled.”<br />
“Look!” Henry broke them apart, motioning<br />
back to the screen. “Something’s moving in there.<br />
We’re not alone.”<br />
As the light source grew larger, a dark shadow<br />
began creeping over the hills of gold and closed in<br />
all around Bot-Bot.<br />
“Walshy, get us out of there.”<br />
“I… I… I can’t, Henry.”<br />
“Quick!” Peter shouted.<br />
“He’s not responding. He’s stuck,” Walsh tried<br />
to explain.<br />
Henry urgently took over the controls, but the<br />
shadow now devoured the entire screen. “Come on,<br />
Bot-Bot. You’ve never flaked out like this before.<br />
Move,” Henry pleaded.<br />
Suddenly, the screen gave a tremor and<br />
sparked. The boys saw a flash of colorful lights as<br />
two brilliant red eyes peered back at them.<br />
FZZZZZT! The display sparkled with snow and went<br />
dead. An eerie calm then elapsed, before…<br />
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“BOT-BOT!” the three screamed jumping to<br />
their feet. The lights clicked on in the bedroom.<br />
Talo stood powerfully in the doorway as Mr. Lee<br />
raced in behind him, tying his bathrobe.<br />
“What’s going on in here?!” Mr. Lee demanded.<br />
“Why on earth are you three out of bed?!”<br />
“Papa, I think we know where to find Mai Mai!<br />
Just look!” His son uncovered the backpack.<br />
At that moment, Henry’s mother and<br />
grandparents filed into the room as well.<br />
“She’s in uncle’s building!” Henry relayed.<br />
“Henry,” his father knelt down and held him by<br />
his slight frame. “The police will find your big sister,<br />
I promise. But right now you’re tired. We’re all<br />
tired. This just isn’t right my son.”<br />
“No Papa! Listen to me first! We have proof!”<br />
But Mr. Lee scowled and rubbed his eyes.<br />
Walsh gingerly came forward and tried to help.<br />
“Uh, Mr. Lee. Henry’s telling the truth, sir. That old<br />
man’s not the kidnapper. There’s a dragon – a real<br />
one.”<br />
Henry’s father turned pink in the face and he<br />
rose quickly to his feet. “Enough! To bed all of<br />
you!” he yelled impatiently.<br />
His wife quickly ran over to intervene.<br />
“They’re just children, Ming Xa. They’re frightened,”<br />
she said clutching her son tightly. “This is all too<br />
much for them to understand.”<br />
Grandpa Chen gently patted his son-in-law on<br />
the shoulder to cool him down.<br />
Mr. Lee lowered his proud head with<br />
embarrassment. “Yes. You’re right, of course,” he<br />
murmured slowly. “That was very foolish of me.<br />
Please see the children to bed. Then I’d like to talk<br />
to everyone afterwards.” With that, Henry’s father<br />
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turned and left the room, taking the boys’ backpack<br />
out with him.<br />
A half an hour later, Mrs. Lee and Grandma<br />
Chen reemerged from the bedroom and met up with<br />
their husbands and Talo in the hallway. The circle of<br />
adults stood in the cramped quarters waiting<br />
patiently for Mr. Lee to begin.<br />
“Are they asleep?” he asked quietly.<br />
“They’re resting,” his wife whispered.<br />
Mr. Lee nodded appreciatively. “First, I want<br />
to ask all of you to forgive me,” he said clearing his<br />
throat. “I should’ve never thought to stay here in<br />
the first place. Those two boys need to be home<br />
with their families. I just hoped… if we could find<br />
her quickly…”<br />
“No need for any apologies. You acted like a<br />
man,” Grandpa Chen interjected, “and what man<br />
wouldn’t do anything in the world to rescue his<br />
daughter?”<br />
The two shook hands.<br />
“In the morning we’ll be flying back to the<br />
States,” Mr. Lee admitted sorrowfully. This news did<br />
not surprise anyone (though it was nonetheless<br />
bitter to swallow). “I’ll be going to bed now, I think.”<br />
The father trudged back down the hall feeling<br />
defeated and broken.<br />
Meanwhile, inside their bedroom, Henry lay<br />
with eyes wide open (having heard the entire<br />
conversation through the door). He knew if they left<br />
this island he would never see his big sister again.<br />
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The sun rose over the South China Sea, but<br />
quickly disappeared behind some thick gloomy<br />
clouds. Inside the Chens’ home, everyone packed<br />
the Lees’ things in total silence; even Chief Hsing<br />
and his officers helped out. Unfortunately, it<br />
seemed there was precious little else his squad<br />
could do.<br />
The most difficult task proved to be packing<br />
up Anne Mai’s belongings, and while Grandpa Chen<br />
said he would do it, his wife and daughter refused.<br />
They were wholly determined to do it together.<br />
Glumly, but efficiently, the job did get done.<br />
“Why don’t you guys clean up those dishes in<br />
the kitchen and make sure we didn’t leave anything<br />
lying around,” Chief Hsing ordered his officers,<br />
nodding at Talo as he stacked the last of the<br />
luggage. The Chief then sidled over to Henry’s<br />
father and removed his old brown hat. “You have<br />
yourself a safe trip home and contact the FBI as soon<br />
as you touch down. We’ll start coordinating our<br />
efforts with them immediately.”<br />
Mr. Lee looked up at him with lifeless eyes – a<br />
look Chief Hsing had now become an expert at<br />
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recognizing. It was the look of a man who never<br />
expected to see his lost child again. Mr. Lee shook<br />
the Chief’s hand with a limp and hanging grip.<br />
“Someone needs to go see about the children,”<br />
Mr. Lee said glancing at his wife. “I’ll call my brother<br />
and tell him we’re ready to go.”<br />
Mrs. Lee slowly walked away towards the boys’<br />
bedroom. When she reached the door she knocked<br />
lightly. “Henry. We’ll be leaving for the airport in a<br />
few minutes. Please make sure you, Walsh, and<br />
Peter are ready to go.” Her feet then retreated back<br />
down the hall.<br />
Inside the room, Peter and Walsh sat in their<br />
pajamas, looking seriously at their friend. Henry lay<br />
buried beneath sleeping bags, pillowcases, and piles<br />
of dirty clothes. Neither had the heart to tell him to<br />
get up and start packing. They just sat quietly with<br />
their arms draped around him – one on his left side<br />
and one on his right.<br />
“Why won’t they believe us?” Walsh began<br />
mumbling. “If they’d only watch the recording we<br />
made then they’d have to believe.”<br />
“Believe what, exactly?” Peter’s face turned<br />
cold and skeptical.<br />
“About the dragon.”<br />
“Please. Grow up, Walshy.”<br />
“What’s your problem, Petey?”<br />
“Look. I wanted to believe the old man at first,<br />
too. But come on. He may not be a kidnapper, but<br />
he’s a kook for sure. There’s no dragon,” Peter<br />
shook his head forcefully.<br />
“I can’t believe you, Buttums. After everything<br />
we’ve seen.”<br />
“What have we seen, Walsh?”<br />
“Outside this house is a window scorched ten<br />
feet high. Fire… dragon… hmm… let me think.”<br />
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“Did you ever consider that the kidnappers set<br />
that fire to threaten the Lees into paying? And how<br />
many dragons can spell well enough to write a<br />
ransom note… you can’t even do that, genius.”<br />
“What about those two red eyes we saw onscreen<br />
last night?!” Walsh demanded, now getting<br />
heated up. “I suppose that doesn’t prove anything<br />
either!”<br />
“Red warning lights, Walsh. It probably proves<br />
you tripped the alarm. You’re a terrible operator. I<br />
should’ve handled Bot-Bot on last night’s mission.”<br />
“Oh! Oh! Oh! All right, Pete! You don’t<br />
believe the old man?! Then how’d he get a note<br />
from Anne Mai?!”<br />
“You mean that soaking wet note I could<br />
barely read? You’re right. We should believe he got<br />
it from Henry’s sister because he said so. He<br />
certainly looks honest enough – what with that eye<br />
patch and all.” Peter puckered out his lips<br />
sarcastically.<br />
“But… you… we saw…” Walsh’s perfect tan<br />
turned blotchy and uneven with anger. He had<br />
never beaten Peter at any argument before and knew<br />
it was totally fruitless to try.<br />
Peter then sighed regrettably and eased up.<br />
“I’m sorry, Walshy, but the old man’s obviously<br />
disturbed. He was just trying to take advantage of<br />
us because we’re kids. It’s like Mr. Lee said that day<br />
at Aberdeen – dragons are metaphors.”<br />
“A metaphor?” Walsh looked bewildered.<br />
“Like a symbol. There are no real monsters.<br />
No werewolves, no vampires, no zombies, and no<br />
dragons. They’re all just symbols that adults use to<br />
explain why evil things happen… like a girl being<br />
taken from her bed while she sleeps.” Walsh calmed<br />
down and wiped the frustration from his eyes.<br />
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“I don’t know, Buttums. Henry, tell me what<br />
you think. If you say this was all just a metaphor<br />
then I’ll believe you.”<br />
The youngsters waited patiently for a reply,<br />
but the lump under the covers did not budge. Peter<br />
and Walsh leaned in and gently nudged him.<br />
“Henry. Psst. Hey. Henry? Can you hear me?”<br />
Walsh whispered softly. “Tell us what you think.”<br />
“I don’t care,” a raspy voice came rumbling<br />
through the covers.<br />
“What was that?” Peter now prodded.<br />
Henry tore off all the blankets and clothes<br />
covering his head. His eyes were swollen and tired<br />
(dangerously close to tears, his friends thought). “I<br />
do not care, Petey,” Henry repeated, grabbing the<br />
portly boy. “I don’t care if it was a metaphor or a<br />
kidnapper. I just want my big sister back.” He then<br />
turned and seized Walsh. “And I don’t care if it was<br />
a dragon either. If she’d just come home I’d believe<br />
anything you say.”<br />
The room went totally silent and stayed that<br />
way for several minutes. Walsh and Peter could not<br />
even bring themselves to look their friend in the eye.<br />
For some reason, they felt ashamed, though neither<br />
knew exactly why.<br />
“I, I, I’m sorry,” one finally uttered.<br />
“Me too. I’m sorry too,” the other added.<br />
“Forget it. Come on guys,” Henry sighed<br />
heavily. “That old man never even came back. He<br />
probably was a kook.”<br />
Suddenly, a light SCRAPE filled their eardrums.<br />
It sounded like the twisting of metal.<br />
Peter looked down and gasped. “Look!”<br />
Tiny nails were popping up from the ground.<br />
A gnarly hand slithered through the floorboards and<br />
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the bony old man dragged himself into the room.<br />
He sat cussing as he unhooded his raggedy cloak.<br />
“Foolish peasants. Where were you yesterday,<br />
and who put blasted bars on the window? Now I got<br />
to crawl through the floor and get my beautiful<br />
shawl all dirty and wet.”<br />
“You mean… you actually came back<br />
yesterday, Mister?” Henry asked in disbelief.<br />
“Of course, and you three weren’t here. Now<br />
let’s go. I’ve arranged everything and time is<br />
wasting.”<br />
Abruptly, Peter shoved him back through the<br />
hole in the floor. “Get out of here! We don’t want<br />
anything to do with you!”<br />
The old man yelped and fell backwards in<br />
shock.<br />
Walsh jumped on Peter, plugging his hand into<br />
the boy’s mouth. “Mm, mm, mm…”<br />
“Stop it – all of you. Someone’s going to<br />
hear,” Henry implored. “We can’t go with you Mister.<br />
We’re all leaving in a few minutes.”<br />
“Leaving? Where?” he desperately wanted to<br />
know.<br />
“Back home to Hampshire Hills,” the boy<br />
explained.<br />
“What kind of coward leaves his own sister to<br />
die?” the old man hissed. His words stung like a<br />
poisonous arrow in Henry’s chest.<br />
“Hey, take it easy, pal,” Walsh glared at him<br />
angrily as Peter freed himself.<br />
“Get out now,” Peter growled like a redheaded<br />
grizzly cub, “or I’m getting the cops.”<br />
“But we had a deal. So now you’re not just<br />
cowards you’re liars as well!”<br />
“Takes one to know one,” Peter squealed.<br />
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But then something happened. As Peter<br />
continued to rant at the old man, Henry arrived at a<br />
decision. “I’m going with him,” Henry uttered barely<br />
louder than a whisper.<br />
“WHAT?!”<br />
“I’m going with him,” the boy repeated again.<br />
“Excellent,” the dark figure chortled.<br />
“Henry,” Peter appealed. “We’ve already lost<br />
your sister and Bot-Bot. Leave it to the police.<br />
Please.”<br />
“Well, I’m going too then,” Walsh nodded with<br />
a smile. “Let Buttums take all the heat from your<br />
mom and dad.”<br />
Peter Buttums could not believe his ears. His<br />
best friend in all the world had fallen under the spell<br />
of a madman… and Walsh, too.<br />
“Boys… five minutes, okay?” Grandma Chen’s<br />
voice called out sweetly from behind the door.<br />
The old man tugged frantically at their<br />
sleeves. Peter peered at Henry and Walsh for what<br />
he was sure would be the last time. Walsh and<br />
Henry spun over next to the dark figure and they all<br />
leapt perilously from the hole in the floorboards.<br />
Peter heard the SPLASH of three bodies hit the water<br />
and the words, “GOODBYE PICKLE! YOU COWARD!”<br />
“I’m not a coward, Walsh, and don’t call me<br />
Pickle!” Peter yelled emphatically back through the<br />
hole.<br />
Outside the Chens’ home, a sleek Rolls Royce<br />
pulled into the driveway. Uncle Shang Sin stepped<br />
forcefully from the door and greeted his brother.<br />
“Ming Xa, is your family ready?” he asked.<br />
“Yes. Thank you for coming Shang Sin,” Mr.<br />
Lee replied.<br />
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“I would have it no other way. I’ll call you the<br />
minute anything breaks here. You’ll get her back. I<br />
promise.”<br />
Suddenly, a terrified scream poured out of the<br />
house. The brothers sprinted inside together. As<br />
they reached the hallway, they found the door to the<br />
boys’ bedroom standing open. Mrs. Lee and<br />
Grandma Chen were holding each other and sobbing<br />
uncontrollably.<br />
“No… it can’t be… all the children… gone…”<br />
Mrs. Lee wept.<br />
In the middle of the room sat some pried up<br />
floorboards, shadowy waves lapping gently in the<br />
depths below. Within seconds the room spilled over<br />
with adults: Chief Hsing, his detectives, Talo, and<br />
Grandpa Chen.<br />
“Talo! Why weren’t you watching over the<br />
children?!” Uncle Shang Sin demanded. He<br />
immediately began beating his bodyguard over the<br />
head with his cane. The big man whimpered like a<br />
scared puppy and fell to his knees.<br />
“Stop it,” Mr. Lee restrained his twin. “Talo<br />
found the boys yesterday.”<br />
“Now let’s not panic,” Chief Hsing instructed<br />
everyone. “They probably just snuck out again.<br />
Officer Chiang, get on some dive gear and get down<br />
there.”<br />
“Sir, yes sir,” the cop saluted.<br />
Without another word, search parties emptied<br />
into the streets, calling the boys’ names all over the<br />
neighborhood. Chief Hsing broke out ahead,<br />
squinting his wrinkly eyes up and down a busy<br />
avenue. He felt he was close, but he couldn’t see<br />
anything.<br />
“HENRY! PETER! WALSH! BOYS?! WHERE ARE<br />
YOU?!”<br />
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Huddled under a city grate, directly below the<br />
Chief’s soles, lurked four faint figures. Peter looked<br />
up, desperately wanting to call out for help. But he<br />
did not think that being forever known as a coward<br />
sounded very appealing. After a tense moment,<br />
Chief Hsing decided to trudge on, and his voice<br />
faded in the distance.<br />
The old stranger began hacking violently, his<br />
lungs coughing up clouds of dry dust. Walsh<br />
noticed his skin looked even more pale than usual,<br />
practically glowing in contrast with his black<br />
shrouds.<br />
“What’s wrong with you, Mister?” Walsh’s<br />
boyish voice echoed around the rusty sewer.<br />
“Nothing at all. I’m fine.” GaG, CoUgH,<br />
wHeEzE. “We’re going to have to stay down here till<br />
the evening moon. Then it’ll be safe to move.”<br />
“Mister, I’m freezing,” Peter shivered inside his<br />
sopping pajamas.<br />
“With all that meat? Bah.” The old man<br />
signaled for them to follow along as he led them<br />
deep into the sewers of Hong Kong.<br />
About an hour, fifty rats, and a million<br />
cockroaches later, the boys saw light raining down<br />
from a high square grate. Here, their guide<br />
ascended a ladder and lifted the drain-lid. When he<br />
returned, he held some dry black clothing and a<br />
shiny new dagger. The clothes he gave to the<br />
youngsters, but the weapon he kept for himself.<br />
“Here. Put these on, childrens. They’ll keep<br />
you warm tonight.”<br />
“And uh, what about after tonight?” Peter<br />
inquired. The fellow cackled ominously in the<br />
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“After tonight staying warm will be the last<br />
thing you worry for,” he said, strapping the dagger’s<br />
curved scabbard onto his boot.<br />
“What’s up there, Mister?” Walsh wondered<br />
curiously.<br />
“An antiques warehouse I like to frequent<br />
when I’m down here.”<br />
“Did you even pay for these?” Peter said<br />
aghast.<br />
“What do I look like? Thief?” The old<br />
character smiled wickedly. “Come on. We still have<br />
a ways to go yet.”<br />
Late that night when the moon rose and a<br />
sleepy fog lay across the island, a manhole cover<br />
popped free. A dark shape slipped from the street<br />
and into an alley, quickly followed by three smaller<br />
shapes.<br />
“Quietly now, peasants. The whole island will<br />
be looking for us.” The old man motioned to a<br />
telephone pole plastered in his ugly sketch.<br />
As he led the youngsters into a low-lit<br />
neighborhood, Henry heard some buoys clanging in<br />
the distance. Soon the salty perfume of the sea<br />
scented everything and they arrived at a marina of<br />
fishing vessels.<br />
Countless masts and mizzenmasts leaned and<br />
swayed in the moonlight. Soggy wooden planks<br />
grunted and bubbled under their feet as Henry,<br />
Walsh, and Peter followed the old man to a hefty<br />
boat covered in nets (as though caught in the web of<br />
some great sea-spider). The vessel’s name read:<br />
THE LUCY HAN.<br />
“All aboard, me hearties.” Their leader<br />
tittered. He then detached a smelly tire and a<br />
gangplank dropped at their feet. The boys were<br />
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quickly shoved aboard. “Now stay put whilst I cast<br />
off.”<br />
The three looked nervously at one another<br />
while they awaited the old man’s return. Suddenly, a<br />
troop of flashlights came shining up the dock. Chief<br />
Hsing and his officers marched up in an army of<br />
yellow rain slickers and heavy black boots.<br />
“Check every one of these vessels, men!<br />
Capsize them if you have to!” the Chief barked<br />
loudly.<br />
“I’ll check this one!” a policeman shouted as<br />
he stepped aboard THE LUCY HAN. He stroked his<br />
bright light to and fro across the deck, but found<br />
nothing. However, just as the officer turned to<br />
leave, he caught a glimpse of Peter’s ultra-fair<br />
complexion in the corner. “HUH! I…”<br />
WHACK! THUD! The policeman fell limp and<br />
unconscious on the floor. A robed figure holding a<br />
gas can stood over him smiling.<br />
“WHAT WAS THAT?! DID YOU FIND THEM?!”<br />
another voice called out in the night.<br />
“NOPE! ALL CLEAR!” the old man hollered,<br />
rolling both the gas can and the officer ashore.<br />
After another minute, the search party moved<br />
up the pier. The boat’s engines started chugging in<br />
the dark waters and THE LUCY HAN put out to sea.<br />
From the stern, Henry, Walsh, and Peter watched the<br />
harbor lights vanish into a thin line and wondered if<br />
they would ever be seen or heard from again.<br />
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The Lucy Han tugged out to sea. At the helm<br />
stood a wild man singing songs of vengeance and<br />
hate, his tattered robes flailing in the midnight<br />
winds.<br />
You’ll soon have your issues,<br />
living without your tissues.<br />
Oh how will you ever hustle,<br />
without any muscle?<br />
I’ll bet you’ll look just like an arrow,<br />
when you’re drained of all your marrow.<br />
Oh won’t you feel so homey,<br />
all dangling and bony.<br />
Walsh and Peter looked at each other with<br />
renewed concern, but Henry just stared out at his<br />
uncle’s bank approaching on the horizon.<br />
However, their course started veering away<br />
from the coastline, out past the Wu Wei Harbor, past<br />
the sampans, and even past the great ships and<br />
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fishing vessels. Soon they were all alone moving<br />
steadily into the South China Sea.<br />
The old man stopped singing for a while and<br />
stared up at the moon. He licked and raised his<br />
fingers, seeming to measure the distance between<br />
stars. “We’ll soon be there childrens! Dragon ho!”<br />
“Oh brother.” Peter rolled his eyes. “Let me<br />
ask you something, Mister. If there really was a<br />
dragon flying around Hong Kong, wouldn’t<br />
somebody have spotted it by now?”<br />
“I see you are as thick in the skull-bone as you<br />
are in the gut,” the hooded figure called down from<br />
the captain’s wheel. “Dragons no longer fly about<br />
the skies like the days of old. They changed their<br />
habits long ago, preferring to keep out of the eyes<br />
of men.”<br />
“Do tell.” Peter yawned.<br />
“Well, the dragon is indeed clever, you see. It<br />
builds its lair undersea, under a river’s edge,<br />
anywhere there’s a large table of water that meets<br />
the land.”<br />
“Like my uncle’s bank,” Henry murmured.<br />
“Mm. Dragons became the best of swimming<br />
beasts long ago,” the old man continued.<br />
“Nowadays, men often mistake them for sea<br />
monsters, sea serpents, and what have you.”<br />
“This has got to be the whopper with cheese<br />
of all fish stories.” Peter sighed.<br />
Their guide gave him a sideways glance and<br />
smirked knowingly. He then abruptly cut the<br />
engines. “Best to keep your wits about you – plenty<br />
of tricks and traps down here. This is it.”<br />
“This is what?” Henry asked.<br />
“This is the entrance to the lair.”<br />
“This is nowhere in the middle of the ocean!<br />
You said my uncle’s bank is where my sister’s at!”<br />
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Henry pointed at the three soaring towers of glass<br />
and light.<br />
“What? Those puny things?” the old fellow<br />
snorted. “Those are nothing more than the horns on<br />
the Billy Goat. The dragon’s lair runs deep, deep,<br />
deep, into the very bowels of the ocean’s belly. Here<br />
now – put these on.”<br />
The boys saw three deep-sea diving suits<br />
CLUNK at their feet. With mouths wide open, they<br />
perused an assortment of weight belts, lead boots,<br />
and giant copper helmets.<br />
“What’s all this for?” Henry inquired, not<br />
wholly sure he wanted the answer.<br />
“These skins are made for scouring deep<br />
oyster beds.” The one-eyed man clapped his bony<br />
hands merrily. “Come! Put them on! Put them on!”<br />
The youngsters pulled away from him<br />
terrified.<br />
“Henry, this guy doesn’t know where your<br />
sister is.” Peter quivered. “He’s just crazy.”<br />
“Mister,” Henry spoke up hesitantly. “We made<br />
a mistake. We’re sorry. Just take us back home and<br />
we promise not to tell anyone about you.”<br />
A wrinkly scowl swept across the old man’s<br />
face. “If I go back ashore tonight I’ll be alone. Do<br />
you get me?” he replied menacingly as he flicked the<br />
long curvy dagger from his boot.<br />
“I knew it. I hate always being right,” Peter<br />
yelped fearfully.<br />
“Henry, do something.” Walsh wagged his<br />
blonde head.<br />
“Wait a second, Mister,” Henry pleaded. “I, uh,<br />
I only see three suits. I guess we’ll have to go back<br />
and get one for you.”<br />
“Don’t need one.” The dark figure gulped a<br />
deep chest-full of air, his cheeks ballooning from his<br />
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face like watermelons. He then coughed out clouds<br />
of dust from his throat. “Enough talk! Get those<br />
skins on!”<br />
Within minutes the boys were suited tip-to-toe,<br />
a badly smoking generator feeding them air. The<br />
old man sheathed his blade, adjusted their helmets<br />
and straps, and tied them all together with thick<br />
twine.<br />
“This is only to make sure no one gets lost on<br />
the way to the bottom. Now, to the gangplank if you<br />
please.”<br />
Slowly and fearfully, the boys struggled to the<br />
edge of the deck, eyeing each other silently through<br />
glass face shields.<br />
“Um, Mister,” Peter’s tinny voice echoed inside<br />
his copper helmet. “Are you sure your boat’s got<br />
enough line for us to reach the bottom?”<br />
“How should I know!” the old man snapped.<br />
“This isn’t even my boat!” and with that he inhaled a<br />
mighty wind and shoved everyone overboard.<br />
Water plunged around them, swirling and<br />
swallowing them. Down, down, down they fell like a<br />
sinking ship, their souls screaming, but their mouths<br />
silent. Walsh looked up as the moon and the surface<br />
above vanished in a mad frenzy of bubbles.<br />
What ensued felt like an eternity of freefall<br />
into a quiet black. Henry felt nauseous, praying for<br />
solid ground beneath his feet, but it would be a long<br />
time coming. Walsh’s ears burst sharply and his<br />
head throbbed. Peter felt unseen things bump<br />
against his legs, and he wondered if some huge fish<br />
might bite him in half.<br />
But at last the pressure shifted. The waters<br />
became steadily warmer, and soon the boys were<br />
sweating inside their foggy face shields. Meanwhile,<br />
light began building in the abyss. It glowed brighter<br />
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and brighter as though a blue sun rose below their<br />
feet. Finally, they hit the ocean floor, shooting up<br />
clouds of watery sand as they did so.<br />
How long they lay there Henry did not know.<br />
His eyes were squeezed shut, clutching the wavy<br />
ground.<br />
At some point, Henry felt a tug on the twine<br />
around his waist. When he looked up he saw the old<br />
man cutting him free with his dagger (his cheeks<br />
still grotesquely full of air).<br />
The party collected themselves at the bottom<br />
and stood together. No shellfish or sea plant did<br />
anyone see, nor any crustacean or swimming thing –<br />
only sand dunes and rock. Otherwise the world was<br />
totally barren… except for the carcasses.<br />
Strewn everywhere were innumerable halfeaten<br />
remains of whales and great fish: sperm<br />
whale, blue whale, killer whale, dolphin, shark, and<br />
too many others to name. Some looked like they<br />
had been bitten only once, powerfully down the<br />
middle by jaws the size of a dump truck. Others<br />
were picked clean, organs and flesh gone without a<br />
trace.<br />
Walsh reeled with disgust, burying his<br />
helmeted head in the sand. Peter and Henry froze,<br />
awestruck. Their guide stood nearby, surveying the<br />
aquatic graveyard, too, his robes waving like black<br />
tentacles in the gentle currents. “Mm, mm, mm,” he<br />
spouted, motioning for the three to follow along.<br />
And thus began a long hard trek.<br />
The journey felt ghastly. Several times the<br />
boys had to stop and untangle their hoses from a<br />
protruding rib or a chunk of tailbone. At one point,<br />
Peter became snagged on a dead narwhale’s tusk.<br />
As he went to untie himself, he thought he saw<br />
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something moving in the water behind them. But he<br />
shook it off and quickly rejoined the group. After a<br />
while, the number of colossal corpses gradually<br />
lessened.<br />
In due course they came upon a dim clearing.<br />
Something dark and looming dwelt ahead; a massive<br />
rock wall dug firmly into the sand-belt. It rose to the<br />
heights above, and Henry felt they must be at the<br />
foot of Hong Kong itself. Here, they camped down<br />
and rested for a while.<br />
Following the respite, the boys found<br />
themselves scaling rocky precipices, light radiating<br />
from unknown slopes above. Near the top, the boys<br />
got their first glimpse of a castle of unfathomable<br />
proportions. It looked like a sunken city built by<br />
giants. In the middle a stone drawbridge sat under a<br />
massive archway of rock. Everything else flickered<br />
in smoldering balls of underwater flame.<br />
Impossible, Peter thought, wiping his face<br />
shield in disbelief.<br />
Incredible, Henry astounded, torches burning<br />
on boiling bubbles.<br />
Walsh only clutched his heart through his suit.<br />
The four figures made their way through an<br />
eerie outer-court to the base of the fortress, looking<br />
like little ants as they passed under bricks the size<br />
of barns. As they neared the forbidding drawbridge,<br />
Henry saw a vast golden gate raised into the<br />
battlements. The entrance was unguarded.<br />
The explorers moved inside by cover of<br />
undersea shadows. Before long they were in a<br />
tunnel of misshapen statues. Disfigured and<br />
snarling, each one held in its claws a bowl of the<br />
underwater fire. Sadly, here the rotting whale and<br />
shark carcasses reappeared, piled high and deep<br />
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upon the floor. Once more, Henry, Peter, and Walsh<br />
slogged ahead, sometimes waist-deep in<br />
decomposition.<br />
Eventually, the chasm became shallower and<br />
the team broke to the surface. They now found<br />
themselves inside a large stalactite cave. Pools of<br />
water shimmered like emeralds all about. Ashore, a<br />
wide clearing of stone gave way to three huge tunnel<br />
mouths that led north, east, and west, and climbed<br />
deep into the rock face. However, tremendous gold<br />
doors barred access in any direction.<br />
As soon as everyone reached dry land, Walsh<br />
wrung his hands disgustedly. “YUCK! What<br />
happened to all those sharks and stuff? GROSS!”<br />
The old man cackled as he squatted down and<br />
drained his big ears. “Well childrens, a dragon’s got<br />
to eat too. Yup. Once all the fish and sea life starts<br />
vanishing you can bet one of the evil beasties is<br />
nearby. Then comes all the rancid waste.”<br />
Peter raised an eyebrow at this. “By waste you<br />
mean…”<br />
Their guide pointed at some slabs of white<br />
brick sitting roughly twenty feet up shore. Each<br />
hunk was the scale of a compact car. “You see, a<br />
dragon’s stomach acids are like fire. If you touch or<br />
breathe those fumes and they’ll scorch your flesh<br />
off.”<br />
Peter shook with amazement, grabbing Henry<br />
by the sleeve. “Those look like reptile pellets. Just<br />
like the python in lab class. Only this stuff came<br />
from something way, way bigger.” Peter excitedly<br />
unbuttoned the tethers on his helmet…<br />
“Didn’t you hear what I just said? Don’t go<br />
removing your helmets till we’re clear of those stink<br />
blocks,” the one-eyed man warned.<br />
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“The fumes don’t seem to be bothering you,”<br />
Peter responded skeptically.<br />
“Just do what he says,” Henry scolded.<br />
Cautiously and without any missteps, the<br />
party slinked past the steaming sulfuric waste. The<br />
old man led the youngsters midway into the cavern’s<br />
smooth bare floor. Suddenly, though, Peter felt a<br />
tugging on his air hose.<br />
“Hey… guys… I think I’m snagged again.”<br />
“Yeah. Me too,” Walsh said, stopping dead in<br />
his tracks.<br />
“Maybe we’re finally out of feed topside,”<br />
Henry reasoned, yanking at his line.<br />
Their guide rubbed his withered lips, staring<br />
fearfully at the waters from where they had come.<br />
The wet suit cables slid back and forth across the<br />
surface, ringlets and ripples moving rapidly onto<br />
shore. “You three stay put. I’ll go and check what’s<br />
got your hoses.” The old man left the boys and<br />
headed back up to the waterline, his steps deliberate<br />
and slow. But just as he knelt down there came a<br />
great SPLASH!<br />
The boys’ air hoses went taut. The next thing<br />
Walsh, Peter, and Henry knew they were being<br />
dragged backwards by their heads. Walsh looked<br />
up, struggling fiercely with his line. They were<br />
headed directly for the deadly waste blocks.<br />
“POOPY! HELP!”<br />
Quick as a cobra, the old man whipped out his<br />
dagger and pounced on the three, digging in his<br />
heels to slow their momentum. But he could not<br />
match the overwhelming force at the other end.<br />
Out of the sea came a horrible vision, the<br />
rotting, skeletal corpses of two great whales and two<br />
slobbering sharks. The sea giants rocked onto<br />
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shore, writhing and snapping as they gobbled up the<br />
air hoses like spaghetti noodles.<br />
Unable to slow them, the man kicked hard off<br />
a boulder, and he and the boys slid harmlessly<br />
between two poisonous dung-heaps. With one<br />
disaster narrowly averted they now had to confront<br />
the undead.<br />
A particularly vexing killer whale with one<br />
eyeball sent a mighty wave crushing onto shore.<br />
Walsh became dislodged from the team and lay<br />
motionless along the beachhead. Still disoriented,<br />
he turned and saw a fleshy black and white flipper<br />
groping him.<br />
“HELP!!!” The beast bared its teeth and<br />
lowered for the kill, its one good eye rolling and<br />
bulging. Walsh felt the whale lock its powerful jaws<br />
around his head. Only a copper helmet saved the<br />
boy from an instantaneous death. The angry<br />
monster spat Walsh out and quickly reloaded for<br />
another cHoMp!<br />
“AIEE!” Walsh saw a flash of dark robes jump<br />
into the fray. The old man heroically stabbed the<br />
creature in the eye. Even in death, the thing clearly<br />
knew pain for it gave a mighty whale’s wail. The<br />
putrid mammal fell back blinded, its eyeball<br />
dangling from a slimy socket of green and white<br />
tendons.<br />
Next, the old man used his dagger to cut<br />
Walsh loose from his tether, then pushed him upshore<br />
towards his awaiting pals (both having already<br />
been freed).<br />
“Run childrens, run!” he commanded. “Get up<br />
those steps and through the doors!”<br />
“Which doors?! There’re three sets of doors!”<br />
Peter called back.<br />
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“PICK ANY!” the lanky character exclaimed<br />
hysterically as he dodged a corroded Great White<br />
shark.<br />
Walsh, Peter, and Henry bolted away, their<br />
leader battling the sea demons at their backs.<br />
Scampering into the open, they held their breath and<br />
sped past the waste blocks once again. Like<br />
scurrying mice the three raced up a wide fanning<br />
stair that led towards the middle tunnel. At the foot<br />
of the golden doorways they halted, removing their<br />
copper diving helmets and tossing them aside.<br />
“How do we get in? Do we knock? I don’t see<br />
any doorknobs,” Henry panted breathlessly.<br />
“Let’s just push it open,” Walsh suggested.<br />
“No, no, no, simpleton,” Peter scoffed. “Look<br />
at these engravings. It can’t be that easy.<br />
Remember what the old dude said, ‘There are plenty<br />
of tricks and traps down here.’” Peter examined the<br />
door. Upon it were the images of morning, midday,<br />
night, and midnight. Below that, a depiction of four<br />
seasonal types of weather for the subtropics: rainy,<br />
sunny, cloudy, or monsoon.<br />
“Do you have it, Petey?” Henry questioned.<br />
“Maybe we adjust these panels on the door<br />
like a dial. Yeah! That’s it!” Peter declared, the<br />
gears inside his mind churning. “We indicate what<br />
time of day it is and the current weather topside.<br />
That must be the code.”<br />
Down on the banks below, the old man<br />
expunged the very last of the great dead fish by<br />
luring it into a pile of milky waste. There (alongside<br />
the remains of the zombie whales) did it dissolve<br />
forever into a puddle of toxic gasses.<br />
“I thought,” GaSp wHeEzE, “I told you<br />
peasants,” gAg cHoKe, “to get out of here,” he said,<br />
staggering up the stairs beleaguered and battle-<br />
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worn. “It won’t matter which way you choose.<br />
Sooner or later, it leads to one of the three towers.”<br />
“But the doors, Mister.” Peter pointed at the<br />
golden symbols. “This must be some kind of riddle,<br />
right?”<br />
“Oh cripes, childrens. It’s just decoration.<br />
The only riddle here is you have to push and not<br />
pull,” the old man retorted, shoving the huge double<br />
doors apart with one easy motion.<br />
Feeling very foolish, the boys quickly trailed<br />
him inside, following a narrow path of steps they<br />
found within. The passage wound into infinity,<br />
slopes of sheer rock squeezing them on both sides.<br />
Before too long, the mighty golden doors slammed<br />
shut behind them and drifted into the backdrop.<br />
Thick waxy candles burned along the wallsides,<br />
offering just enough light to make out the<br />
steps ahead. But even so, the boys stumbled and<br />
tripped due to sheer exhaustion. Finally, the old<br />
man led them into a small culvert near the base of<br />
the main road.<br />
He quickly got a small fire going, not so much<br />
for heat (as it was swelteringly humid), but for<br />
illumination. Shedding their heavy waterlogged<br />
diving suits in a corner, Henry, Peter, and Walsh<br />
huddled together and carefully studied the shrouded<br />
figure amidst the dancing shadows of the firelight.<br />
This man whom they had so recently feared they<br />
now depended on for safety.<br />
“Thanks for getting us out of trouble back<br />
there,” Walsh finally burst out saying. “I guess that<br />
black shark will think twice about messing with me<br />
again, huh?”<br />
“It was a killer whale, Walsh,” Peter corrected<br />
impatiently, “not a shark – think Shamu.”<br />
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“I call them Chinese Sea Pandas,” the old man<br />
interjected, producing some rations of dried fish for<br />
them to share.<br />
“Hey Mister, we don’t even know your name,”<br />
Walsh said as he grabbed the fishy morsels.<br />
“No peasant does. Call me… Sheshen.”<br />
“Sheshen? What kind of name is that?” Walsh<br />
yapped, filling his cheeks with salty bits.<br />
“It means a wise, old blackbird. Yeah. Sure.<br />
That’s what it means.” The old man nodded slyly.<br />
“Sheshen,” Walsh reacted. “It makes sense. A<br />
blackbird because of your clothes.”<br />
“Very well. Sheshen it shall be.” The darkrobed<br />
fellow shook hands with the boy, nabbing the<br />
food away and tossing it at Peter and Henry.<br />
The party ate in utter silence for a time,<br />
except for the newly named Sheshen – he ate<br />
nothing at all. A busy wind whistled up and down<br />
the corridor, agitating the fire and the unending<br />
questions beating in Henry’s mind.<br />
“Why did those dead sharks and whales come<br />
alive?” Henry finally spoke up.<br />
Sheshen grinned at him, his one good eye<br />
sparkling in the blaze. “The dragon cursed those<br />
bones to welcome you. I fear the beast may already<br />
know we’re here.”<br />
The ten-year-olds stared at each other, lumps<br />
growing in their throats.<br />
“Well, what about those underwater flames?<br />
How can fire burn underwater?” Peter now chanced.<br />
Sheshen licked his few remaining teeth as he<br />
propped his head against a stone. “That’s enough<br />
questions for one night. Get your rest. I’ll keep<br />
watch. We enter the catacombs at dawn. Oh, and<br />
don’t stray from the firelight. Nighty night,<br />
childrens.”<br />
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THE CATACOMBS<br />
Henry awoke the next morning with an<br />
incredibly sore back. Pebbles had been gouging him<br />
all night long and he felt sticky with sweat. As his<br />
eyes focused in the dimness, the musty odor<br />
reminded him that Hampshire Hills could not have<br />
been farther away. Anne Mai did not lie in the<br />
bedroom down the hall, nor did Lu Lu have any<br />
breakfast going. He imagined the anguish his<br />
parents must also be feeling at this moment (or<br />
possibly how angry they were with him).<br />
The boy forced himself up onto his elbows<br />
and mopped the perspiration from his brow and<br />
underarms. The rocky alcove seemed even hotter in<br />
the morning than at night. Peter and Walsh were<br />
already awake across the way.<br />
“What do you say the heat is in here?” Henry<br />
asked yawning widely.<br />
“It’s not the heat; it’s the humidity,” Peter<br />
complained rubbing his temples. “This place is<br />
worse than Orlando – easily a hundred degrees.”<br />
“Here Henry, have some dried fish,” Walsh<br />
offered. Henry took a few salty brittle bites and<br />
realized someone appeared absent.<br />
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“Where’s Sheshen?”<br />
“He left to go scout around. He said he’d be<br />
back soon,” Peter replied. “Speaking of which, you<br />
guys notice anything weird about him?”<br />
“Just about everything.” Henry smiled. “But<br />
what do you mean?”<br />
“I mean, he doesn’t eat, he doesn’t breathe,<br />
and I watched him last night – he doesn’t sleep<br />
either.”<br />
“Yeah, and what’s with the dust?” Henry<br />
agreed. “I don’t know what he needs worse; a cough<br />
drop or a feather duster.”<br />
In that instant, Sheshen returned. The boys<br />
looked up at him as he unhooded in the shadows. If<br />
it were even possible, the old fellow actually seemed<br />
more ancient than he did the night before. He<br />
looked almost completely bald; only a few scraggly<br />
white hairs were left on his scalp.<br />
Biting the cork off a hip flask, he passed it<br />
around. “Each of you gets a little douse of water<br />
now. Enjoy it – make it last – because this canteen’s<br />
all I’ve got for you,” Sheshen scowled, tearing his<br />
flask away from Walsh’s greedy lips. “Now, it’s time<br />
we get moving. From here we break from the main<br />
road.”<br />
The boys did not know exactly what this<br />
meant when they heard it (though they would soon<br />
find out). Their guide led them out of the culvert<br />
back onto the winding stairway. The candles still<br />
burned along the walls, but had not melted an inch.<br />
“How are you at climbing, childrens?” Sheshen<br />
asked, pointing a warty finger up the cliff-side. “Up<br />
there’s where we got to go. Up there’s a thin cave –<br />
no doubt tunneled by some mongrel creature years<br />
ago. It will be tight, especially for one of us, but you<br />
should pass.”<br />
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Henry squinted to make out what he motioned<br />
towards – a narrow flap under an outcropping of<br />
rock.<br />
The boys shrugged and started climbing.<br />
Even though the slopes soared quite steeply, the<br />
climb wasn’t much of a chore, and was even a little<br />
fun. The cliffs were full of flat nooks and crannies<br />
where they could rest during the ascent. Peter and<br />
Walsh even began swapping jokes, their confidence<br />
soaring with every rock they mastered.<br />
“This dragon hunting thing is for little kids,”<br />
one would boast.<br />
“Yup, I think we should go into business after<br />
this. PROFESSIONAL DRAGON HUNTERS INC.” the<br />
other would agree.<br />
Henry remained quiet, (smartly), though he<br />
had never been more thankful for his friends in his<br />
life. They definitely lightened the heavy load he<br />
carried in his heart.<br />
“Almost there! Don’t look down, childrens!”<br />
Sheshen cackled, daring them to do it.<br />
Henry gazed up into the endless black ceiling<br />
above, awestruck by the sheer size of the place.<br />
“Whoa. We’re like a million feet off the<br />
ground,” Walsh announced bravely.<br />
“You weren’t supposed to look down,” Peter<br />
scolded.<br />
Over and around a few more boulders and<br />
they were there, standing on a smooth ledge before<br />
the opening. An unhealthy fog burped from the<br />
cave’s mouth, hot and sour smelling. The old man<br />
swiftly ushered them inside, not even allowing them<br />
a second to catch their breath.<br />
Indeed, the cave was tight. Jagged teeth and<br />
shards jutted every which way like an iron maiden.<br />
Breathing also became difficult, and in such cramped<br />
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confinements the heat only got thicker. It felt as<br />
though they were slithering sideways into an active<br />
volcano. The pace slowed to a near halt as the boys<br />
requested water breaks more than once.<br />
In time, the party wriggled their way to the<br />
foot of an underground basin. Water rode up to<br />
their knees, hissing with steam. It was nearly hot<br />
enough for a bath. But at least the boys could stand<br />
straight and stretch their aching spines. The only<br />
one who did not seem tired and cramped was<br />
Sheshen, who looked more impatient with every<br />
delay.<br />
“Come now. Hurry. We have much farther still<br />
to go,” he prodded like a slave driver.<br />
“How about some more water first?” Peter<br />
requested, licking his dry lips.<br />
“No!” the old man snapped. “At this rate we’ll<br />
be dry by noon-time.”<br />
Peter looked around, unsure how he knew the<br />
time of day.<br />
“From here the climb gets harder, so you’ll<br />
need it later.” Sheshen gestured up a vertical crag of<br />
flat stonework that buckled some hundred feet into<br />
the air.<br />
Begrudgingly and with long faces, the boys<br />
began scaling the rock-face. This climb quickly<br />
proved more grueling than the first. Water rushed<br />
over the stones, causing several slips and spills,<br />
which resulted in numerous bruised tailbones,<br />
banged knees, and bloodied fingers.<br />
From the rear, Henry could hear Peter and<br />
Walsh complaining about the path their guide had<br />
chosen. He stared at his own hands in the faint<br />
light. Nicks and scrapes covered practically every<br />
knuckle. But while he hated the road, too, Sheshen<br />
had never been wrong yet.<br />
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At the very top, on the last smooth slant, Peter<br />
sliced his palm on a razor-sharp rock. Immediately,<br />
he spiraled backwards, spinning off the overhang.<br />
Before Walsh or Henry could even shout there came<br />
a flash of dark robes, and in an instant, Sheshen<br />
reappeared halfway down the cliff with Peter<br />
dangling in his grip.<br />
Henry and Walsh dragged themselves over the<br />
top ledge, still marveling at how Sheshen could have<br />
moved that fast. A second earlier he had been ten<br />
feet in the lead, and not a moment later, he was<br />
behind them rescuing Peter.<br />
The old man hoisted Peter atop the cliff-face,<br />
cursing heavily. “Stupid peasant. Is it too much to<br />
ask you to stay alive until I get my… I mean… until<br />
we save his sister?”<br />
Peter sort of croaked while red gushed from<br />
his hand. Sheshen tore a long strip off his cloak and<br />
wrapped it tightly around the boy’s injury.<br />
As the party had zero chance of going<br />
anywhere until Peter recovered, they enjoyed their<br />
longest rest upon that slippery porch.<br />
Two hours later, four tiny figures slid from a<br />
slit in a nearly impenetrable rock-face, and touched<br />
down upon smooth soil. Before them stood a<br />
rounded tunnel of mammoth proportions, as though<br />
a giant earthworm the size of a mountain had<br />
burrowed clean through.<br />
No torches lit the huge tunnel. The area just<br />
seemed to glow red all on its own, illuminating long<br />
slashes and claw marks along the bare cavern walls.<br />
What giant monster slithered through here?<br />
Henry pondered to himself. He now seriously<br />
questioned the theory that monsters were only<br />
metaphors.<br />
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The party continued on for what felt like mile<br />
upon mile. Then deep in the distance, a form began<br />
to take shape. It appeared to be a possible end to<br />
their long trek. As their feet wore on, the shape<br />
became recognizable as countless lights flickering<br />
together.<br />
“What is that way up there?” Peter asked<br />
Sheshen cautiously, his injured hand still stinging as<br />
he pointed.<br />
“That’s where we’ve been headed all this time.<br />
The entrance to the catacombs.”<br />
The catacomb entrance stood, by far, as the<br />
most impressive sight the boys had ever beheld.<br />
Thousands of oak doors, stacked, one on top of the<br />
other, soared into the high ceiling above. Each<br />
doorway could only be reached by an iron ladder<br />
and was illuminated by its own torchlight.<br />
The boys stared with tight stomachs.<br />
“Who could have built this down here?” Peter<br />
shook his head with amazement.<br />
Sheshen only gazed up with a look of<br />
contempt. “It’s the dwelling of the dragon’s<br />
underling,” he sneered. “Full of the nastiest tricks<br />
and traps. But I’m willing to take my chances with<br />
him over his master.”<br />
“So, which way do we go?” Henry asked, trying<br />
to comprehend the sheer volume of doorways.<br />
“Doesn’t matter. You pick one,” Sheshen<br />
replied. “They all lead to the same places.”<br />
“Well, that doesn’t make a lot of sense,” Peter<br />
argued. “Who builds a giant wall of doors if all you<br />
need is one?”<br />
The one-eyed man leered spitefully for a<br />
moment, then smirked. “Well childrens, let’s just<br />
say there’s a key for every door. An army of keys, if<br />
you will.”<br />
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“Still doesn’t make any sense…” Peter<br />
continued muttering.<br />
“And if we’re lucky it won’t need to make<br />
sense. Okay. Now pick one and let’s move on.”<br />
Henry nodded obediently at Sheshen and<br />
motioned randomly at an entrance on the first level.<br />
Within no time, they were all climbing up a<br />
rusty ladder. When they reached the door Henry had<br />
indicated, Sheshen threw it open and scampered<br />
inside. The boys shrugged and followed along.<br />
Unlike the huge tunnel, this passageway was<br />
pitch black – not a spark of light anywhere. The<br />
party began trampling through puddles. Hot<br />
droplets of water rained down upon their heads and<br />
blasts of steam hissed up their legs. Henry wiped<br />
his face with his hand, only to find it was not his<br />
hand, but Walsh’s.<br />
“Hey, quit it.”<br />
“Sorry, Walshy.”<br />
“I can’t believe it. It’s like a sauna in here.”<br />
“Shh! Stifle yourselves,” Sheshen’s voice<br />
echoed. “You’re about to see deadly contraptions<br />
and vile enchantments of every kind. Stop acting<br />
like fools.”<br />
The darkness broke as a yellow dot of light<br />
appeared at the end of the way. When the group<br />
reached the light they entered an ornate hallway of<br />
carved statues. Walsh immediately remembered<br />
their beastly faces as those from the underwater<br />
chasm. Only these sculptures cupped bowls of<br />
normal fire, not the bewitched water flame.<br />
Sheshen and the boys stalked in silence across<br />
a cobblestone floor, their shadows jumping in the<br />
light. As Peter (who took up the rear) passed the<br />
halfway mark, he failed to notice a devilish pair of<br />
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eyes peeking at him. The eyes did not belong to the<br />
statues, however, but appeared inside the flame.<br />
Before long, all the flames had eyes, and soon<br />
little creatures jumped from the fire and landed on<br />
the floor. Each was a fat little ball of flame armed<br />
with a fiery trident.<br />
As they never made a sound, Peter did not<br />
notice the army of impish sparks as they crept up<br />
behind him. The boy just trotted along unawares<br />
until he felt a strange heat growing in his britches.<br />
Peter stopped abruptly. He thought he smelled<br />
smoke…<br />
“AIEE!” The ten-year-old leapt high into the<br />
air. Walsh and Henry whipped their heads around to<br />
see their friend scooting about on his backside<br />
trying to extinguish the smoke and flames attached<br />
to his fanny.<br />
The fire beasties charged after them snarling<br />
and spitting hot tongues like a demonic burning<br />
carpet.<br />
“Stay behind me!” Sheshen hollered, shoving<br />
the three boys aside. Uncorking his hip flask, the<br />
old man drained all the water into his bulging<br />
cheeks. Then, like a sprinkler system gone mad, he<br />
hosed the entire area wet. With shrieks of agony,<br />
the miniature devils evaporated into wisps of smoke.<br />
Walsh, Peter, and Henry cowered in the far<br />
corner, still patting down the smoke from Peter’s<br />
bottom. Though singed, at least they were safe.<br />
Unfortunately, the journey would now have to<br />
continue without a dollop of water.<br />
“What were those things, Mister?” Walsh bit his<br />
lip.<br />
“Flame Buds, Fire Demons, whatever you want<br />
to call them,” Sheshen replied. “Chinese Elementals.<br />
A very simple spell for a conjuring dragon.”<br />
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“I can’t do this anymore, Henry. I’m sorry, I<br />
just want to go back the way we came,” Peter<br />
whimpered.<br />
“Come on, childrens. Don’t just sit there<br />
scared. It’s time for you three to grow up and<br />
become men.” And with that, Sheshen turned and<br />
left the hall of statues with a scowl.<br />
“Maybe he’s right.” Henry sighed, rubbing<br />
Peter’s red crew cut encouragingly. “We haven’t<br />
been much help since we’ve been down here. We<br />
need to start pulling together like a team.”<br />
“Right. Team.” Peter nodded.<br />
“Okay. How about Team Nine – for Bot-Bot!”<br />
Walsh interjected.<br />
“TEAM NINE!” the three chorused together and<br />
slapped hands. The friends then rose to their feet<br />
as one and scurried out to find Sheshen.<br />
A lonely breeze traveled up and down the<br />
abandoned hallway after they departed, the fires still<br />
flickering. But one Flame Bud still lived and the<br />
critter jumped to the floor and chased after them.<br />
About an hour later, the explorers came upon<br />
a long chamber of red rock. Below their feet swept<br />
an infinite drop into a windy howling void. High on<br />
the other side stood a tall door, but the only way<br />
over lay up a narrow rocky staircase.<br />
The boys naturally looked to Sheshen to tell<br />
them what to do next (though other than the drop<br />
they couldn’t see anything harmful about this place).<br />
Nothing seemed distinguished about it, except for<br />
the lights. Large hanging candelabras dangled from<br />
chains like giant wheels of fire.<br />
“Too many torches… I don’t like it… no reason<br />
that room should be so bright,” Sheshen said,<br />
rubbing his saggy jowls.<br />
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“Nah, we’re not scared. Right guys,” Peter<br />
boasted, desperate to redeem himself in the old<br />
man’s eye.<br />
“Well, you should be. Look up in those<br />
corners, childrens. What do you see?”<br />
At first the boys could see nothing. Only the<br />
sound of beating wings could be discerned.<br />
Then Walsh caught sight of something.<br />
“There! Look!” he screamed.<br />
Deep in the recesses, flocks of dark shapes<br />
were stirring. One of them jetted into the open – it<br />
was a bat. Only it was not a mere bat, but more like<br />
a silhouette that flitted and flapped across the wall.<br />
“Shadow Bats,” Sheshen explained. “They’re<br />
why we can’t go up in the light. As soon as they<br />
sense your shadow, they’ll attack it, and rip it to<br />
shreds.”<br />
“So? So what? As long as they can’t touch us,”<br />
Walsh snorted.<br />
“Fool. While they attack your shadow, your<br />
flesh will be scraped clean as well. Now stay put<br />
whilst I go take care of these lights.” Sheshen knelt<br />
down and picked up a handful of loose stones.<br />
Then with amazing accuracy, he hurled the stones at<br />
the dangling chains above the candelabras.<br />
One by one, the mighty lamps came tumbling<br />
down, plummeting into the depths below. Soon the<br />
whole chamber fell black as midnight.<br />
“No shadows,” Peter said, admiring the old<br />
man’s intellect.<br />
“Yeah, you’re a pretty good shot, Mister,”<br />
Walsh agreed.<br />
“Shh, quiet peasants. Hold hands and I’ll take<br />
you across the dark.” Sheshen clamped his cold grip<br />
around the boys’ wrists.<br />
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Forming a human chain, the party cautiously<br />
heel-toed one foot in front of the other. The<br />
youngsters knew they must be inside when they felt<br />
harsh winds begin whipping their faces. Henry tried<br />
not to imagine what it would be like to have your<br />
shadow ripped into pieces, and consequently, have<br />
your skin do the same.<br />
So long as it’s dark, we’re safe. Henry tried to<br />
comfort himself.<br />
But they were not safe. The little Flame Bud<br />
(who had been tracking them for the better part of<br />
an hour) suddenly jumped onto the rocky staircase.<br />
Crowing with tiny laughter, the beastie lit up the<br />
chamber with a brilliant light. Immediately, four<br />
long shadows were cast upon the walls.<br />
“RUN!” Sheshen shrieked wildly.<br />
Henry, Walsh, and Peter darted for the door at<br />
the top of the stairway, but the Shadow Bats were<br />
already in fast pursuit, screeching diagonally over<br />
the walls.<br />
Walsh gulped fearfully as the first wave<br />
mobbed his shadow. The blonde fell to his knees,<br />
his face in agony. Peter and Henry watched<br />
helplessly as bloody scratches started to form over<br />
Walsh’s cheeks and forehead. In an instant, they too<br />
dropped with pain, clutching their faces and crying<br />
for help.<br />
A second wave of Shadow Bats swooped down,<br />
their fangs exposed like vampires. With cat-like<br />
precision, Sheshen leapt high into the air and landed<br />
squarely on the Flame Bud, stamping it out beneath<br />
the heel of his boot. The chamber went dark and<br />
the siege ended.<br />
When the shock wore off, Henry, Walsh, and<br />
Peter found themselves sitting in the stoop atop the<br />
tall stairwell. Sheshen tore strips from his shroud<br />
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and hastily tended to their wounds. It would be<br />
some time before the boys were ready to move<br />
ahead.<br />
After a long uneventful walk (which felt very<br />
welcome) the group arrived at a broad metal gate.<br />
Beyond loomed a corridor roughly ten feet in width<br />
and about three hundred feet in length. The area<br />
sat totally bare except for some stones that were<br />
strewn throughout, looking very much like randomly<br />
placed cairns.<br />
“Okay, childrens,” Sheshen said, hacking a<br />
great cloud of yellow dust. “Past these markers and<br />
we enter the catacomb proper.”<br />
“How do we get through, Mister Sheshen?”<br />
Henry asked politely. “I mean the gate’s shut, right?”<br />
“Yes,” the old man hissed, “and there’s<br />
another gate at the other end of this. But all you got<br />
to do is go real quiet. Do you think you can do<br />
that?”<br />
“Sure. Only I’m not bringing up the rear this<br />
time,” Peter protested. “Let Walshy take a turn.”<br />
“As if Buttums!” Walsh snapped back.<br />
“I’ll go in the back,” Henry offered bravely. “If<br />
anything happens, I’d rather it be to me than you<br />
guys.”<br />
His two friends looked at each other guiltily,<br />
but let Henry take the rear nonetheless.<br />
Sheshen went ahead and cranked a large rusty<br />
pulley attached to a chain. As he did so, the gate<br />
creaked and groaned, rising into the stone ceiling.<br />
He waved at the boys to follow his lead and they<br />
passed under the iron gateway.<br />
Slowly, they moved single file, making sure<br />
not to disturb the stone piles. Once they made it<br />
several feet in, Henry could not help sensing that<br />
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they were in trouble yet again. His brown almond<br />
eyes darted from side to side. Nothing stirred. He<br />
looked behind them. Nothing came.<br />
Suddenly, he felt a puff of air hit his ankle as<br />
though something were sniffing his foot. He quickly<br />
glanced down, but all he saw were the mounds of<br />
rock. Warily, he marched ahead so as not to fall too<br />
far behind. After another dozen feet or so a low<br />
growl echoed throughout.<br />
“Did anyone else hear that?” Henry whispered.<br />
“Yeah,” Walsh called back. “It sounded like a<br />
dog or something.”<br />
Sheshen stopped, checking the air with a<br />
concerned expression. “Keep moving – faster now,”<br />
he squealed.<br />
This time the growl turned into a chorus of<br />
BARKS and the party halted, quaking nervously.<br />
Henry felt something tickling his foot once more.<br />
Below him a heap of stones sat sniffing his sandal.<br />
Instantly, the pile leapt up. The rocks<br />
assembled together in midair, forming the shape of<br />
a canine. Other piles sprang to life as well. Some<br />
amassed into smaller dogs like Poodles. Others<br />
became larger, like Doberman Pinschers. But no<br />
matter what the rocky shape, all of them were<br />
aggressively snarling and snapping.<br />
As though rabid, the pack of gravelly hounds<br />
gave chase at a furious pace. Sheshen and the boys<br />
sprinted away, dodging and jumping every rock-pile<br />
that sprang up to bite them. At the end of the<br />
corridor, an open gateway beckoned. The old man<br />
skidded underneath and flailed wildly for Walsh,<br />
Peter, and Henry to catch up.<br />
The first two zoomed through, but Henry got<br />
snagged from behind when a pebbly pit-bull leapt<br />
from a boulder in the wall. The dog sank its<br />
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powerful jaws into Henry’s foreleg and began<br />
dragging him backwards to the pack. Walsh and<br />
Peter charged into action, racing back through the<br />
gateway and combining for a powerful kick to the<br />
creature’s midsection. Rocks and pebbles shot<br />
everywhere as the thing exploded.<br />
“Come on now!” Sheshen declared.<br />
But Henry could only grit his teeth, wailing in<br />
pain. So Walsh and Peter plopped him over their<br />
shoulders and rushed the boy to safety. The rest of<br />
the stony canines arrived right on their heels, but<br />
Sheshen activated a lever sending the gate’s iron<br />
teeth barreling into the ground. When the dust<br />
settled, all the barking had ceased and the dogs<br />
returned to harmless piles of stone.<br />
Walsh and Peter leaned back against the rocky<br />
alcove and took deep labored breaths. Sheshen<br />
worked swiftly to mend Henry’s leg, tearing the<br />
longest strips from his cloak yet. Blood dribbled<br />
onto the ground as the old man tied the bandage<br />
like a makeshift tourniquet.<br />
“Your friend’s lucky to still be here,” Sheshen<br />
said. “Dog Rocks. Not too good as pets. But very<br />
useful as guards.”<br />
“Is Henry going to be okay?” the boys asked.<br />
“Sure,” Sheshen answered.<br />
Henry quivered and trembled.<br />
“Very brave thing you did, childrens.” Sheshen<br />
tossed the boys his pouch of salted fish. “In some<br />
kingdoms you’d both be awarded honorary<br />
medallions given to the most valorous of warriors.”<br />
This idea brought a smile to Walsh and Peter’s<br />
lips and helped to perk their spirits.<br />
A few hours later, they all entered under a low<br />
overhang of boulders (Henry hobbling noticeably).<br />
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When the group came out the other side, they were<br />
faced with a decision. A golden brick labyrinth of<br />
interlocking rooms lay before them. There appeared<br />
to be no doors or windows. Each room connected to<br />
the other through an open breezeway, and strange<br />
symbols adorned every crevice and space, like some<br />
sort of curlicue wallpaper.<br />
The maze forked in two distinct directions at<br />
the outset. Left or right – which way would they go?<br />
As had become their usual custom, the youngsters<br />
turned to their leader for advice.<br />
“Where to now, sir?” Peter asked.<br />
“That’s not what bothers me… I know where<br />
to go,” Sheshen replied with unbroken<br />
concentration.<br />
“Well, what then?” Walsh asked.<br />
“Can’t you hear it?” The old man gestured to<br />
the walls. “He’s roaming around in there…<br />
somewhere in those rooms.”<br />
The boys squinted hard to hear whatever<br />
noise he meant.<br />
“Can you hear anything?”<br />
“Nope. How ‘bout you?”<br />
“Nope.”<br />
“Well, I can’t hear anything either.”<br />
“Me too.”<br />
“I think he’s hearing things.”<br />
“That’s because you won’t seal your lips,”<br />
Sheshen instructed angrily.<br />
When they followed directions the boys did<br />
hear something. It was very faint at first, but clearer<br />
with time. CLIP-CLOP, CLIP-CLOP, CLIP-CLOP… Deep<br />
inside the catacomb walls hooves paced back and<br />
forth, back and forth.<br />
“Ugh! It’s the DRAGON!” Walsh exclaimed.<br />
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“Silence. It’s not the Dragon. It’s the beast’s<br />
underling. I told you these are his catacombs.”<br />
Sheshen rubbed his scalp, continuing to ponder<br />
their next move.<br />
Suddenly, a cluster of odd winged things came<br />
fluttering up the passage.<br />
“Look! More Shadow Bats!” Peter cried out.<br />
“No, no, no.” Sheshen shook his head.<br />
“They’re not dangerous, not any more than<br />
butterflies.”<br />
Upon closer inspection the creatures were only<br />
fans; Chinese fans enchanted to fly.<br />
Sheshen reached out and took hold of one. It<br />
flapped harmlessly in his hand. “Ah, and they’ve<br />
given me an excellent thought.” He removed his<br />
dagger and (to the horror of the children) sliced his<br />
own palm. But no blood came out – only dust.<br />
“EW! GROSS!” Walsh cringed.<br />
“Bah. I’ve got nothing left,” Sheshen fretted,<br />
almost on the verge of tears. “You two,” he barked<br />
at Peter and Henry. “Give me some of your bloody<br />
bandages.”<br />
The two stared chillingly at one another, but<br />
did not dare refuse the old man while he had his<br />
dagger out. The boys handed over their stained<br />
black dressings (one from Henry’s leg and one from<br />
Peter’s hand).<br />
Sheshen attached them to the living fan and<br />
set it loose down the left passage of the labyrinth.<br />
“Come. Now we’ll attack the right side of the<br />
catacombs.”<br />
“But, why did you do that?” Peter wanted to<br />
know.<br />
“It’s time I set a trap of my own,” Sheshen<br />
answered cryptically and sheathed his dagger. “Now<br />
let’s move.”<br />
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For a good while the party breezed along<br />
uneventfully, passing room after room, hall after<br />
hall. Every area glowed in good light, either by<br />
torchlight or candle, and their guide always seemed<br />
to know just where to go. The only details that<br />
changed from room to room were the ornate<br />
curlicues on the wall. Nothing else developed for a<br />
long empty hour (except for boredom and intense<br />
thirst). Occasionally, the boys would hear the<br />
rustling CLIP-CLOP, CLIP-CLOP. But Sheshen bade<br />
them not to worry.<br />
“Just stand still, don’t talk, and look at me for<br />
instructions whenever you hear that sound,” he<br />
confidently directed. “Just don’t panic.”<br />
No sooner had these words escaped his lips<br />
when Walsh shrilled at full throat. “LOOK!”<br />
Crumpled in the corner lay a decomposing<br />
human skeleton. Henry and Peter joined Walsh in<br />
panicking, running about hysterically whirling their<br />
arms in the air like helicopters.<br />
“Calm down, peasants. You were bound to<br />
see a few of those down here. Calm down.”<br />
However, it would be several ear-piercing<br />
minutes before order could be restored, for the boys<br />
had never seen a deceased person in their lives.<br />
Finally, the drama ran its course and the three died<br />
down.<br />
“W, w, what happened to that man?” Peter<br />
stammered.<br />
“He died,” Sheshen retorted matter-of-factly.<br />
“B, b, but how d, d, did he d, d, die?”<br />
“Look. I wasn’t here when it happened.” The<br />
old man sighed irritably. “It appears he might’ve<br />
been gored or trampled upon. Anyway, his<br />
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problems are over. But ours aren’t. So let’s keep<br />
moving.”<br />
However, the boys would not budge and<br />
clutched one another in terror.<br />
“Who was he, Mister Sheshen?” Henry asked<br />
with a chill in his voice.<br />
Realizing they were hopelessly stalled until<br />
this curiosity became satisfied, Sheshen knelt down<br />
beside the ten-year-olds. “I don’t know, childrens.<br />
Maybe he was a dockworker that got lost, or an illfated<br />
architect who took a wrong turn. But judging<br />
by the suit and tie, I’d say he was a banker who got<br />
greedy. Now, can we go before we end up that<br />
way?”<br />
Dragging his troop to their feet, he escorted<br />
them into the adjoining room… where they<br />
discovered three more bodies.<br />
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”<br />
The next few hours elapsed quite slowly. For<br />
one thing, Peter felt the need to say a prayer over<br />
each new corpse they found. For another, Walsh<br />
insisted on poking every one for any signs of life.<br />
Henry, though, remained quiet. Eventually, (for<br />
better or worse) the boys became familiarized with<br />
the sights and smells of dead people.<br />
In this same gruesome fashion, the twists and<br />
turns kept on coming. But then Sheshen<br />
unexpectedly stopped. The party stood at the<br />
doorway of a room built in sandy bronze brick and<br />
stone. Upon the wall, they saw caricatures of three<br />
life-size men accompanied by ancient writing<br />
painted in black. However, the most notable feature<br />
bubbled across the floor – a pool of green slime.<br />
Sheshen contemplated for a moment and<br />
tossed a random pebble into the burping liquid.<br />
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Instantly, the rock dissolved. “Mm. Evil Jelly,” he<br />
muttered.<br />
“You mean like acid?” Peter twitched.<br />
“No. I mean Evil Jelly. But don’t fear. I know<br />
the answer to the riddle, of course. Can you read<br />
it?”<br />
Henry tried, but it looked too strange. “I think<br />
that’s ancient Chinese. First century B.C. maybe,”<br />
the boy guessed. “But I can’t read it.”<br />
Sheshen frowned with disappointment. “It<br />
says: ‘SEE HERE THREE MEN – PICK THE<br />
TRUSTWORTHY ONE AND HE WILL BEAR YOU<br />
ACROSS THE PIT.’”<br />
Peter stumbled forward; his moment had<br />
finally come. “The middle one. He’s our guy.”<br />
“No way, Petey.” Henry shook his head. “It’s<br />
the bald guy. He’s got trustworthy eyes.”<br />
“Nah, you’re both way off,” Walsh shoved them<br />
aside. “That last dude’s smiling.”<br />
The three turned to Sheshen leaning in the<br />
corner.<br />
“Well Mister, who’s right?”<br />
“Wrong, peasants. You’re wrong, wrong,<br />
wrong. The answer is none of them will help you.<br />
That one’s a lawyer; he’s a fortune-teller; and the<br />
last is a tax collector. They’re all crooked.”<br />
Peter banged his fists fitfully. “So, how do we<br />
get across?”<br />
Sheshen gestured up to the roof. Above their<br />
heads appeared another painted man, this one<br />
hanging by his neck from a rope. The man pointed<br />
towards a set of rungs that lined the ceiling.<br />
“But that man’s dead,” Walsh noted.<br />
“Precisely. Him, you can trust. It’s a riddle.<br />
Get it? He’s dangling like we’ll all be when we cross<br />
over on those handrails. Ha, ha, ha. Very funny.”<br />
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The boys did not find it quite as amusing, but<br />
dangle they did as the old man heaved them up to<br />
the roof. Crossing over reminded Walsh and Henry<br />
of the monkey bars they used to play on in school.<br />
However, Peter grunted and griped just to make it<br />
three rungs deep.<br />
“Come on, Petey. You can do it,” Henry<br />
encouraged safely from the other side. “It’s just like<br />
the President’s Physical Fitness Test we took last<br />
year.”<br />
Walsh quickly reminded Henry that that<br />
particular test was the only one Peter had ever failed<br />
in his life. In the end, Sheshen carried the hefty<br />
child to the other side on his back.<br />
From that point forward, the old man<br />
accelerated the pace through the catacombs. The<br />
party zigzagged in and out of trap-rooms and riddlechambers<br />
at near breakneck speed; past slicing<br />
blades and poisonous idols; through hammering<br />
gongs and quicksand floors; and under shifting<br />
bricks and slicing whips. Each puzzle proved to be<br />
little more than child’s play for Sheshen (a nuisance<br />
more than anything fatal).<br />
“Hurry, childrens! Faster! Faster!” he<br />
demanded, leaving behind a dusty footprint with<br />
every step he took.<br />
At last, Sheshen dropped to the ground with<br />
exhaustion. Immediately, trap doors fell on both<br />
sides of the group, sealing them inside an odd<br />
room. The walls were covered with levers on every<br />
side, and next to every handle a tiny picture was<br />
drawn.<br />
“This is it, childrens…” GaG, CoUgH, wHeEzE!<br />
“This is the last of the trap rooms. We’re almost free<br />
of the catacombs.” HAcK, GaRgLe, cHoKe!<br />
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The boys watched as Sheshen groped feebly<br />
about the floor.<br />
“Hey, Mister. Just take it easy and rest for a<br />
minute. My friends and I will figure out this last<br />
puzzle for you,” Henry offered.<br />
“Ha. Indeed. Be my guest little warriors.”<br />
Sheshen giggled.<br />
Henry, Peter, and Walsh surveyed the myriad<br />
of levers.<br />
“Obviously, only one of the triggers will<br />
release us,” Peter surmised. “Anything else will<br />
undoubtedly unlock some kind of deathtrap.”<br />
“Right,” Henry agreed, “and the clue as to<br />
which is the correct switch is in one of these<br />
pictures.”<br />
“Yeah,” Walsh nodded, wishing he could add<br />
something brilliant to his bright-minded friends.<br />
“It might help to know what the riddle is,”<br />
Sheshen mentioned. “The pictures all read: ‘IT IS<br />
WHEN TRUE LOVE TRULY BLOSSOMS.’”<br />
“‘When true love truly blossoms,’” Henry and<br />
Peter repeated, examining the pictograms even<br />
closer.<br />
Each drawing portrayed the same man and<br />
woman at different stages of their lives together.<br />
“Hmm,” Peter pondered. “My guess is it’s this<br />
one when the couple gets married. That’s true love.”<br />
“I don’t think so,” Henry disagreed. “Too easy.<br />
I think it’s this one where he gives the girl flowers.”<br />
“Flowers? That could mean anything.”<br />
“No Petey, look closer at the flowers. They’re<br />
lotus blossoms he’s giving her. It’s when true love<br />
truly BLOSSOMS. Get it?” Henry clarified.<br />
“Both excellent guesses,” Sheshen chimed in,<br />
crumpled on the hard floor. “But pull either of those<br />
levers and we’re all finished. Want to try again?”<br />
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“It’s this one,” Walsh then spoke up. His voice<br />
sounded remote and troubled. The placard he<br />
pointed to showed the man leaving the woman and<br />
her child.<br />
Sheshen struggled to his feet and came near<br />
him, his eye brimming with wonder. “Ah.” He<br />
cackled. “This boy knows something of the world<br />
already. Yes. This one’s had his heart broken –<br />
unlike your friends. Am I right?”<br />
“It just seemed like a play on words,” the<br />
blonde explained in a choked voice. “Leave her –<br />
lever – this room’s full of levers. That’s all I was<br />
thinking.”<br />
“Indeed. Divorce is the answer.” The old man<br />
smiled snidely as though he delighted in the pain he<br />
sensed.<br />
Walsh shot him a nasty look and Sheshen<br />
flipped the lever. The doors went crashing apart<br />
and they were free to go.<br />
“Make haste, childrens. Our prize awaits.”<br />
But no sooner had the party stepped into the<br />
next chamber when…<br />
ROAR!!!<br />
The boys froze, every muscle in their bodies<br />
tensing like rubber bands about to snap. Sheshen<br />
did not startle, however. He only waited patiently<br />
with a finger pressed to his lips.<br />
CLIP-CLOP, CLIP-CLOP! Strutting hooves<br />
echoed around the room as though only inches<br />
away.<br />
“I can smell you, you old beggar!” a voice<br />
rumbled through the walls. It was demonic, deep,<br />
and ominous. “So. You returned again. How many<br />
times do you expect to freely take of my master’s<br />
gold? I smelled your dry bones at dawn this<br />
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morning and not just that… this time you’re not<br />
alone.”<br />
CLIP-CLOP, CLIP-CLOP, CLIP-CLOP!<br />
Henry shuttered, trying to keep his knees from<br />
rattling, though he had never been more afraid in<br />
his young life. He could hear a pair of great nostrils<br />
sniffing the air like a cyclone.<br />
SNIFF, SNORT, SNIFF!<br />
“Since you’re so smart, see if you can find<br />
me,” Sheshen announced brashly.<br />
Peter stared at him as though insane.<br />
“Outrageous arrogance, Thief! Do you really<br />
suppose you know these catacombs better than me?<br />
Not one brick stands atop another that I did not<br />
place myself.”<br />
And with that the hoof-beats began charging.<br />
CLIPPITY-CLOP, CLIPPITY, CLIPPITY, CLIPPITY-CLOP!<br />
“RUN! HE’S IN THE NEXT ROOM,” Peter<br />
squeaked.<br />
“Don’t move,” Sheshen replied, resolutely<br />
holding his ground.<br />
The hooves clattered everywhere, beating in<br />
the boys’ eardrums, and finally skidded to a halt.<br />
From the shadows of the adjacent room, the<br />
lumbering form of a minotaur strode forth stamping<br />
and snorting ravenously. Rammus saw motion in<br />
the corner and lowered his powerful horns to gore it,<br />
only to watch something flutter up to the ceiling. A<br />
little Chinese fan flapped idly by with a few friends.<br />
Attached to the creature’s wings were two long<br />
strips of bloodstained cloth.<br />
“HEE, HEE, HEE, HEE, HEE!” came a mocking<br />
cackle.<br />
From a small hole at the base of the wall, (no<br />
bigger than a mouse) Rammus spied an eyeball.<br />
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“Poor old <strong>Ring</strong> Nose. You really are a dope,<br />
and you really are a chump,” Sheshen taunted.<br />
“Why don’t you use that sackcloth to dry your crying<br />
eyes. HEE, HEE!”<br />
On the other side of the wall the boys saw a<br />
great beast’s nostrils blasting heated snorts into the<br />
tiny hole.<br />
Sheshen knelt down even closer to greet him.<br />
“Well, you goofed Bull-Breath Hair-Ball,” he said.<br />
”You followed your nose down the wrong rabbit<br />
hole. If you start galloping now, you can probably<br />
retrace our steps in an hour or two. Of course, by<br />
then I’ll be bathing in your master’s gold.”<br />
“NO!” the minotaur raged.<br />
“Oh yes!” Sheshen promised from his hands<br />
and knees.<br />
“I swear this now… Before the next moon your<br />
head shall be under my hooves, THIEF!” Rammus<br />
bellowed.<br />
“Indeed. See you soon then.” The old man<br />
winked his one good eye and rose weakly to his feet.<br />
He, Henry, Walsh, and Peter then exited the<br />
catacombs forever.<br />
After a brisk stroll through a craggy dell,<br />
Sheshen and the boys came upon a terrain strewn<br />
with boulders that glowed red hot with fire.<br />
Moisture in the air burned and snapped into searing<br />
heat vapor.<br />
“This place just won’t let up,” Peter grumbled.<br />
“It keeps getting hotter and hotter.”<br />
“We’re almost to the tunnel that leads straight<br />
into a secret place in the dungeon. I left a mark so I<br />
could find it again. Can you see it?” Sheshen<br />
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The boys did not see anything. The old man<br />
led them down a winding path around the huge<br />
blistering rocks that sizzled like giant eggs about to<br />
pop.<br />
In the distance, Peter thought he made out a<br />
blue spot amidst all the redness. He wiped his<br />
foggy glasses with a finger. “Is that it?” the redhead<br />
chanced.<br />
“It is.” Sheshen patted Peter’s chubby head.<br />
“These fiery boulders are called Lava Eggs. They’re<br />
full of molten magma. This dead one I drained like a<br />
coconut. See the hole? EGGS marks the spot, so to<br />
speak.”<br />
The large, lifeless blue stone had a puncture<br />
in its side and a stream of cooled lava lay in a<br />
puddle below it.<br />
Rolling the giant rock aside, Sheshen slithered<br />
into an opening underneath. Henry, Walsh, and<br />
Peter eagerly snuck inside to join him. This cave felt<br />
very much like the first one they had encountered –<br />
hot and cramped. However, the earth here was<br />
much smoother, sparing the children additional cuts<br />
and bruises. The ground bent in waves, forcing<br />
them to crawl up and down on their bellies like<br />
worms on parade.<br />
After a time, they all reached the end of the<br />
tight tunnel. By now the boys’ mouths felt like chalk<br />
and a cool drink held foremost in their minds.<br />
“Are you sure you don’t have just a drop more<br />
in your canteen, Mister?” Walsh asked sluggishly.<br />
“Snap out of it,” Sheshen barked. “Don’t get<br />
drowsy on me now. We’re here.” The old man<br />
wrestled his long sinewy fingers against the slimy<br />
tunnel’s end and began shoving and pushing, his<br />
boots plowing in the dirt to gain some leverage.<br />
“EEEEEEEE! ARRRGGGG!”<br />
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Like a loose tooth, a huge brick slid out of<br />
place and crashed onto the other side. Torchlight<br />
spilled inside the tunnel and Sheshen hurriedly<br />
scrambled out. The three boys followed next, and<br />
found themselves in a dank cellblock of bricks and<br />
bars.<br />
Sheshen stood tall, collected his bearings, and<br />
quickly set about peering through every jail. “Where<br />
is she? Where?” the old man babbled to himself.<br />
Henry quickly snuck a peek from behind<br />
Sheshen. The boy’s heart then plummeted. He saw<br />
the one vision he feared the most; the skeletal<br />
remains of a young girl, her nightgown flapping in<br />
some deathly breeze. “MAI MAI! ANSWER ME! MAI<br />
MAI!”<br />
“Shush,” Sheshen snarled at him. “That’s not<br />
your sister.”<br />
“Henry,” a sickly voice called out.<br />
“Mai Mai,” Henry called back. “Is that you?”<br />
“Henry,” the voice trickled out again from a<br />
dark corner.<br />
The boy sprinted over feverishly. But when he<br />
reached the shadows he saw nothing, only bits of<br />
brick scattered along the ground.<br />
“Mai Mai, where are you?”<br />
“Henry… down here.”<br />
Henry saw a half-piece of broken brick with a<br />
face smiling up at him faintly.<br />
“My name’s Ping, your sister told me all about<br />
you…” Suddenly a withered white hand snatched<br />
Ping from the ground.<br />
“WHERE’S THE GIRL WITH THE PEARL?!”<br />
Sheshen squeezed viciously, his voice monstrous<br />
and coarse.<br />
The little brick started choking. “Rammus,<br />
guh, guh… took her, guh, guh…”<br />
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“WHERE?!”<br />
“The Heart, guh, guh… of the Lair…”<br />
“Take it easy, Mister Sheshen. Let him go.<br />
He’ll talk to us,” Henry said, grabbing for Ping, but<br />
he could not reach him.<br />
The broken brick cried out in desperation.<br />
“Boys… Boys… don’t listen to him. Anne Mai’s got<br />
his pearl… guh… guh… he’s got to… GAH…”<br />
Sheshen smashed the little creature against<br />
the wall. Ping shattered into pieces. The brick’s tiny<br />
eyes rolled up and his face vanished forever.<br />
“WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!” Henry<br />
exclaimed.<br />
The old man rent his garments and collapsed<br />
into a pile of black robes on the floor, dust spewing<br />
from his lungs.<br />
“Don’t listen to that loathsome liar. It knows<br />
nothing, childrens. We’ve failed. FAILED!”<br />
The weary lot collectively dropped their heads<br />
and fatigue took them.<br />
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For a long empty hour, the four defeated souls<br />
sat motionless in the middle of the dungeon floor,<br />
the torches along the walls flickering and dying.<br />
Hunger pangs were beginning to tug at the children,<br />
rivaling the thirst that was already consuming them.<br />
Henry gazed up at the limp Walsh and Peter. They<br />
were weakly leaning against each other for support.<br />
He doubted whether either could take another step.<br />
“Mister Sheshen, do you have any more of<br />
those fish?” Henry asked.<br />
The old man huddled up inside his robes and<br />
hid himself below his shadowy hood. Without<br />
looking up, Sheshen tossed his food-satchel between<br />
the boys, who snatched it up in a heartbeat. But<br />
only four skinny fish remained.<br />
“So, uh, who gets the extra one?” Peter<br />
wondered achingly, emptying the bag upside down<br />
to get at any crumbs.<br />
“Here,” Henry said giving his friends two each.<br />
“I want you guys to have them.”<br />
Walsh and Peter gobbled the last of the salty<br />
fish without even questioning the boy’s generosity.<br />
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“What do we do now, Mister?” Henry inquired<br />
more pointedly.<br />
“Make peace with your maker,” Sheshen finally<br />
retorted in a snide voice.<br />
Henry rubbed his temples in frustration. “Do<br />
you know where my sister’s been taken? Do you<br />
know a safe route into this Heart of the Lair?”<br />
The old man brooded. “There is no safe route<br />
there.”<br />
“Yeah, but you’re going to take us anyway,<br />
aren’t you chump,” Walsh interjected.<br />
Both Peter and Henry were caught by surprise<br />
at their friend’s offhand comment.<br />
“What’s Anne Mai got of yours?” Walsh<br />
continued. “A pearl, isn’t it? That’s what you’re<br />
really after down here. Not her.”<br />
“Now don’t you go believing that two-faced,<br />
little brick, childrens,” came Sheshen’s sinister<br />
answer. “Nothing but lies, that one. That’s why I<br />
put him out of his misery.”<br />
“Yeah, sure it is,” Walsh said skeptically.<br />
“What does it matter anyway,” Peter threw up<br />
his hands despairingly. “I can’t move. I’m too<br />
hungry, and I need a drink so badly.”<br />
“I might be able to scrounge you something,”<br />
Sheshen declared (largely to change the subject). He<br />
trotted stiffly down the corridor to an empty cell and<br />
peeked through. Inside sat a half-uneaten cauldron<br />
of thick goop.<br />
Peter poked out his fuzzy red head. “Is that<br />
what I think it is? Is that f, f, f, food?” The boy leapt<br />
towards the open jail door with both arms extended.<br />
“No. Don’t go near that door,” Sheshen<br />
warned. “Let me do it.”<br />
Lockjaw’s whip-like tongue hissed<br />
disappointedly, lashing about the lock.<br />
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The old man cautiously slinked inside the<br />
open cell, noticing the bulging eyeball watching him<br />
from within the keyhole. Gently picking up the black<br />
kettle, Sheshen started back for the doorway.<br />
“HOY! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING<br />
WITH THAT?!” cried out a gnarly little brick.”<br />
“YEAH! PUT THAT BACK YOU OLD THIEF!”<br />
squealed another brick in the wall.<br />
Sheshen only sneered as he made his way<br />
back out of the empty cell. Suddenly, Lockjaw<br />
pounced, the door’s razor sharp tongue striking like<br />
lightning. In a blaze, Sheshen chopped through the<br />
air with his dagger. A flash of sparks ignited and a<br />
terrible SHRIEK howled. In an instant, Lockjaw’s<br />
metal tongue lay wriggling upon the floor like a<br />
broken lizard’s tail.<br />
“Now are you going to keep quiet? Or should I<br />
take your tongues as well?” Sheshen warned the<br />
nasty little bricks.<br />
The ugly faces cowered and disappeared.<br />
Sheshen handed the pot over to Peter’s eager<br />
fingers. “Here. That’ll tide you over for a time.”<br />
“Yeah. It’s actually pretty good. What do you<br />
call this stuff?” Peter wondered, as Walsh snatched<br />
the soup away from him.<br />
“Gruel, and it’s only appetizing when you’re<br />
starving to death. But it will keep you alive,”<br />
Sheshen mused.<br />
Walsh lodged his blonde head inside the<br />
cauldron to lick it clean.<br />
The old man sheathed his blade and began to<br />
survey the dungeon with his one good eye. “There,”<br />
he said with a wheezing sneeze of dust. “The girl<br />
must have tried to escape using that waterway.”<br />
“Let’s get her and get out of here,” Peter<br />
uttered with renewed vigor.<br />
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“No,” Sheshen refused. “That way will only get<br />
us captured, too. Come. I know another way.”<br />
For hour upon hour, the journey resumed<br />
through a tight musty tunnel. The boys could feel<br />
the effects of dehydration catching up with them,<br />
and the temporary relief from the gruel was starting<br />
to wear off. Henry staggered and lurched through<br />
the humid air, phony visions of a watery oasis rising<br />
from the ground.<br />
Then, their path opened abruptly into an even<br />
broader passage of reddish marble pillars. This new<br />
hallway appeared well lit by some unseen source,<br />
and would have been elegant were it not for the<br />
floor (which remained only dirt).<br />
The passageway spanned and spanned, up<br />
one slope and down another. Over every incline,<br />
Henry prayed for an end, but the smooth pillars kept<br />
going on into infinity. Suddenly, Henry caught the<br />
vision of water yet again.<br />
Peter came up from behind him and rubbed<br />
his glasses. “Whoa, is that really what I think it is?”<br />
he asked, wiping a dry tongue over his lips.<br />
“You mean you can see it, too, Petey?”<br />
“Yup.”<br />
The two fell down and crept towards the water<br />
on bended hands and knees. It was a tiny stagnant<br />
pool with a ray of sunlight twinkling upon it. This<br />
brought hope on two fronts. One, because the<br />
puddle looked so inviting, and two, because<br />
sunshine must mean they were somewhere near the<br />
surface.<br />
Peter lowered his lips to the pool while Henry<br />
watched in the water’s reflection.<br />
“It’s poison if you do, childrens.”<br />
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Peter squeezed his eyes and tried to block<br />
these words from his mind.<br />
Sheshen repeated his warning, but to no avail.<br />
Just then Walsh came rushing up from behind.<br />
“NO! Don’t do it Pete! STOP HIM HENRY!” he cried<br />
out.<br />
With his last bit of strength and good sense,<br />
Henry draped an arm over Peter and blocked him<br />
from drinking.<br />
“I don’t care if it’s poisoned. I’m going to die<br />
without a drink,” Peter fussed.<br />
“Look!” Walsh demanded, tripping over himself<br />
and pointing feverishly at his wristwatch. “What<br />
time is it?”<br />
“Half passed a freckle, quarter to a hair. I<br />
don’t care. I’m drinking,” Peter persisted.<br />
“It’s 2:00 AM Hong Kong time right now – so<br />
where’s that sunlight coming from?” Walsh shook<br />
his companion wildly.<br />
Henry smacked his own forehead in<br />
agreement.<br />
“Listen to your friend, boy,” Sheshen<br />
instructed. “We’re nowhere near the surface. That<br />
sunbeam’s false.”<br />
Peter’s head fell into his hands. The boy’s<br />
heart sagged in one drawn beat and all hope faded<br />
from him. Henry slumped down as well, passing in<br />
and out of consciousness as if a great sleep were<br />
about to befall him.<br />
At that moment a CLAP-CLOP, CLAP-CLOP,<br />
CLAP-CLOP filled the passageway.<br />
“Oh no. It’s him again. It’s the minotaur!”<br />
Walsh yelped with terror. “Run you guys! Run!”<br />
But no one could even lift a muscle from the<br />
ground. CLAP-CLOP, CLAP-CLOP, CLAP-CLOP! The<br />
sound grew and grew. Even Sheshen shrank<br />
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fearfully, for the first time uncertain of what was<br />
coming toward them. Could the Minotaur have<br />
tracked them here? Had he failed to fool him?<br />
Henry tried once again to stand, thinking he might<br />
distract the beast while his companions escaped, but<br />
his body refused.<br />
A stout shadow formed amongst the red<br />
pillars. CLAP-CLOP, CLAP-CLOP, SPOING, SPOING!<br />
Over a gentle rise came a tiny, round, and metallic<br />
figure.<br />
“BOT-BOT!”<br />
It did, indeed, resemble the lost little robot in<br />
almost every detail: smooth armor, oversized claws<br />
for hands, spring-loaded legs, and two red camera<br />
lights as eyes. However, one detail looked to be<br />
quite different. The tyke was now solid gold.<br />
Bot-Bot approached them, walking timidly<br />
upright without any remote. When it reached the<br />
four gawking persons, it stopped, and a most<br />
remarkable thing occurred. Their robot spoke to<br />
them. “Writ of habeus corpus. Sustained.<br />
Overruled. I move to strike that from the record.<br />
GUILTY, GUILTY, GUILTY!” Bot-Bot looked completely<br />
unaware of anyone or anything around him.<br />
Walsh, Peter, and Henry lay motionless (total<br />
awe upon their faces). Walsh braved a hand forward<br />
to touch Bot-Bot’s shimmering exterior.<br />
“Good day, your Honors,” the stubby, golden<br />
robot puzzled in a metallic voice. He then continued<br />
speaking judicial gibberish for several more<br />
minutes. “With the court’s permission, I’d like to file<br />
some briefs. My client pleads innocent. NO!<br />
GUILTY, GUILTY, GUILTY!”<br />
“He’s alive. He talks,” Henry astounded.<br />
“Yeah – like a lawyer,” Peter noted.<br />
“And he’s turned to gold,” Walsh ogled.<br />
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“It must have happened that night in the bank<br />
along with all that other stuff. That explains why we<br />
lost transmission,” Peter deduced.<br />
“I concur.” Henry nodded. “But that doesn’t<br />
explain why he’s walking and talking.”<br />
“Your Honors, please the court,” Bot-Bot<br />
interjected as though offended about being ignored.<br />
“Can you tell me, where is the Gold Maker?”<br />
“Gold Maker?” Walsh pondered aloud.<br />
“Yes, your Honors. I seek the one who made<br />
me. The Gold Maker. The Gold Master. Do you<br />
know the one I mean?”<br />
“We made you,” Peter replied honestly. “I<br />
designed you. Henry built you, and Walshy paid for<br />
you. Well, Walshy’s parents paid for you.” Peter<br />
expected this barb to roust some kind of reprisal<br />
from his blonde friend, but none came.<br />
Walsh only slumped forward on his elbows<br />
and nibbled at his lower lip. “Gold Maker. Gold<br />
Master. Gold Dragon,” he murmured. “The old man<br />
was telling us the truth after all.”<br />
The boys turned and looked behind them.<br />
Bundled in the corner, a pile of black robes sat<br />
gazing at them grumpily. Henry, Walsh, and Peter<br />
again huddled together.<br />
“You think I ought to go apologize for<br />
mouthing off at him earlier?” Walsh whispered.<br />
“Yeah, probably. Maybe he can tell us<br />
something about what happened to Bot-Bot,” Henry<br />
urged.<br />
Quickly, the children scooped up the docile<br />
little robot and ran over to Sheshen.<br />
“Hey, Mister. I’m sorry about everything I said<br />
before,” Walsh offered contritely, batting his big blue<br />
eyes and applying his deepest dimples. “So, uh, no<br />
hard feelings, huh?”<br />
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Sheshen did not move at first, but finally<br />
broke his fang-like teeth into a wide smile. “So, this<br />
little creature belongs to you, eh?” he said in a weak,<br />
choked tone. “And you want to know what I know<br />
about it – hence your change of heart. Very well. I’ll<br />
tell you a little story that may help answer your<br />
questions, but only on one condition. When I’ve<br />
finished, we don’t stop until we find the girl. No<br />
more delays, no more complaining, and most of all –<br />
NO MORE QUESTIONS! Agreed?”<br />
“Agreed,” the three boys yipped.<br />
The old man nodded and leaned against one<br />
of the red-polished pillars. Rolling up his sleeves, he<br />
fixed intensely upon his audience.<br />
There once was a village that dwelt<br />
across many oceans, over many mountains,<br />
and through many pampas. And lo, one<br />
particular evil dragon plagued this village:<br />
burning crops, poisoning lakes, and killing all<br />
the fish and game.<br />
Now, here lived an orphan boy, whose<br />
father had been eaten alive while trying to<br />
slay the awful beast, (as had many of the<br />
men). Season after season, the town went<br />
bankrupt hiring expensive slayers from<br />
foreign lands. But they all perished, the<br />
dragon hoarding their ransom for its plunder.<br />
Well, one day, the boy sat praying in the<br />
church about how to kill the dragon, and he<br />
had himself a vision. He saw an old hermit<br />
man who lived in the outskirts deep in a cave,<br />
and an angel told him this one would know<br />
how to defeat the scourge.<br />
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So the orphan set out to find him, and<br />
find him he did. Only the hermit was now too<br />
old to walk, so he struck a bargain with the<br />
boy. ‘If I tell you the Slayer’s Secret, will you<br />
help me until I die, and then take my place<br />
when I’m gone?’ The child agreed that he<br />
would.<br />
‘Then this is what you must do,’ said the<br />
old man. ‘Go find yourself some metal that’s<br />
been refined by the hand of a man at least a<br />
hundred years ago. Have a smithy fashion<br />
you a sword from it, then take the blade to the<br />
dragon’s lair and hide yourself till the moon<br />
rises high…’<br />
‘Now,’ the hermit told the orphan, ‘when<br />
the hour comes that the serpent begins to<br />
chant, it will change many common steels into<br />
precious metals. It’s then that you must slip<br />
your sword in amongst the rest and it, too,<br />
shall be enchanted. When it cools, the blade<br />
will have strength enough to pierce that<br />
beast’s scales, where as none other may.’<br />
At once the child left to undertake his<br />
mission, vengeance upon his mind. Only,<br />
where was he to get a piece of hundred-yearold<br />
metal? Then he remembered the church.<br />
The town’s forefathers had built it. The lad<br />
cleverly waited for the cleric to sleep, then<br />
stripped the sanctuary of a single steel beam.<br />
The orphan then traded the smithy a<br />
year’s labor for his services, and within a<br />
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month had himself a weapon. Now, on the<br />
given night, the boy followed a trail of burnt<br />
trees and came upon the dragon sleeping.<br />
Hiding the sword beneath some piles of<br />
knight’s armor he hid himself inside the vile<br />
worm’s snoring nostrils.<br />
When the dragon awoke to begin its<br />
arcane magic, it immediately smelt human<br />
flesh. The great serpent wheeled and<br />
thrashed but could find nothing. So it went<br />
ahead chanting and casting its dark spells.<br />
There in the moonlight, the orphan saw the<br />
piles of steel transform as the hermit had<br />
foretold.<br />
At this point, the dragon was weakened<br />
from all its sorcery, and it lay down to rest for<br />
a while. But after a time, a beautiful song<br />
filled the forest. It was the old sword singing!<br />
The beast leapt to its feet, but the youngster<br />
was quicker. Hopping down from the giant<br />
snout, the boy wielded his sword and throated<br />
the dragon.<br />
“Throated the dragon?” Peter queried, seeing<br />
as the tale appeared to have finished.<br />
“Decapitation at the neck. It’s a Slayer’s term.”<br />
Sheshen winked.<br />
“Wait, wait, wait just a second,” Henry<br />
rambled, a million questions racing through his<br />
mind. “Why did the sword come alive and start<br />
singing?”<br />
“Because of the old steel from which it was<br />
forged,” Sheshen explained irritably. “Metal carries<br />
the earth’s memories. The spell caused the sword to<br />
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come alive and remember all the choirs who had<br />
sung in that church. In fact, that blade would go on<br />
to become the Singing Sword of Old, later used by<br />
Saint George, I heard tell once, but it was lost long<br />
ago.”<br />
“So, that’s why he’s alive,” Peter pondered,<br />
peddling the robot’s little feet in his hands. “Bot-<br />
Bot’s frame and body panels were made from spare<br />
pipes that we got from the downtown courthouse,<br />
and that place was way over a hundred years old<br />
before the retrofit.”<br />
“And that explains why he talks the way he<br />
does – words you’d hear in a courtroom,” his<br />
Chinese friend theorized.<br />
“Indeed,” Sheshen replied, eyeing them<br />
closely. ‘Only the steel of antiquity first wrought by<br />
the hand of man no less than five score.’ That’s<br />
been the Slayer’s Secret even to this day.”<br />
“Are you saying Dragon Slayers still live<br />
today?” Henry flabbergasted.<br />
“Don’t play coy, childrens. Who else could<br />
have told you the mystery but a Dragon Slayer?<br />
Though I must say, your choice of weapons is odd,”<br />
Sheshen scoffed, glaring at Bot-Bot. “A spear would<br />
have at least served you better. Maybe even a spoon<br />
by the looks of this creature. What exactly do you<br />
expect this contraption to do against the beast of all<br />
beasts?”<br />
“I move to strike, your Honors. That’s<br />
irrelevant,” the robot sniped back.<br />
“Take it easy. You weren’t designed to hunt<br />
dragons, but you’re a cinch to win the Robotics<br />
Expo,” Peter encouraged Bot-Bot.<br />
“Hey. That’s right.” Walsh realized<br />
ecstatically. “We’re going to be famous all over the<br />
world now.”<br />
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“Better than that, Walshy. NASA’s sure to drop<br />
Team Omega and start sponsoring us,” Peter<br />
promised.<br />
“Stop it you guys. Let’s not get crazy here,”<br />
Henry reminded them in a levelheaded tone.<br />
“Right. Story time is over. We move!” Sheshen<br />
stated emphatically.<br />
“But, but, but…”<br />
“What about…”<br />
“Hang on a second…”<br />
“Enough questions! Now let’s be off,” their<br />
leader ordered and stomped away into the aisle of<br />
red pillars.<br />
Henry, Walsh, and Peter stared at one another,<br />
their mouths hanging for more answers.<br />
The finding of Bot-Bot gave the group a muchneeded<br />
second wind, and for a time, all thoughts of<br />
food or drink gave way to a single-minded purpose:<br />
find Anne Mai and get home. Fortunately the newest<br />
addition to the party bounded along on his own two<br />
feet (thankfully, as his new look increased his weight<br />
just as much as his value).<br />
Shortly, the ground under their feet changed<br />
from red dirt to golden flecks of sand. Bot-Bot<br />
began hopping up and down on his two springy<br />
legs.<br />
“Gold! Gold!” he kept chirping like a songbird.<br />
“The Gold Master must be this way!”<br />
The others stopped and looked on with<br />
concern. No one apart from Bot-Bot thought<br />
meeting up with the Gold Master sounded hopeful.<br />
Peter knelt down to investigate the sand, but<br />
Sheshen hastily grabbed him. “No,” he cautioned.<br />
“Don’t touch the sand here – not with your bare<br />
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hand. It will only wake things we want to sleep.<br />
Keep moving swiftly and quietly.”<br />
The children nodded and admonished Bot-Bot<br />
not to talk anymore.<br />
The ruddy pillars dead-ended in a yawning<br />
gateway of yellow stone. Beyond loomed a vast<br />
desert covered in golden dunes. As the group<br />
emerged into the open, they glimpsed a sparkling<br />
structure that seemed to be sprouting deep in the<br />
wilderness. They were headed straight for a<br />
glorious gilded city.<br />
The scene utterly stole the boys’ breath to<br />
behold; not even the entrance to the catacombs<br />
could match this in its sheer splendor. However,<br />
these were not the same fifth-graders that had stood<br />
before the doors of the catacombs. They had since<br />
learned to be wary of such awesome sights in this<br />
place.<br />
Silently, the tiny figures crept under an<br />
imposing wooden drawbridge. Inside the city, level<br />
upon level of gold bridges, towers, and houses<br />
stood abandoned, and countless rice-paper doors<br />
hovered everywhere.<br />
“Portals,” Sheshen mumbled to himself.<br />
It’s too quiet here, Peter thought. Where did<br />
all the people go?<br />
Sheshen snaked down an alleyway,<br />
summoning the others with a finger. The party<br />
followed their guide until they reached the end of<br />
the lane. Peeking around the corner, Sheshen’s face<br />
drooped into an especially sober expression. It only<br />
took two or three steps out of the alley to figure out<br />
why.<br />
The city was buried from wall to rafter in<br />
golden soldiers. Every sentry resembled a sort of<br />
armored skeleton key, and the boys wondered how<br />
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long it would take before they were spotted. But the<br />
army never moved; they were all fast asleep,<br />
weapons dangling harmlessly at their sides.<br />
Stepping delicately between snores and<br />
snoozes, the group managed a good two hundred<br />
feet deep, every step requiring a held-breath and<br />
total concentration to complete. But just as they<br />
were nearly through the thickest patch of<br />
slumbering soldiers, Bot-Bot made a disastrous<br />
decision.<br />
“Please the court, do you know the Gold<br />
Maker?” the robot asked, lifting the helmet off one<br />
of the guards.<br />
The Skeleton Key leapt to its feet, armor<br />
clanging like a church bell, and blew a wailing note<br />
from a horn strapped to its breastplate.<br />
“RUN! RUN! RUN!” Sheshen howled.<br />
“WHERE?!” the boys chorused in one voice.<br />
The old man dragged his team up a complex<br />
of narrow skywalks that wound high over the golden<br />
courtyard, Walsh just making it ahead of a volley of<br />
hurtling axes, knives, and spears. Multitudes of<br />
heavy-metal footfall thundered after them, sounding<br />
like an armada of kettle-drummers.<br />
“Curses!” Sheshen raged ferociously. Each<br />
access he tried quickly jumbled over with soldiers.<br />
He knew they were being boxed in for the kill.<br />
Before too long, the Skeleton Keys had forced<br />
their prey atop the pinnacle of the highest bridge.<br />
“Is this it? Are we really going to die?” Walsh<br />
gasped, inhaling panic.<br />
No one would answer. There were no more<br />
paths to tread and their enemies would be swarming<br />
over them in mere seconds. Henry lifted his head<br />
and saw both ends of the skywalk-system filling with<br />
relentless skeletal warriors.<br />
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“We’re done for!” Peter exhaled in desperation,<br />
grinding his fists into the sides of his crew cut.<br />
“Silence, you! I’ve lived too long to die now!”<br />
Sheshen spat angrily as he rose to his feet.<br />
A charge of metal boots beat the ground and a<br />
sortie of arrows pulled taut into a row of bowstrings.<br />
“Grab hold of me!” the old man commanded,<br />
and the children hastily latched onto his wide<br />
cloaked wingspan (Bot-Bot bouncing along naively at<br />
their side).<br />
Without any warning, they all plunged off the<br />
bridge just as the archers let fly. The screeches of<br />
soldiers erupted as a black snowball of robes and<br />
limbs fell hurtling back towards the earth. Air<br />
whizzed past the boys’ flailing extremities, and just<br />
as the ground came rushing up to greet their faces –<br />
PLOOF!<br />
A violent tug jarred their plummet, and before<br />
anyone knew it, they were floating. Henry removed<br />
his hands from his eyes for a peek. Sheshen’s<br />
wrinkly jowls were bulging tightly with air; no less<br />
than ten times the size of his head. Gently as an<br />
autumn leaf, the human dirigible glided back down<br />
to the courtyard below.<br />
The incredible maneuver caught the Skeleton<br />
Keys completely off guard. The escapees now easily<br />
made it to the center of the city where they found a<br />
staircase of hovering blue bricks. As they ascended,<br />
the little bricks beneath their feet cried out “get off<br />
my face!” or “watch where you’re stepping!”<br />
At the top step, a floating doorway of rice<br />
paper awaited them. Only the door led absolutely<br />
nowhere. A foggy void was all that swirled on the<br />
other side of it. Without delay, Sheshen shooed<br />
Henry, Peter, and Bot-Bot through the portal. But<br />
when Walsh’s turn came, the boy stopped short.<br />
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“Well, come on,” Sheshen implored.<br />
“Why aren’t following us up here?” Walsh<br />
wanted to know.<br />
At the bottom, a sea of Skeleton Keys lurked<br />
like shiny sharks along the courtyard. But they<br />
never came close to the blue stairway. The soldiers<br />
only hoisted their weapons wrathfully.<br />
“They protect this threshold, but dare not<br />
cross it. They’ve better sense than we. Now come,”<br />
Sheshen squawked.<br />
“Cool your chilis. Since they’re too afraid, let’s<br />
have a little fun.” Walsh rushed to the ledge and<br />
began mocking the army with foul names, faces, and<br />
unclean gestures.<br />
“NO! YOU FOOL! DON’T…”<br />
Far below, a spry marksman fired off a deft<br />
shot from his quiver of arrows. The dart found a<br />
new home in Walsh’s right shoulder, burying itself<br />
deep to the shaft (nearly to the feathers). The boy<br />
thrashed, falling backwards into the portal.<br />
On the other side, Peter, Henry, and Bot-Bot<br />
were waiting when Walsh came spilling out, writhing<br />
in agony upon a cold pathway. An instant later,<br />
Sheshen emerged and quickly tended to this latest<br />
wound.<br />
“W, w, what happened?” Peter clamored.<br />
Walsh did not answer (as he lay white with<br />
shock). Sheshen worked fast, his breaths swirling<br />
with dust. Pulling the shaft free, a golden<br />
arrowhead shown in the dim light, dripping with<br />
stripes of red. Henry and Peter shrank back aghast.<br />
The tip had a monstrous little face, and was<br />
ravenously biting and chewing on a mouthful of<br />
their friend’s muscle.<br />
Breaking the arrow in two seemed to kill it, as<br />
though snapping its spine. Casting the beastly<br />
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weapon aside, Sheshen removed his entire hood to<br />
create a crude sling for Walsh.<br />
“Keep your thumb here,” he instructed Peter,<br />
plugging the boy’s chubby digit into the open hole.<br />
Walsh flinched, madly gritting his teeth.<br />
“He’ll be fine. I pulled the arrow before it<br />
could feast on any of his bone. Though I hope this<br />
arm isn’t used for his studies.”<br />
“It won’t matter. He doesn’t study,” Henry felt<br />
confident in saying, causing Peter to laugh<br />
nervously.<br />
When the operation finished, everyone lifted<br />
the patient to his feet, where he fell right back down<br />
again.<br />
“Pardon the interruption, your Honors,” Bot-<br />
Bot cheeped in a singsong voice. “But maybe the<br />
court should recess here for a while so your Honors<br />
can rest.”<br />
“I don’t know,” Peter muttered looking around.<br />
“I don’t like it here. I’m freezing.” The boy suddenly<br />
realized his breaths were showing as vapor.<br />
“Hey yeah, me too,” Henry agreed. “It’s<br />
actually cold in here. This is the first time in days<br />
I’m not sweating. But where are we?”<br />
“This is it,” Sheshen said flatly. “Welcome to<br />
the Heart of the Lair.”<br />
A long icy corridor ran the expanse. It was<br />
blood red in color, smooth, and consisted of four<br />
chambers: north, south, east, and west.<br />
“We move. But remember this, don’t believe<br />
anything you see in here, no matter what.”<br />
The party began tiptoeing down the main<br />
passage (Walsh hung between his two buddies like a<br />
cross). It became clear that quiet movement did not<br />
matter here, for there were no clear sounds or<br />
echoes.<br />
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“Cold here, childrens,” their guide hissed in<br />
the silence. “It’s cold because this dragon’s heart<br />
has turned to stone, and it’s cold because evil blood<br />
pumps in its veins now.”<br />
Henry and Peter then saw a wide mirror that<br />
ran to the finish of the walkway. The reflection<br />
inside looked true enough: two boys carrying a<br />
third, a tiny golden robot, and a tall old man in the<br />
lead. But Peter noticed something. Glancing in the<br />
mirror, he saw Henry reach over and wrench him by<br />
the hair.<br />
“Ouch!” Peter yelped, feeling the tug. “Knock<br />
it off Henry!”<br />
“What Petey? I didn’t do anything,” Henry<br />
reacted.<br />
“Of course you did. You pulled my hair just<br />
now,” Peter argued, gazing into the mirror again.<br />
This time he saw himself smack Henry in the face.<br />
“Hey!” Henry objected hotly, feeling the sting<br />
across his cheek. “I said I didn’t pull your hair.<br />
Why’d you smack me?”<br />
“I didn’t.”<br />
“Liar. You did.”<br />
Henry and Peter were just about to drop Walsh<br />
and have at it when they saw the injured lad’s<br />
reflection. Two devilish lights flickered in his eyes.<br />
At once, Walsh grabbed his friends by their throats<br />
and started choking them. Henry and Peter fell to<br />
their knees, gagging and retching. Just as they were<br />
turning blue, Sheshen ran over and swatted them<br />
both.<br />
“Look!” the old man hollered irritably. “You’ve<br />
left the child lying on the floor. How could he choke<br />
you with one bandaged arm? THINK!”<br />
“But, but, but…” Henry and Peter stammered<br />
trying to refill their lungs with air.<br />
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“I told you already, don’t believe anything you<br />
see, and especially in that mirror.” Sheshen shook<br />
his fist at the two and continued on his way.<br />
Reclaiming Walsh atop their shoulders, the<br />
boys dragged ahead. But Peter still felt an<br />
overwhelming urge to glance at the mirror once<br />
again. This time the image of himself, Walsh, and<br />
Henry stood brimming with fangs and wild hair.<br />
Eyes flaming with hate, the three reflections stepped<br />
out of the mirror, and into the world of the living.<br />
“No, Petey! Don’t believe them! They’re not<br />
real!” Henry screeched.<br />
But Peter already believed, and the imposters<br />
charged forth with gruesomely wide mouths gaping.<br />
As the ghouls leapt into the air, their fingers<br />
sprouted claws. Henry and Peter cowered together.<br />
CRASH! SMASH! Sheshen kicked the mirror<br />
with all his might. Tinkling shards went pouring<br />
onto the floor as the mirror shattered into infinite<br />
pieces. The phantoms disappeared, and the boys<br />
lay sprawled on the ground like trout wiggling on a<br />
dock. Lifting a hand to his weary forehead, Sheshen<br />
let it drop again. The old man had no more words<br />
to spare except these:<br />
“Come. The Red Curtains await.”<br />
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BEYOND THE RED CURTAINS<br />
The Red Curtains hung over a doorway like a<br />
waterfall of decaying ruffles. Sheshen arrived first,<br />
halting Bot-Bot and the children abruptly. He looked<br />
around the cold smooth chamber and started<br />
sniffing the moldy fabric. From behind him, Henry<br />
and Peter craned their necks for a peek, though this<br />
proved difficult as they were still burdened with<br />
Walsh’s limp body.<br />
“Beyond is the inner sanctum of the whole<br />
lair,” the old man muttered. “If the dragon were<br />
here these curtains would be smoking. We’ve finally<br />
met up with some good fortune.”<br />
“Shall we go in, your Honors?” Bot-Bot chirped<br />
as though they were all here for tea and cookies.<br />
The boys waited for a sign from their leader.<br />
“Indeed. This is why we’ve come,” Sheshen<br />
nodded and vanished inside.<br />
Peter hesitated to follow him, but Henry forced<br />
the issue and they pressed in, carrying Walsh. The<br />
boys were not at all sure what to expect once they<br />
passed the curtains: a grand cave, hillsides of<br />
golden treasure, jewels, or death? What they found<br />
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shocked them even more – a small, quaint little<br />
bedroom.<br />
It sat intimate and petite: a dresser and<br />
wardrobe made from cherry-wood, a desk with a<br />
vanity mirror, and a silken chair with ottoman.<br />
Everything glowed comfortably in the light of a<br />
yellow lantern. In fact, the place would have been<br />
quite homey save for one thing – a glass bed<br />
standing in the center, a girl lying motionless atop<br />
its icy covers.<br />
“MAI MAI!” Henry burst with emotion.<br />
They had found her. Henry dropped Walsh<br />
onto Peter and raced over to his big sister. But he<br />
could not reach her. A glass ball encased the bed on<br />
all sides. The boy struck the case with both fists,<br />
causing a blue mist to swirl like a shaken snow<br />
globe.<br />
“ANSWER ME! MAI MAI! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!<br />
MAI MAI!” Henry screamed, but Anne Mai did not<br />
stir.<br />
“Is she dead, Mister?” Peter whimpered.<br />
Sheshen stared at the girl doubtfully, her chest<br />
never moving.<br />
Henry slid down onto his knees. “Mei Ling.<br />
Help her,” the boy prayed earnestly. “Please, help<br />
Anne Mai. Watch over her, Mei Ling.”<br />
“Who’s Mei Ling, Henry?” Peter whispered<br />
softly.<br />
“Mei Ling is Anne Mai’s twin sister. She was<br />
lost at birth, but my mom told me she still watches<br />
over Anne Mai and protects her,” Henry explained<br />
through tightly clenched eyelids.<br />
Peter immediately dropped Walsh in the corner<br />
and folded his hands in prayer. “Please, Mei Ling.<br />
Help Anne Mai,” Peter began repeating after Henry.<br />
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Bot-Bot also scampered over and lifted his<br />
claws in prayer.<br />
“Your sister was born a twin?” Sheshen asked<br />
as he studied Anne Mai’s stiff body. “A natural born<br />
twin?”<br />
“Yes. She was born a twin just like my father.<br />
It runs in the family,” Henry explained, while Peter<br />
continued to invoke Mei Ling’s name.<br />
Suddenly, Anne Mai gasped a mouthful of the<br />
colored smoke and began to murmur. “Too many<br />
windows for too many curtains… too many curtains<br />
for too many nights…” Anne Mai kept uttering this<br />
odd phrase over and over again. “Too many<br />
windows for too many curtains… too many curtains<br />
for too many nights…”<br />
“THANK YOU, MEI LING!” Peter praised the<br />
heavens.<br />
“What’s she saying? Is she dreaming? Why<br />
won’t she wake up? What’s wrong with her?” Henry<br />
begged Sheshen, tugging at his tattered sleeve.<br />
“She’s suffering from the Nightmare Sleep of<br />
the Dragon,” the old man answered. “She’s not<br />
dead. That gas is the beast’s breath, enchanted to<br />
make you slumber in eternal unrest.”<br />
“How do we get her out?” Henry studied the<br />
casing urgently.<br />
“Like this,” Sheshen replied picking up a<br />
golden hairbrush off the counter. He stepped<br />
forward and bashed the brush against the glass,<br />
shattering it open like an egg. Immediately,<br />
tentacles of bluish vapor rose from the ruins like<br />
toxic serpents. “Be gone!” Sheshen demanded, and<br />
cursed them in an ancient tongue. Quickly, the<br />
gasses fled into nothingness.<br />
Henry shot under the broken glass and raced<br />
to the bedside. His sister wrinkled her forehead as if<br />
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demonic visions still danced under her eyelids.<br />
Anne Mai’s face and nightgown were stained with<br />
dirt, but she appeared to be in good health. Slowly<br />
her big brown eyes fluttered open (the most<br />
magnificent sight Henry ever imagined seeing).<br />
“Mai Mai,” Henry whispered hopefully.<br />
Anne Mai sat up with perfect posture and held<br />
her head painfully. The sibling’s eyes met at last.<br />
“H, H, Henry?” the girl inquired weakly. “A, a,<br />
are you all right?”<br />
“I think that’s my line,” her little brother<br />
smiled endlessly and leapt into her arms.<br />
Peter and Bot-Bot gathered together reverently<br />
(Walsh still slumped over in the corner). But unlike<br />
the others, Sheshen’s face held stoic, not a mite of<br />
emotion to be found. If anything he seemed to be<br />
recoiling as he chewed his fingers.<br />
“Peter? What’re you doing here?” Anne Mai<br />
asked, looking up for the first time. “Where’s Mom<br />
and Dad, Henry?”<br />
Before anyone could answer, Bot-Bot hopped<br />
onto the bed. “Good Lady, please the court, do you<br />
by chance know the Gold Maker?” The little robot<br />
bowed humbly.<br />
“Henry, why’s your science project talking to<br />
me?”<br />
“It’s complicated, Mai Mai.” Henry patted Bot-<br />
Bot’s shiny dome.<br />
“A dragon did it, Anne Mai. A real one,” Peter<br />
rushed up to explain. “You wouldn’t believe the<br />
things we’ve seen.”<br />
“Don’t be so sure of that.” Henry wagged his<br />
head. “Mai Mai, do you remember anything at all?<br />
Who kidnapped you? Was it uncle?”<br />
“Uncle? Kidnapped? Uh, my memory isn’t real<br />
clear,” the girl confessed with a touch of<br />
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embarrassment. “I remember seeing a dungeon… I<br />
met a friend in there… and someone else too.”<br />
At that moment, the one-eyed man stepped<br />
into the light.<br />
“It was you,” Anne Mai exclaimed.<br />
“Indeed, young lady, and do you remember<br />
that we had a deal?” Sheshen inquired, his attempted<br />
grin drooping badly into a scowl. “As you can see, I<br />
fulfilled my part of the bargain.” The old man’s dark<br />
shrouded figure inched closer to the bedside.<br />
“I do remember that,” Anne Mai assured him,<br />
and slipping a hand into her nightgown pocket, she<br />
pulled out the green pearl. Once more the jewel<br />
began to glow as the teenager unwrapped her<br />
delicate fingers from around it. “But why didn’t you<br />
get my parents or the police?”<br />
“I tried them. Only these would believe me,”<br />
Sheshen replied, his lone eyeball fixed intently upon<br />
his treasure. “Give me my pearl, please.”<br />
Anne Mai wavered, holding the dazzling gem<br />
flat in her palm.<br />
“Don’t do it,” a voice called out boldly from<br />
the corner. Walsh stood alert, propping himself on<br />
one good arm. “We’ll never find our way out. You<br />
have to get us home first, Mister. Then she gives<br />
you that pearl.”<br />
The old man’s face knotted wrathfully. “You<br />
are not party to our deal,” Sheshen snarled, his<br />
hands trembling hysterically.<br />
“I am now,” Walsh remarked.<br />
“Scheming snot. How dare you try and barter<br />
after everything I’ve done for you. LOOK! I’M<br />
TURNING INTO A PILE OF DIRT!”<br />
“All the more reason to get us out of here<br />
quickly,” the blonde answered coolly.<br />
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Henry and Peter looked nervously at each<br />
other.<br />
“I’ll be dead before anyone gets out…” CoUgH,<br />
aCk. “Give me what is mine and I promise to lead<br />
the way,” Sheshen countered, struggling mightily to<br />
keep agreeable.<br />
Walsh thought hard for a minute. “No. Lead<br />
us home first,” he rebuffed firmly.<br />
Cold sweat trickled down Sheshen’s dangling<br />
jowls, dried spit clinging to the corners of his mouth<br />
like cotton. “Very well, childrens,” he sighed. “I<br />
have this last secret to trade. You know the Slayer’s<br />
Secret. But now I’m offering the Dragon’s Secret –<br />
the beast’s own hiding place.”<br />
Henry entered the negotiations. “We already<br />
know. My uncle’s bank is the dragon’s secret hiding<br />
place. You can’t play the shell game with glass jars.<br />
My dad taught me that.”<br />
“You’re mistaken,” Sheshen tittered. “This<br />
secret’s older than the earth is round.” He peered<br />
slyly at the boys’ faces, clearly having hooked their<br />
interest.<br />
However, something in the old man’s eye<br />
triggered the big-sister instinct in Anne Mai, and she<br />
spoke up decisively. “No. I am not interested in the<br />
dragon or any of its secrets. We need to go home<br />
right now. Take us out and I will give this back.”<br />
The girl wisely set the pearl back into her pocket.<br />
Sheshen stood up straight and glared hatefully<br />
at them all. Then his fangs twisted into a mad<br />
cackle. “Very well. Very well, indeed,” he shrugged<br />
his crooked shoulders with defeat. “Seeing as I have<br />
no leverage here, I am obliged to meet your terms. I<br />
will show you the way out.” With a gentlemanly bow,<br />
Sheshen beckoned towards the door.<br />
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“No. After you.” Walsh bowed suspiciously in<br />
return.<br />
Grinning with false respect, the old man<br />
obeyed and exited the bedroom.<br />
“Boys,” Anne Mai whispered hurriedly. “Wait<br />
with him outside the door. I’ll be out in just a<br />
minute.”<br />
“Why, Mai Mai? I’m not leaving you again,”<br />
Henry insisted.<br />
“I’d like to change into something other than<br />
this dirty nightgown, Henry.”<br />
“Change into what?” her brother wondered.<br />
“Well, this is clearly a woman’s bedroom,” the<br />
girl responded obviously. “I’m sure I‘ll find<br />
something in that wardrobe over there.”<br />
“But…”<br />
“Henry – go.” Anne Mai shooed her brother<br />
and his friends away. “And take your robot, please.”<br />
The ten-year-olds did as they were told, Bot-<br />
Bot scurrying after their heels.<br />
“Boys.” Anne Mai called them back.<br />
The youngsters returned and each received a<br />
kiss on the cheek. She never told them why and she<br />
never needed to; her eyes were filled with more than<br />
words.<br />
As soon as they all left, Anne Mai began to dig<br />
through the wardrobe closet. Sure enough, she<br />
discovered flowing Chinese robes and long silken<br />
gowns. They all looked fabulously expensive, but<br />
one particular white and gold piece caught the girl’s<br />
fancy.<br />
She changed behind a dressing divider, feeling<br />
a tinge of guilt over her theft. However, the<br />
memories of her cell, the gruel, and those biting<br />
bricks quickly cured her (though reminding her of<br />
Ping also). Where is my brave friend now? she<br />
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wondered. And what will be his punishment for<br />
helping me escape?<br />
Tying the robe off at her waist, Anne Mai<br />
admired herself in the vanity mirror. A long Chinese<br />
dragon was embroidered from collar to ankle. Her<br />
mother had once told her that all such serpents had<br />
five toes, antlers like a stag, and carried a pearl of<br />
wisdom. She retrieved the old man’s pearl from her<br />
discarded nightgown, slipped it into her new pocket,<br />
and set off.<br />
But just as Anne Mai ducked out of the red<br />
curtains she heard a familiar snickering.<br />
“Ah, there you are,” Sheshen greeted her. “It<br />
seems I now have the leverage I need to barter. Give<br />
me my pearl and I won’t have to bleed this<br />
unfortunate young soul.”<br />
Henry stood shaking, Sheshen’s curvy blade at<br />
his throat. Walsh and Peter stood some ten feet<br />
away, Bot-Bot cringing behind their legs.<br />
“How could you? He’s just a child.” Anne Mai<br />
winced in shock.<br />
“Give me my eye and I won’t have to.”<br />
“Mai Mai…” Henry choked, the dagger<br />
pressing hard into his skin.<br />
The girl never hesitated. Taking the green<br />
jewel into her palm she tossed it straight over.<br />
Immediately, Sheshen gobbled it out of the air.<br />
“NOW LET HIM GO!” Walsh and Peter declared<br />
in one frantic voice.<br />
“Please, Mister. You got what you wanted.<br />
Don’t hurt my brother.”<br />
“Oh, I wouldn’t think of it, young lady,”<br />
Sheshen answered conceitedly. “You see I want you<br />
all together and healthy so you can watch each other<br />
starve to death.” He tossed Henry aside and<br />
slithered through an impossibly tight crack behind<br />
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them. The old man now stood on the opposite side<br />
of a broad gate that barred the adjoining hallway.<br />
“Help us! Don’t just leave us here!” Peter<br />
pleaded.<br />
“Don’t waste your time,” Walsh sulked. “He’s<br />
not going to help us.” Sheshen only winked at them.<br />
“Please! I’m too young to die!” Peter fell to<br />
his knees and continued wallowing.<br />
“Farewell, peasants.” Sheshen pulled aside his<br />
eye-patch and stuffed the glittery pearl into the<br />
empty socket. Instantly, wads of flesh rolled off him<br />
in sickening POPS and SQUISHES! In mere seconds,<br />
he was no longer a wiry mongrel in a dark cloak, but<br />
had returned to a blubbery middle-aged man in<br />
pearly robes. “Ah!” he rejoiced in a stout voice; all<br />
remnants of sickliness and dust disappeared.<br />
“What are you – some kind of fat sorcerer?”<br />
Walsh asked with bewildered awe.<br />
“None of your business who I am, peasants,”<br />
the beefy Sheshen retorted, combing his long black<br />
whiskers with a painted six-inch fingernail. The man<br />
scoffed and turned to leave.<br />
“Wait!” Henry shouted after him. “What about<br />
the dragon’s greatest secret? At least tell us that<br />
since you’re leaving us to die.”<br />
“Hmm,” Sheshen paused. “It might not be<br />
starvation, but curiosity that kills you, or maybe it’ll<br />
be the cat.” With a final thunderous laugh, Sheshen<br />
departed into the darkness.<br />
“COME BACK, YOU! I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR<br />
ME!” Walsh grabbed the iron gate and shook it<br />
ferociously with his good arm. “DON’T LEAVE US! I<br />
TAKE BACK EVERYTHING I SAID!”<br />
Only a windy howl from the shadowy recesses<br />
gave reply. They were alone.<br />
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For the next hour the party tried to pick the<br />
gate’s imposing black lock. They used every article<br />
they could dig up from the bedroom: hairbrushes,<br />
hairpins, makeup brushes, nail files, clippers,<br />
jewelry, and a hundred other things. Occasionally,<br />
the lock would eat something with a loud BELCH, but<br />
nothing ever worked.<br />
“Well, this is useless.” Peter sat frustrated.<br />
“We’re totally empty on options.”<br />
“Maybe not,” Henry said hopefully. “There are<br />
four directions we can go from here. The bedroom<br />
is one. The opposite way is another… though that<br />
leads back to the Skeleton Keys.”<br />
“Forget about it,” Walsh grumbled, rubbing his<br />
right shoulder.<br />
“And this gate blocks the way in this<br />
direction,” Henry continued as though not hearing<br />
Walsh.<br />
“Which leaves one area we haven’t seen yet,”<br />
Peter agreed. “That one.” He boy pointed toward a<br />
lonely chamber leading west.<br />
“Well, we should at least investigate,” Anne<br />
Mai approved the notion.<br />
Everyone gathered together and made ready<br />
to start – except for one. Walsh refused to budge;<br />
his arms, legs, and eyebrows all crossed stubbornly.<br />
“Leave me,” he huffed.<br />
“Okay. Whatever. Take care, Walsh,” Peter<br />
retorted sarcastically.<br />
“Come on, Walshy. You know we’re not going<br />
to leave you here.” Henry tried to lift his difficult<br />
friend to his feet. “We’ve come this far. You never<br />
know, there could be water or a way out around the<br />
next corner.”<br />
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“Super. You find it and bring it back here.”<br />
Walsh sniffled his little nose as sparkles fought to<br />
jump from the corners of his big blue eyes.<br />
Henry threw up his hands and Anne Mai came<br />
over to rescue the effort. The teen whispered a<br />
couple words to the boy, but Walsh only bucked<br />
away angrily. Anne Mai gestured to the others,<br />
indicating that she wanted them to wait down the<br />
hallway. Henry, Peter, and Bot-Bot retreated and left<br />
the two figures alone.<br />
For several gloomy minutes, Henry and Peter<br />
watched Anne Mai reasoning with Walsh under the<br />
shade of the gateway. Peter cupped a hand to his<br />
ear, anxious to overhear any juicy details, but<br />
couldn’t hear a word. In the end, Walsh shakily<br />
reemerged, dried tear trails streaking across his<br />
cheeks.<br />
“Sorry guys,” is all he said as he started alone<br />
onto the west pathway.<br />
Henry turned back and smiled at his big sister<br />
jokingly.<br />
“What?” She folded her arms demurely. “Oh,<br />
stop acting like you never cry,” Anne Mai remarked<br />
and walked away leaving Henry gawking awkwardly<br />
at Peter.<br />
“I knew it,” Peter chortled, and chased after<br />
Anne Mai with Bot-Bot in toe.<br />
After a time, the party of four children and<br />
one robot passed under the eyes of a great archway.<br />
Inset within were two looming metal doors that were<br />
rusted over with green moss. Much to their<br />
surprise, (or dread), the eroded doors stood fully<br />
open as though ready to embrace them.<br />
Nevertheless, no one moved inside. The darkness<br />
within looked too veiled and uncertain.<br />
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“Uh, what do you suppose is in there?” Peter<br />
asked, trying hard to swap courage for fear.<br />
“I don’t know. It’s awful quiet and dark,”<br />
Henry responded solemnly.<br />
“It’s the smell that worries me, guys,” Walsh<br />
added. “It’s a sweet stink, like those dead people we<br />
found.”<br />
“You saw them?!” Anne Mai’s eyes sprang<br />
open.<br />
“Shh,” Henry stifled. “He’s only kidding.<br />
Aren’t you Walshy? Come on. We won’t ever know<br />
till we go.”<br />
Little by little, the timid explorers inched into<br />
the unknown. In that instant, walking amidst the<br />
falling shadows, the three boys realized how much<br />
they missed Sheshen. He would have told them<br />
what to do, where to go, and what dangers lurked<br />
ahead. Now whatever they found would have to be<br />
risked blindly.<br />
Glowing torchlights built up steadily in the<br />
distance, and also, the return of the insufferable<br />
heat. Pools of sweat began beading on everyone’s<br />
face, and yet again, the boys felt like they were<br />
breathing through pillows. Still, the mounting<br />
stench beat everything else. It was a noxious reek<br />
that made footsteps wobbly.<br />
At last, the foul void took shape around a wall<br />
of twelve-foot candles, the torches emptying rivers<br />
of wax into a bottomless marble pit below. Astride<br />
the abyss loomed a giant throne, accessible only by<br />
a wide bridge. Five deep claw grooves scorched the<br />
sides of the stone chair and receded into the depths.<br />
“This is a throne room,” Henry gasped. His<br />
mind stirred with images of a spiny dragon<br />
slithering up the hole and reigning atop its powerful<br />
seat.<br />
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Peter braved forward and glanced over the<br />
ledge. “Whatever whiffs so badly is coming from<br />
down here,” he reported. “You don’t suppose that<br />
uh, you know, it could be the…”<br />
No one attempted any answers and no one<br />
knew what to do.<br />
“GOLD!” Bot-Bot suddenly let loose after a few<br />
still seconds. “I smell GOLD, your Honors!”<br />
Overcome with jittery energy, the robot sprang ten<br />
feet in the air. SPOING! Before anyone could catch<br />
him, Bot-Bot sprinted recklessly onto the bridge.<br />
“WAIT! COME BACK! STOP!” Henry, Walsh, and<br />
Peter commanded and tore off in pursuit.<br />
“WAIT! COME BACK! STOP!” Anne Mai<br />
pleaded, racing after them.<br />
In no time, Bot-Bot reached the foot of the<br />
throne. Two gigantic pillars soared from either side.<br />
Without a care, he disappeared into the shadowy<br />
underbelly of the mighty chair. “GOLD!” the robot<br />
kept repeating while snapping his overgrown<br />
pinchers anxiously.<br />
Walsh cleared the bridge ahead of his friends<br />
and began yelling like a panicky parent. “Bot-Bot!<br />
You get out from under there! Right now! Bot-Bot!<br />
Do you hear me?! Don’t make me come in there!”<br />
Henry and Peter skidded up to Walsh and<br />
joined him in threatening the robot.<br />
“Bot-Bot! You’re going to be grounded inside<br />
your backpack for an entire month!”<br />
“No! For a year! No! For a decade!”<br />
“And we’re going to leave you here forever!”<br />
“Stop it,” Anne Mai scolded as she reached the<br />
three. “You’re only going to scare him and he’ll<br />
never want to come out.”<br />
In the darkness a faint whimpering could be<br />
heard, as well as the rattling of tiny metallic joints.<br />
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“It’s all right, Bot-Bot,” the girl said soothingly.<br />
“The boys were just frightened. That’s all. Come<br />
out from underneath there, okay?”<br />
“No! Your Honors might sentence me to the<br />
electric chair if I do,” echoed Bot-Bot’s mechanical<br />
little voice.<br />
“No electric chair if you come out from under<br />
THIS chair,” Anne Mai reassured calmly as she knelt<br />
down on her hands and knees.<br />
Two red eyes blinked back at her.<br />
The teenager opened her arms and beckoned<br />
with her fingers. “I promise no one’s going to<br />
punish you.”<br />
Shyly, the small ruby eyes crept forward<br />
towards the light. “Don’t be sore at me, your<br />
Honors. I only went to rescue this gold.” Bot-Bot slid<br />
into the open dragging something twice his size, but<br />
nobody could say quite what it was. It looked<br />
something like a Roman shield only it was leathery<br />
and green. There were pores and ridges all around<br />
it, and fleshy tendrils dangled at the corners.<br />
“Well, you got me,” Walsh said, touching the<br />
object’s rough surface. “All I know is that’s not<br />
gold.”<br />
Abruptly, Henry and Peter jerked as if<br />
lightning had jumped into their britches. “IT’S A<br />
SCALE!” the two burst out as one.<br />
“What?” Anne Mai crinkled her forehead.<br />
“A dragon’s scale!” Henry implored. “Just look<br />
at these.” The boy rubbed the dried vines hanging<br />
from the edges. “That’s torn-away dragon muscle.”<br />
“We have to take this back with us!” Peter<br />
exhorted, blinking rapidly under his thick black<br />
glasses.<br />
“We’re going to be rich!” Walsh added.<br />
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“This is the biggest discovery of the century.<br />
No. This is the biggest discovery of any century,”<br />
Peter continued breathlessly.<br />
“We’re going to be rich!” Walsh added again.<br />
“For the last time, Walshy. YOU – ARE – RICH!”<br />
Peter popped off and rolled his eyes up to their<br />
whites.<br />
“May I interject, your Honors?” Bot-Bot<br />
cheeped. “If it’s wealth you want, this item is filled<br />
with GOLD.”<br />
“Why do you keep saying that, Bot-Bot? This<br />
thing’s not gold,” Henry stated surely.<br />
“Please the court. A demonstration is in<br />
order,” the robot countered. He took the round<br />
object in-hand (or in-claw in Bot-Bot’s case) and<br />
shook it wildly from side to side.<br />
“CAREFUL! YOU’LL BREAK IT!” the boys<br />
shrieked and tried to rip it away. But before they<br />
could, something absolutely mysterious happened.<br />
The object inexplicably began to dribble with<br />
sparkling liquid ore. Then it began to gush. In mere<br />
seconds it was totally encased in solid gold. Then<br />
with a terrific THUD, the thing went crashing to the<br />
ground.<br />
“How did you do that, Bot-Bot?” Henry asked in<br />
awe.<br />
“I told you I smelled GOLD, your Honor.”<br />
“Fantastic,” Peter ogled, now afraid to lay a<br />
hand upon the newly formed object.<br />
“Yes! Fantastic!” a rumbling voice whipped<br />
like thunder inside the throne room.<br />
The group spun around with a collective<br />
shudder. Across the bridge lay a long thin shadow.<br />
It did not stir in the slightest. Then, the outline of a<br />
tail flicked almost playfully as two narrow yellow<br />
eyes became visible as slits.<br />
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Walsh stepped forward curiously, but Anne<br />
Mai grabbed the boy by his collar.<br />
“It’s not a cat,” she barely uttered through<br />
shaking lips. “His name is Rammus.”<br />
“My master’s not here, but I shall keep you<br />
company,” the Siamese cat said trotting forth. CLIP-<br />
CLOP, CLIP-CLOP, CLIP-CLOP!<br />
The children and their robot were totally<br />
cornered. Apart from plummeting over the edge of<br />
the pit, the bridge remained the only escape.<br />
Suddenly, Rammus’ lean shadow began to<br />
bubble and buck. With a hair-raising ROAR the<br />
feline broke apart into a giant silhouette. Henry,<br />
Walsh, and Peter tripped backwards aghast. Anne<br />
Mai instinctively huddled them in her arms as the<br />
minotaur began to stamp and drool.<br />
“Don’t look. It will all be over soon,” she said,<br />
holding the boys tightly.<br />
Her little brother closed his eyes, but could<br />
not keep the clatter of charging hooves from filling<br />
his eardrums. CLIPPITY-CLOP, CLIPPITY-CLOP,<br />
CLIPPITY-CLOP – SMASH!<br />
Henry exhaled. He knew he had not died. Hot<br />
smelly breaths were pounding down on his<br />
forehead. He bravely propped open an eyelid.<br />
Rammus’ bloodshot yellow eyeballs leered back at<br />
him like giant egg yolks. The minotaur had pinned<br />
the children against the throne, his thick horns<br />
lodged a foot deep into the stonework behind them.<br />
“I know what you seek,” Rammus grunted.<br />
“The way out. Tell me where I may find that mangy<br />
old thief and I will tell you how to get out of here.”<br />
“Y, y, you’ll show us the way out?” Anne Mai<br />
whispered with shock.<br />
“I’ll TELL you the way out,” Rammus corrected.<br />
“Now speak!”<br />
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“How do we know you won’t kill us once we<br />
do?” The girl searched the beast’s face for a clue.<br />
“Do you creatures not know a deal when you<br />
hear it?” the smelly minotaur snorted. “Tell me<br />
which way he went and I’ll release you.”<br />
“Y, y, you won’t throw us into the dungeon?”<br />
Anne Mai quivered frightfully.<br />
“Young lady. I don’t have time to deal with<br />
both you and him. I must make a choice. AND I<br />
WANT HIM!”<br />
“He escaped down that far hallway – the one<br />
that’s locked by a big gate,” Henry blurted out<br />
urgently.<br />
Rammus broke into a possessed grin and<br />
dislodged his horns, freeing his captives. “Come!”<br />
he barked. “Follow me and I will unlock the gate for<br />
you.” As Rammus turned his back to leave, Peter<br />
slyly dropped down to pick up the golden scale.<br />
“Let’s not push our luck,” Henry said,<br />
intercepting his friend.<br />
The redhead sighed and begrudgingly left the<br />
object behind, glimmering in the shadows of the<br />
throne room.<br />
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The crisp evening air tingled with an<br />
unseasonably warm bite and not a single cloud<br />
dotted the Hong Kong sky. Purple dusk descended<br />
upon the Chens’ neighborhood, encasing their seahouse<br />
in a prison of shadows. No less than a dozen<br />
police squad cars were parked out front. Inside the<br />
home, the face of Mr. Lee lay buried in his hands,<br />
unmoving as a statue.<br />
Around him sat a table full of grieving adults:<br />
Grandma and Grandpa Chen, Mrs. Lee, Chief Hsing,<br />
and last, his twin brother Uncle Shang Sin. At the<br />
back, several officers scurried past the giant figure<br />
of Talo while trying to remain hushed in their duties.<br />
Finally, after a lengthy pause, Uncle Shang Sin<br />
eyeballed his older brother across the table. “Ming<br />
Xa, you have a responsibility to call the children’s<br />
parents and tell them the truth,” he said confidently.<br />
“You can’t wait any longer.”<br />
Mr. Lee spread his fingers just enough to see<br />
the telephone he had been hiding from for the last<br />
three days. He moved one hand towards the<br />
receiver, but pulled it away again.<br />
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“I have to agree with your brother, Mr. Lee,”<br />
Chief Hsing spoke up. “The press smells something<br />
already. I’m not going to be able to keep a lid on<br />
this much longer: four missing American children –<br />
one whose father sits on the U.S. Security Council –<br />
the other’s the son of a famous Hollywood actor and<br />
actress. This is going to be an international media<br />
frenzy.”<br />
“Any leads on the old man at least?” the<br />
forlorn father mumbled faintly.<br />
“No. Nothing. He’s vanished into thin air,” the<br />
Chief responded regrettably.<br />
Mrs. Lee stroked her husband’s arm and<br />
whispered something tenderly into his ear. Uncle<br />
Shang Sin studied the couple closely, shifting<br />
uncomfortably in his seat.<br />
“Very well,” Mr. Lee relented with a sigh, and<br />
he stretched out a palm towards the receiver once<br />
more.<br />
Suddenly, the phone began to ring. Chief<br />
Hsing intercepted the call and snatched it to his ear<br />
in one motion. “Hello? Yes. Yes. Yes.” The old<br />
man’s eyes darted back and forth as though his<br />
brain were a typewriter. With a CLICK, the other end<br />
went dead and the Chief threw down the phone.<br />
“Let’s go. The accountant’s talking.”<br />
Everyone shot up from the table in an<br />
explosion of sliding chair legs, and the dining room<br />
erupted with urgent voices.<br />
“Who’s got the keys?”<br />
“Someone escort Mr. Lee.”<br />
“I’ll stay and monitor the phones.”<br />
“Traffic’s going to be heavy this time of night.”<br />
“Let’s move! Let’s move!”<br />
Some officers hollered in Cantonese, too, but<br />
amidst all the commotion, no one even noticed that<br />
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Shang Sin Lee never moved from his seat. He simply<br />
rubbed his dragon-handled cane while everyone else<br />
sprinted madly around him.<br />
Mr. Lee looked back at his brother sitting<br />
frozen at the kitchen table. “Shang Sin? Come on.<br />
Let’s get moving.”<br />
“Uh,” Uncle Shang Sin stalled. “Forgive me,<br />
Ming Xa. I can’t go. I’m throwing a reception for a<br />
very important investor tonight. Call me at work…<br />
or better still… call me at the estate later tomorrow.”<br />
Mr. Lee shrugged at his twin in bewilderment.<br />
“We need to go right now.” Chief Hsing gritted<br />
his teeth seriously, and the Lees, the Chens, Talo,<br />
and most of the officers piled out the door.<br />
In a flash, streams of police vehicles went<br />
wailing into the heart of the city, dodging traffic,<br />
cutting corners, and leaving rubber tire treads down<br />
every side street. With a peal of screeching brakes,<br />
the squad cars halted in front of the downtown<br />
police headquarters. Chief Hsing led the way up the<br />
front steps, shoving a nosey pack of reporters out of<br />
his path.<br />
Once indoors, the Chief shuffled everyone<br />
over to a side service elevator. Here the old cop<br />
would only permit Mr. Lee to follow, insisting the<br />
rest of his family stay upstairs.<br />
“Let me do the talking, please,” Chief Hsing<br />
whispered authoritatively as he and Mr. Lee strode<br />
into the elevator car.<br />
The anxious father agreed as they arrived at<br />
the bottom floor. With a determined glare the two<br />
men then marched into the department’s cellblock.<br />
Beyond rows of white bars sat Lineus Leung,<br />
wearing a yellow jumpsuit. At his bedside knelt a<br />
tall Chinese man in a pin-stripe suit. The two stood<br />
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up and both adjusted their glasses upon noticing the<br />
arrival of Chief Hsing and Mr. Lee.<br />
“Chief Inspector,” Officer Chiang stepped<br />
forward to update his boss. “He started talking to<br />
me around dinnertime. He next asked for his<br />
lawyer. So I called you right away.”<br />
“Good,” Chief Hsing patted his officer on the<br />
arm. “You come in and take notes.”<br />
Officer Chiang nodded and unlocked the cell.<br />
The door rattled open with a loud CLANK!<br />
“My client’s ready to talk only if you’re willing<br />
to act on what he tells you,” the lawyer greeted the<br />
men as they filed into the cramped jail.<br />
“And good evening to you, too,” the Chief<br />
remarked bluntly. “Mr. Leung, I believe you’ve<br />
already met Mr. Ming Xa Lee, so I won’t bother<br />
introducing you again. Now as to whether I’ll act on<br />
what you say – that’ll depend on what you say.”<br />
“I want you to open an investigation into my<br />
boss, Shang Sin Lee,” Lineus stated firmly.<br />
Chief Hsing removed his scruffy brown hat<br />
and kneaded his bald head. “And why would I want<br />
to do that?” he asked.<br />
“Well,” the accountant cleared his throat<br />
nervously, “I’ve had some time to think everything<br />
through, and I now believe my employer had me set<br />
up so I couldn’t report him to the authorities.”<br />
“Report him to the authorities for what?” Mr.<br />
Lee inquired sternly.<br />
The Chief clenched his fists tightly.<br />
“Mr. Lee, I beg you to listen to me,” Lineus<br />
pleaded. “Your brother is hiding billions of dollars<br />
worth of extra gold in his bank. I’ve counted it all<br />
myself and the overages keep doubling every time I<br />
do.”<br />
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The cellblock began to percolate with<br />
murmurs at this accusation.<br />
“BILLIONS of dollars?” Mr. Lee shook his head.<br />
“That’s not even remotely plausible.”<br />
“You’re suggesting Shang Sin Lee kidnapped<br />
his own niece to frame you because he’s stealing<br />
gold.” Chief Hsing raised his bushy white eyebrows<br />
skeptically.<br />
“I don’t know where he gets it all. But I can<br />
prove he’s vastly underreporting his bullion<br />
reserves. If you can just get a search warrant for my<br />
ledger.”<br />
“Not a chance, Mr. Leung,” Chief Hsing barked.<br />
“It’s still only your word against his, and Shang Sin<br />
Lee wasn’t the one found carrying a kidnapped girl’s<br />
necklace.”<br />
“He planted it! He must have done it when I<br />
confronted him!” Lineus cried out loudly while his<br />
lawyer tried to calm him.<br />
“Do you have any proof of all this, sir?” Mr. Lee<br />
countered. “Or are you going to just sit there<br />
slandering my family name?”<br />
At that moment, a voice came rumbling down<br />
the cellblock hallway. “Chief Inspector! Chief<br />
Inspector!” The strong echo belonged to Detective<br />
Mag who skidded to a halt in front of the jail doors.<br />
“Yes, Detective.” The Chief kept poised.<br />
“Sir, I found it! I tracked down the anonymous<br />
call that tipped us off to the accountant!” Mag<br />
relayed breathlessly.<br />
“Tell me,” Chief Hsing responded.<br />
“Well, Chief,” the Detective paused to pant<br />
while his boss coolly rubbed his fingertips together.<br />
“The anonymous tip was phoned in a week ago from<br />
1 Queen’s Hill Road. That’s from the estate of S.S.<br />
Lee.”<br />
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No one uttered a word, not the prisoner, nor<br />
his lawyer, or any of the policemen, and surely not<br />
Mr. Lee. Henry’s father only squeezed his eyes shut<br />
to avoid the penetrating stares of everyone in the jail<br />
cell. In his mind, all the man could see was his little<br />
brother chasing around their parent’s ancestral<br />
home as a kid. Could Shang Sin really hate him so<br />
much that he would abduct Anne Mai and Henry?<br />
“The call came in a week ago, Mag?” Chief<br />
Hsing finally punctured the awkward silence.<br />
The robust young detective nodded without a<br />
word.<br />
“That means Shang Sin tipped us off to his<br />
accountant before we’d even released that his niece<br />
was missing,” the Chief reasoned.<br />
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Lee,” Lineus Leung spoke<br />
softly. “But what I’m telling you about your brother<br />
is true. I’ll show you if we can go to his gold<br />
reserves.”<br />
Mr. Lee’s weary eyes fell open. “Shang Sin,<br />
what have you done to my family?” he said gripping<br />
the jail bars.<br />
Chief Hsing helped prop the slumping man.<br />
“Come on now, Mr. Lee,” he murmured. “There’s<br />
still hope of finding your children, but we must<br />
move quickly. Mag, I want a search and seizure writ<br />
for Shang Sin Lee, his estate, and the entire Wu Wei<br />
building in ten minutes.”<br />
Detective Mag pulled a warrant from his<br />
pocket already signed by a judge. “You mean like<br />
this one, sir?” he said cleverly.<br />
“That’s why you’re going to be Chief of Police<br />
some day, Detective Mag.” The Chief smiled proudly<br />
and snatched the warrant from his junior officer.<br />
“Can I get that in writing, sir?” Mag wiggled his<br />
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“No,” his boss replied. “But I have another job<br />
for you. Muster every cop on the island with a<br />
loaded weapon. Have them report to the Wu Wei<br />
Center in forty-five minutes.”<br />
In the blink of an eye the young detective<br />
disappeared up the hallway.<br />
“Chief Inspector, do we bring the accountant<br />
too?” Officer Chiang interjected.<br />
“Definitely.” Chief Hsing nodded at Lineus.<br />
“We’ll need you to clue us in the right direction when<br />
we get there. Chiang, get some street clothes for<br />
Mr. Leung and give him and his counsel a ride.”<br />
“Sir, yes sir.” Officer Chiang turned and<br />
escorted Lineus Leung and his lawyer away, leaving<br />
the Chief alone with Mr. Lee.<br />
“We need to go,” Chief Hsing said tapping his<br />
hat. “Can you do this?”<br />
“Yes. Let’s go,” Mr. Lee responded resolutely<br />
as he jutted his proud chin.<br />
The dark feet of the Wu Wei building were<br />
bathed in flashing blue and red lights. Below each<br />
of the three glassy towers, an army of police cruisers<br />
blocked all entrances and exits. As the moon raised<br />
full over the complex, men with megaphones<br />
speedily directed lines of armed officers left and<br />
right.<br />
Detective Mag saluted briskly as an unmarked<br />
vehicle pulled up carrying the captain of the Hong<br />
Kong Police Department. “Chief Inspector, all our<br />
men are in siege position and awaiting your orders.”<br />
Chief Hsing hopped down with the assistance<br />
of his junior officer. “Right on time, Mag.” The old<br />
cop saluted back. “Mr. Lee and his family should be<br />
arriving shortly, along with the accountant and his<br />
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lawyer. See to it they meet us once we’re secure<br />
inside.”<br />
The men parted ways as Chief Hsing went<br />
scuttling up a large hillside to the barricaded main<br />
entrance. Here the Chief received a walkie-talkie and<br />
a bulletproof vest. He then proceeded to peek<br />
inside the huge front doors through a pair of<br />
binoculars.<br />
Within the superstructure appeared the bright<br />
lights and trimmings of a grand gala about to get<br />
underway. A throng of tuxedoed men carrying<br />
champagne trays stood at attention, stalks of<br />
colorful snapdragons arrayed ornate Chinese<br />
pottery, and every corner overflowed with either<br />
food or musicians. But what mainly concerned Chief<br />
Hsing was Lieutenant Kang standing at the doors<br />
with more than fifty Navy troopers in full-dress<br />
regalia. Obviously somebody of importance was<br />
expected tonight.<br />
Chief Hsing signaled the charge and Hong<br />
Kong’s Police Department pounded up the walkways<br />
of the huge building. With riot shields drawn and<br />
revolvers at the ready, the force burst through the<br />
grand entryway. Before the Navy servicemen could<br />
even raise their rifles, the Chief’s men had them all<br />
unarmed and kneeling on the floor.<br />
All music ceased on a harsh false note, and<br />
the lobby fell silent. The squeaking of the Chief’s<br />
black shoes sang out as he approached a frightened<br />
young receptionist who was sitting alone.<br />
“Good evening, Miss. Would you ring Mr. S.S.<br />
Lee, please?” Chief Hsing smiled at the girl, a gaggle<br />
of stone-faced officers at his back.<br />
But just as she set to comply, an elevator<br />
bleeped from down the hall and a TAP, TAP, TAP of a<br />
cane could be heard. Shang Sin Lee stepped forward<br />
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into a swell of staring faces, lights, and guns. “What<br />
on earth is going on here?” he demanded, while<br />
shifting his posture defiantly onto his cane.<br />
“Trouble is brewing, Mr. Lee,” Chief Hsing’s<br />
voice echoed from the arching steps below. “You<br />
need to come downtown right now and clear some<br />
things up.”<br />
Detective Mag raced up behind his boss,<br />
hurriedly ushering a train of people: Grandma and<br />
Grandpa Chen followed by Talo, Lineus Leung and<br />
his lawyer, and lastly, Mr. and Mrs. Lee. Several<br />
members of the Hong Kong press core that had<br />
been invited to cover the gala now began flashing<br />
photos and penning a new story.<br />
“This is ridiculous!” Uncle Shang Sin bellowed<br />
with rage pulsing through his veins.<br />
The Chief nodded at Mag, and the young<br />
detective removed a set of silvery handcuffs from his<br />
belt loop. “Mr. Shang Sin Lee,” Mag called out as he<br />
started towards the man. “The Hong Kong Police<br />
Department is now executing a writ for your arrest<br />
on the charges of kidnapping a foreign minor as well<br />
as extortion and bribery for ransom.”<br />
“How dare you,” Uncle Shang Sin reacted,<br />
scowling over the assembly of police and dignitaries.<br />
“What possible evidence could you have to charge<br />
me with anything?”<br />
“On the testimony of your own accountant, Mr.<br />
Lee,” Mag argued as he drew closer. “You set him<br />
up as a kidnapper when he was going to turn you in<br />
for embezzling gold. Why else would there be any<br />
anonymous tip coming from your estate, about your<br />
niece, and before it had even been reported that she<br />
was missing?”<br />
“My accountant is a liar!” Uncle Shang Sin<br />
barked while seething at the mouth. “I know<br />
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nothing about embezzled gold. He must’ve been<br />
cooking my books. You’re going to take his word<br />
over mine?”<br />
Detective Mag reached for his suspect, but<br />
Uncle Shang Sin blocked him with the dragonhead of<br />
his cane.<br />
“Don’t make things worse by resisting,” the<br />
Chief called out from the foot of the steps.<br />
“Old fool! I’m not going to let you arrest me!”<br />
Uncle Shang Sin snarled bitterly. “I’ll have a team of<br />
lawyers down here in ten minutes!”<br />
“Fine. You do that.” Chief Hsing shook his<br />
head. “In the meantime, I’m seizing this building<br />
and auditing your gold.”<br />
“No!” Uncle Shang Sin forbade under a knotted<br />
brow. The man then caught sight of his older<br />
brother standing in the crowd. “Are you enjoying<br />
this, Ming Xa? I’m sure this was all your doing.<br />
You’re just jealous because I outdid you. But I didn’t<br />
take your daughter.”<br />
“No Shang Sin, you took your brother’s whole<br />
family!” Chief Hsing cried out and pointed.<br />
Hobbling up behind Uncle Shang Sin came<br />
four battered and dirty shapes followed by what<br />
looked to be a golden toy walking all on its own.<br />
Anne Mai, Henry, Peter, and Walsh stumbled onto<br />
the scene whimpering just one word.<br />
“WaTeR…”<br />
“wAtEr…”<br />
“WaTeR…”<br />
“wAtEr…”<br />
The children continued inching forward,<br />
shielding their eyes from the bright light of the<br />
crowd. A deep intake of breaths wheezed as<br />
hundreds of people covered their mouths in a<br />
collective stupor. Nobody dared to approach the<br />
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youngsters, as if touching them might cause their<br />
frail bodies to disintegrate like thousand-year-old<br />
parchment.<br />
The four waifs and Bot-Bot passed Uncle Shang<br />
Sin (who had gone limp with shock) and at long last<br />
reached the end of their journey – a bubbling water<br />
cooler. Walsh and Peter tossed aside the paper cups<br />
and attached their lips directly to the spigot.<br />
GlUg… gLuG… GlUg… gLuG… GlUg… gLuG…<br />
Only after the two had emptied the five-gallon<br />
water cooler, fell onto their bloated tummies, and<br />
belched, did the flocks of gawking adults break from<br />
their trance. Mr. and Mrs. Lee sailed up the steps<br />
toward their children (tailed by a half dozen officers<br />
carrying medical kits). Chief Hsing quickly lost track<br />
of the Lee family amidst a stream of crisscrossing<br />
bodies, but once a pack of fleeing waiters cleared<br />
off, he found them reunited in each other’s arms.<br />
“Are all the children here? Are they all okay?”<br />
the Chief asked, patting Walsh and Peter on the head<br />
with amazement.<br />
None of the youths had enough strength to<br />
even speak.<br />
“They’re all here, and they’re all okay, thanks<br />
to you.” Mrs. Lee smiled gratefully, pouring kisses<br />
over Henry and Anne Mai’s dirt-stained foreheads.<br />
“What can we ever do to repay you?” Mr. Lee<br />
added as he grabbed a tray of ice tea for his parched<br />
children to consume.<br />
“It’s my job, Mr. and Mrs. Lee, and my honor,”<br />
the Chief answered humbly. “Speaking of which,<br />
you’ll have to excuse me. I still have some work to<br />
do tonight.” The old cop burned his gaze into the<br />
far corner where Uncle Shang Sin stood hiding in his<br />
collar.<br />
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“Okay! I admit there’s a lot of extra gold! But<br />
I don’t know where it’s all coming from!” Uncle<br />
Shang Sin wailed as Detective Mag snapped<br />
handcuffs onto his wrists. “You have to believe me!<br />
I swear I never hurt anybody!”<br />
Shutters and flashbulbs started popping<br />
pictures so fast it sounded like a thousand<br />
rattlesnakes all shivering at once.<br />
But almost instantly, the rhythmic thunder of<br />
steel-toed boots swept through the building.<br />
Marching inside the grand entryway came two<br />
battalions of red shock troopers, their crimson<br />
helmets polished to perfection. It was the Chinese<br />
regular army. From deep behind the staunch ranks<br />
emerged a thick old Chinese man in a grayish<br />
uniform, his chest blazing in stars and medals. A<br />
mix of murmurs sang around the lobby like a<br />
chilling choir, all of them repeating the same word:<br />
President.<br />
It was indeed the President of all of China. To<br />
his left stood a silent council of more old men in<br />
grayish uniforms, but to his right appeared a<br />
beautiful woman of Chinese antiquity. Her face<br />
tilted demurely into an emerald gown, her hands hid<br />
neatly inside golden sleeves, and at the top, a ring<br />
of white pearls set in a black bun of hair. It was<br />
Uncle Shang Sin’s wife.<br />
“My daughter invites me to a fine banquet and<br />
what do I find – my son-in-law in handcuffs,”<br />
announced the President fitfully. “Is this<br />
somebody’s idea of a bad joke?”<br />
A look of complete disbelief swallowed the<br />
faces of every person in attendance, but none more<br />
than the Lee family who sat huddled with Walsh and<br />
Peter. Even Talo lowered his big head as he<br />
hunched over Grandma and Grandpa Chen.<br />
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Finally, Chief Hsing braved forward and<br />
chanced a word. “Mr. President, sir. I regret to<br />
inform you that Mr. Shang Sin Lee, your son-in-law,<br />
is under arrest.”<br />
At this mention, Uncle Shang Sin’s wife<br />
gripped her father’s sleeve tightly. The President<br />
did not budge. He only opened his hand and<br />
wordlessly summoned Chief Hsing. With a curt bow,<br />
the tiny Chief scampered up and placed the warrant<br />
papers into the President’s waiting fingers. Stoically<br />
the great man examined the documents while<br />
reporters scribbled the latest twist in this breaking<br />
story.<br />
At long last, the President raised his eyes.<br />
“Chief Hsing, isn’t it?” he uttered deeply. “These are<br />
very serious charges. I should hope you have more<br />
than ample proof.”<br />
“Those four missing children were being held<br />
hostage in this very building,” the Chief asserted and<br />
pointed back over his shoulder at Anne Mai, Henry,<br />
Walsh, and Peter. “We believe gold may be the<br />
motive for these crimes.”<br />
The President peered across the way at the<br />
children, then back at Uncle Shang Sin. “What a<br />
disgrace,” the President declared. “Very well, Chief<br />
Hsing. I leave this matter in your hands.”<br />
Chief Hsing gave a stiff salute as a driving<br />
storm of reporters and camera shutters engulfed<br />
him.<br />
Suddenly, though, a deafening shrill rang out<br />
like a cathedral bell, instantly deadening the entire<br />
proceedings. Uncle Shang Sin’s wife stepped<br />
forward and stiffened a threatening finger around<br />
the lobby. Her face held serene as porcelain but her<br />
dark eyes blazed like a forest fire.<br />
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“My dear,” the President approached his<br />
daughter, patting her shoulder gingerly. “It’s better<br />
we just go and sort this all out privately.”<br />
But with a supple flick, the woman sent her<br />
father tumbling across the room as if he weighed no<br />
more than a rag doll. The President crashed into a<br />
large flowerpot and fell into an unconscious heap<br />
upon the floor. Immediately the Chinese regular<br />
army drew out their rifles.<br />
“HOLD!” the Chief ordered, stooping down and<br />
feeling the President’s neck for a pulse. “He’s all<br />
right. He’s just out cold.” Chief Hsing looked up at<br />
Uncle Shang Sin’s wife with total shock.<br />
“SO THESE CHILDREN ESCAPED MY LAIR! NOW<br />
YOU ALL SHALL PAY THE FARE!” the woman hissed<br />
and ground her teeth venomously.<br />
The Chief slowly stood up. “It was you? You<br />
kidnapped these children?”<br />
“LAND OR SEA SHALL GIVE NO REFUGE! ALL<br />
WILL DIE IN MY DELUGE!”<br />
“Enough rhymes. What happened to the<br />
children of those other Taipans? Did you take them<br />
as well? Madam, answer me!” Chief Hsing insisted.<br />
Then it happened…<br />
Uncle Shang Sin’s wife started rhythmically<br />
snapping her fingertips: slowly, at first, and then<br />
quicker and quicker. A ringlet of golden light<br />
flashed under the skin of her throat, a plume of gray<br />
smoke blasted from her petite nostrils, and a thin<br />
forked tongue stabbed between her pristine lips.<br />
With a rumbling GROWL, the woman raced<br />
away towards a wall of ceremonial dragon banners.<br />
A bank of overhead lights caught her silhouette as<br />
she slipped behind the banners and broke apart<br />
mid-stride, stretching out long and slender at the<br />
belly. Her serpentine form rose into the air, story<br />
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after story, until she reached the houselights,<br />
shattering them to cast herself in shadow.<br />
A cold chill raced up everyone’s spine as all<br />
eyes went wide and white towards the ceiling. Low<br />
rumbles shook the complex and a pair of glowing<br />
eyes lit up like twin-torches. The transformation was<br />
now complete. A living, breathing Chinese dragon<br />
took a rangy step into the light of the chandeliers.<br />
“The Gold Master,” Bot-Bot cooed.<br />
She stood as gorgeous as she did horrific,<br />
spanning a hundred feet tip-to-tail. The dragon<br />
flashed five imperial claws on each of her four limbs,<br />
bucked antlers that arched up like a stag, ruffled a<br />
mane of innumerable colors, fluttered a feathery tail,<br />
and scowled eyes round and majestic as moonlit<br />
lakes.<br />
Next, the beast craned its scaly neck to behold<br />
the fullness of the multitude. Then a complete set<br />
of fanged teeth drew out like an army of<br />
swordsmen, and the dragon plowed forth. With each<br />
step, the lobby wobbled. Tiles jumped and buckled.<br />
Roof beams and rafters moaned. People blew from<br />
her path like ants in a crosswind. The creature<br />
parted her broad jaws and lunged to thrash Chief<br />
Hsing. But at the last possible second, Detective<br />
Mag tackled his boss clear of the swooping jaws.<br />
“Hey! Over here!” the young detective baited<br />
courageously.<br />
But the dragon’s vengeance came swiftly, and<br />
in a bat of an eye, Mag was easily gobbled up.<br />
“Fire! Open fire!” Lieutenant Kang ordered the<br />
President’s men as he fought his way through a<br />
mass exodus of hysterical partygoers.<br />
The red army shakily stepped forward in two<br />
ready firing lines – one kneeling and one standing.<br />
They took careful aim and let their rifles blaze; only<br />
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the bullets merely ricocheted off the dragon’s<br />
armored skin. Smoke rose from the soldiers’<br />
useless weapons as their target reared up, laughing<br />
with pride.<br />
“FOOLS OF YOUR ILK SHALL BE MADE SPOOLS<br />
OF SILK!” the dragon scoffed, smiling with bright<br />
lantern eyeballs. She next chanted an inhuman<br />
language of poetry, which cast upon the army a<br />
terrible spell. A hot breeze blew through the<br />
helpless men, and POW! Just like that, they were<br />
changed into human ribbons of silk; uniforms, skin,<br />
and bones all flapping like flags in a breeze.<br />
With gruesome precision, the dragon<br />
shredded the ribbons with razor talons, and after a<br />
few swipes, the red army lay upon the floor in a<br />
clutter of fabric. She then spread her monstrous<br />
proportions and vaulted into wingless flight.<br />
Smashing right through the grand entryway, the<br />
serpent circled into the Hong Kong sky.<br />
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COMMOTION FROM THE OCEAN<br />
The city of Hong Kong lay unusually calm and<br />
quiet, most of its people content to ease into a<br />
pleasant late evening. A few idle bicyclists pedaled<br />
through empty streets alight with neon. Fishermen<br />
tucked themselves aboard their vessels for the night,<br />
and the island sparkled peacefully in the glassy<br />
South China Sea. But something stirred in the far<br />
corner of the sky, as a mayhem of spotlights<br />
streamed from the Wu Wei Towers.<br />
On the boulevards below the massive building,<br />
mazes of screaming sirens, crisscrossing lights, and<br />
teeming mobs of panic ensued. A terrified Hong<br />
Kong police force ran zigzag in every direction.<br />
Some scanned the stars with their pistols, searching<br />
for any sign of the horror that had vanished into the<br />
night.<br />
Amidst the ruckus, Chief Hsing found himself<br />
doubled over and choking on all the rubble raining<br />
down from the demolished Tower One entryway.<br />
But just as the Chief battled to his feet he was<br />
knocked right back down again by a panicked<br />
Lieutenant Kang.<br />
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“Where’s the President?! Who’s got the<br />
President?!” Kang babbled frantically, his eye still<br />
lavender from the bruise Detective Mag had given<br />
him that day at the docks.<br />
“Kang!” Chief Hsing shouted, smacking the<br />
young lieutenant across his other eye. “Look!” The<br />
Chief gestured towards a huddled pack of men who<br />
were quickly escorting someone into a motorcade of<br />
black limousines.<br />
“Mr. President!” Kang exclaimed wildly.<br />
The President looked up woozily before his<br />
aides piled him inside an official limo covered in<br />
little red flags.<br />
Kang waved his arms in vain as the train of<br />
vehicles all peeled away in a blur of taillights. “Mr.<br />
President?! What’re your orders?!”<br />
“He’s gone!” Chief Hsing blurted out<br />
indignantly.<br />
Kang collapsed into the turf and ground his<br />
fingers into his head. “I need orders! I need orders!”<br />
“Get a hold of yourself, Kang!” Chief Hsing<br />
insisted. “I just lost my best man. I need your help.<br />
Join your men with mine. We’ll make a stand.”<br />
Kang did not respond at first, but only looked<br />
around, shocked and indecisive.<br />
“Lieutenant!”<br />
“Yes. Okay Chief,” Kang finally answered.<br />
“Give me an order.”<br />
The two men struggled back up to their feet<br />
and darted off to rally their troops.<br />
Not a moment later, Henry’s father emerged<br />
coughing and wheezing. “ANNE MAI!” AcK!<br />
“HENRY!” GaG! “XIO XING!” he called out<br />
desperately for his missing family. “HENRY! ANNE<br />
MAI! XIO XING! ANSWER ME!”<br />
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“We’re here, Ming Xa!” a woman’s voice<br />
choked weakly near the side of an overturned police<br />
cruiser. Mr. Lee rushed over. Here he discovered<br />
his wife cradling their daughter on the ground, while<br />
Talo sheltered Grandma and Grandpa Chen under<br />
the protection of his muscular frame.<br />
“Oh thank heavens,” Mr. Lee slumped down on<br />
his knees and held his daughter in his hands. “I<br />
couldn’t find you. I thought I’d lost you again.”<br />
“What happened, Papa?” Anne Mai murmured<br />
softly to him. “What happened to her – to uncle’s<br />
wife?”<br />
“I don’t know, Mai Mai,” her father said<br />
truthfully. “All I know is…” suddenly he broke off<br />
and stood up straight. “WHERE’RE THE BOYS?!”<br />
“OH NO!” Mrs. Lee jumped up, too. “HENRY!<br />
WALSH! PETER! I THOUGHT THEY WERE WITH YOU,<br />
MING XA?!”<br />
“I COULDN’T FIND ANYBODY IN THERE!” Mr.<br />
Lee cried.<br />
The family instantly broke out in chorus:<br />
“HENRY!”<br />
“WALSH!”<br />
“PETER!”<br />
“PETER!”<br />
“WALSH!”<br />
“HENRY!”<br />
They all began to drift apart, trying to catch a<br />
glimpse of one of the boys.<br />
However, Mr. Lee smartly came to his senses.<br />
“Wait! We’re only going to lose each other this way!”<br />
he implored. “Okay. This is what I want to do. Mr.<br />
Chen, please help me find the boys. Talo, you take<br />
them home.” Mr. Lee motioned to his wife,<br />
daughter, and mother-in-law.<br />
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The bodyguard nodded his head, and without<br />
delay, plopped the three ladies atop his massive<br />
shoulders as though they were little birds.<br />
“WAIT! NO! PAPA! DON’T!” Anne Mai<br />
protested as Talo strode off into the packs of fleeing<br />
bodies.<br />
Her father and grandfather watched as the<br />
giant carefully plodded away with the women.<br />
When they were all well out of sight, Grandpa<br />
Chen turned to his son-in-law. “How ‘bout I take the<br />
southern exits and you continue searching this<br />
area?” he offered.<br />
“Thank you.” Mr. Lee forced an appreciative<br />
smile. “We’ll meet back here in ten minutes and if<br />
we haven’t found them by then, we’ll go check the<br />
dockyards.”<br />
“Agreed.” Grandpa Chen nodded. “Don’t<br />
worry. We won’t lose them again.” And with that,<br />
the old fisherman shot off into the barrage of noise<br />
and flashing lights.<br />
Mr. Lee closed his eyes and massaged his<br />
forehead for a brief minute of sanity. When he<br />
reopened them he, too, waded into the madness,<br />
determined to find his son.<br />
Smoke and cement dust still billowed out of<br />
the crumbling remains of the Wu Wei entrance. Mr.<br />
Lee hacked and covered his mouth with a<br />
handkerchief as he pressed forth. Nothing made<br />
sense inside all the haze. All he could make out<br />
were the outlines of people stumbling and tripping<br />
in the backwash of searchlights.<br />
“HENRY LEE! PETER! WALSH!” he cried<br />
furiously upon reaching a wide causeway. The man<br />
looked up into space, silently pleading for help.<br />
Suddenly, he found a familiar face staggering<br />
amongst the lost – his brother. “Shang Sin! You’re<br />
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alive!” Mr. Lee hugged his twin tightly. “Have you<br />
seen the boys? Have you seen Henry, Peter, or<br />
Walsh?”<br />
“This is all your fault, Ming Xa,” Uncle Shang<br />
Sin fell down whimpering at his brother’s feet.<br />
“What? Now’s not the time for this,” Mr. Lee<br />
said as he knelt down and held his brother’s head in<br />
his hands. “HAVE – YOU – SEEN – THE – BOYS?!”<br />
”Everything’s always your fault…” Uncle Shang<br />
Sin kept sniveling, wiping his eyes with his<br />
handcuffs.<br />
Mr. Lee peeled his brother off the ground and<br />
slumped him on his back. “Come on. Let’s get you<br />
to an ambulance,” Henry’s father groaned.<br />
Just as the two started off, a mighty shadow<br />
swept overhead, creating a gale so powerful it blew<br />
everyone backwards.<br />
The dragon banked hard off the summit of the<br />
Wu Wei Towers and sped over the face of the sea,<br />
trimming the masts off several boats. With a<br />
monstrous GROWL, clouds began to gather near the<br />
edge of the wharf, appearing out of nowhere. Winds<br />
howled and brooded as the creature whipped about<br />
like a cyclone over the water.<br />
Dark thunderheads twisted in the sky, and<br />
when the storm looked ready to burst, the dragon<br />
soared straight upwards.<br />
A thick supernatural shadow showered down<br />
from her glittering green body and she weaved it<br />
over the skyline like an unholy rainbow (swallowing<br />
the moon whole). The city fell dark, and the<br />
islanders clutched each other in the blackness.<br />
All faces upturned to witness the churning<br />
tempest where the dragon had flown. Some hoped<br />
she had simply gone away, others prayed for the<br />
protection of Tin Hau. But booms of laughter broke<br />
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from the heavens as the dragon executed a barreling<br />
nosedive right into the gut of the ocean.<br />
The impact the serpent made created a tremor<br />
that unleashed a tidal wave, which arrived ashore<br />
with a crest as high as a skyscraper. The swelling<br />
flood crushed into the side of the city, dusting any<br />
unanchored persons into oblivion. The screams of<br />
drowning victims howled from high seawalls, their<br />
thrashing arms and legs whipped and beaten by<br />
pounding seawater.<br />
The dockyards were cleaved under the weight<br />
of hurtling boats. Ships were tossed about as if they<br />
were mere playthings in a bathtub. Power lines<br />
snapped and sent blistering electrical surges<br />
spewing into the night. Houses, houseboats, and<br />
small seaside businesses splintered under the<br />
pummeling waves like matchsticks.<br />
But at last, the water swayed back into the<br />
grave of the deep, content to pull a few last<br />
stragglers off into the darkness with it.<br />
A pair of lasery, talon-rich claws landed atop<br />
two capsized frigates to survey the damage.<br />
Shaking the water from her dripping scales, the<br />
dragon beheld the flickering downtown of Hong<br />
Kong and licked a forked tongue over her teeth.<br />
With a WHOOP, the beast set off in flight once<br />
more, streaking low into the heart of the city. Roars,<br />
like those of a thousand lions, shook the<br />
foundations of the island, shattering the glass out of<br />
several high-rises. A tail strike split the earth, and a<br />
rolling quake rocked the landscape, instantaneously<br />
claiming several large buildings as dust and ash.<br />
Apartments ripped in half down the middle,<br />
leaving pipes bursting, mothers clinging to their<br />
babies, and in one instance, a gentleman hanging<br />
from his shower. As the bather struggled to pull<br />
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himself to safety, he did not see the towering visage<br />
slowly rising behind him. SLURP! The unfortunate<br />
soul slid between two razor-sharp jaws and into the<br />
boiling chamber of the dragon’s belly.<br />
Just a ways up the street stood the proud Bank<br />
of China. Within its lobby, a nightshift manager<br />
tried frantically to alarm the doors while peeking out<br />
the window. Dropping the keycard twice, and<br />
botching the password at least three times, the man<br />
finally got the building secured… or so he thought.<br />
Perspiring badly, the fat-suited man waddled<br />
over to his desk with a heavy sigh. Meanwhile, an<br />
eerie hush fell over the bank. Looking up, the night<br />
manager saw an enormous marble statue of Buddha<br />
jiggling. Clocks fell from the walls, chairs tipped<br />
over, and blasting through Buddha’s giant belly<br />
charged two devilish eyeballs.<br />
When the bank came crumbling down, the<br />
dragon shot skyward once again. Her appetite for<br />
destruction hardly satisfied, she now took to cutting<br />
down the Ocean Park cable cars, which dangled high<br />
over the South China Sea. After several casualties,<br />
the dragon perched gracefully atop one of the Ocean<br />
Park buoys to survey her handiwork. Then, puffing<br />
her wide chest full of air, she soared off to punish<br />
the rest of the island with some typhoon winds.<br />
Pass after pass, the creature wound around<br />
the city, blowing whips of wind from her swollen<br />
cheeks. Cars, trucks, and bicycles swirled in the air<br />
like feathers caught in a gentle breeze, then came<br />
plunging back down upon the heads of innocent<br />
victims. However, by the fifth straight pass, the<br />
island prepared to fight back.<br />
“OPEN FIRE!” Chief Hsing commanded from the<br />
tips of his shoes.<br />
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A battery of black tanks began shelling the<br />
monster with heavy artillery. Next, a rumpus chorus<br />
of attack choppers cut loose with their mini-guns.<br />
Lastly, Kang signaled his fleet of gunboats, and<br />
together, the combined forces blistered the night in<br />
bullets.<br />
While not all shots struck home, enough did to<br />
send the dragon sprawling into the Hong Kong<br />
Harbor with a trumpeting wail. THUD! GLUB, GLUB,<br />
GLUB! Her giant figure sank into the wavy abyss as<br />
the dockside broke with uproarious cheers.<br />
But Chief Hsing looked on warily. “KANG!” the<br />
Chief squawked into his walkie-talkie above all the<br />
hoots and hollers.<br />
“I READ YOU CHIEF! GO AHEAD!” cried the<br />
Lieutenant’s voice on the other end.<br />
“ORDER YOUR PILOTS TO AIM A MISSILE STRIKE<br />
WHERE SHE WENT DOWN!” Chief Hsing requested as<br />
he plugged his ears with his fingers.<br />
“YES SIR!” came the quick reply. Within<br />
seconds, the helicopters hovered directly overhead<br />
and launched a full spread of rockets into the black<br />
depths. Geysers of water exploded into the air,<br />
soaking all the men and causing even heartier<br />
applause.<br />
A full minute passed. Nothing stirred under<br />
the tides. Even the millions of bubbles fizzled out.<br />
Chief Hsing eventually loosened his smile and joined<br />
in the celebration with a fist-pump. But the battle<br />
was far from won.<br />
Behind all the officers and soldiers loomed an<br />
old water tower that provided fresh water to dozens<br />
of ocean-side apartments. The rusty silo warped,<br />
wobbled, and unexpectedly blasted its top in a<br />
column of steam. Like a cave of hissing snakes, the<br />
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water inside the rickety tower began to BOIL – BOIL –<br />
BOIL!<br />
All the ovations ceased as the men spun to see<br />
a frightening, worm-like shape slinking from the vat.<br />
Trickling veins of gold dribbled down the serpent’s<br />
chest, and revenge glowed under her knotted brow.<br />
The Chief courageously jumped into the open to<br />
challenge her to a duel, but she had other ideas.<br />
Once more, the dragon began chanting in<br />
rhyme. Her blood became streams of liquid gold<br />
that ran the course of her entire body. In mere<br />
seconds, every scale hardened into gilded armor and<br />
she soared into the raucous heavens like a golden<br />
star.<br />
“CURSE THE MOON!” Chief Hsing cried out,<br />
fearful that his attack had only unleashed an even<br />
worse wrath. The clouds over his fair city rocked<br />
and rolled as the dragon enthroned herself inside a<br />
ring of purple thunderstorms.<br />
A deafening lull swallowed the air. No one<br />
knew what to expect next for the creature delayed<br />
her return. However, what followed could not be<br />
believed. It began snowing in Hong Kong. SNOW!<br />
Cold blustery winds whipped over the island, and<br />
soon, no less than a foot of fresh powder caked<br />
across the subtropical downtown.<br />
Some islanders were elated, rounding up<br />
snowballs and tossing them at one another without<br />
a care in the world. Others saw this as a cataclysmic<br />
sign, and indeed, they were correct for the snow<br />
kept falling. Soon a fully formed blizzard froze half<br />
the city, piling heaping drifts upon the roads and<br />
blanketing the area white. But the worse was still<br />
yet to come.<br />
Flickers of yellow and gold light popped and<br />
burst from inside the overcast sky where the dragon<br />
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took her refuge. Frosty airstreams began funneling<br />
in the midst of the storm, creating a vacuum of ugly<br />
bruised clouds. Suddenly, out of the blackness,<br />
golden bolts of electricity issued forth.<br />
Tentacles of energy ignited the night,<br />
showering the hapless city in a colorful rain of heat.<br />
Homes, skyscrapers, and trees – anything the<br />
lightning touched melted into rip-roaring flames.<br />
The driving snowstorms collided with the lightning,<br />
triggering flashfloods of melted water, and<br />
threatening to split the very foundations of Hong<br />
Kong.<br />
At last, the dragon swept from her fortress of<br />
clouds, spitting yellow voltage from her jaws. Her<br />
wingless body snaked and reeled overhead, red<br />
blazes reflecting in her metallic scales. The monster<br />
then hardened her heart for one final task – sink the<br />
entire island to the bottom of the sea.<br />
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THE THROAT RING<br />
Deep inside the Wu Wei Towers sat three large<br />
Chinese vases. The vessels, which were from the<br />
ancient Ming Dynasty, adorned the thirteenth floor<br />
of Tower One. However, something about this<br />
pottery seemed strange. The vases quibbled back<br />
and forth in high-pitched, childlike voices.<br />
“You think the coast is clear now, Henry?”<br />
echoed Peter’s voice from the first vase. “Henry?”<br />
Peter popped his fuzzy head out of his vase and<br />
peeked inside the middle vase.<br />
No one was there.<br />
Walsh’s head then peeped out of the third<br />
vase. “Hey, where’d he go?” he wondered aloud.<br />
Walsh and Peter hopped down (managing to<br />
chip the priceless urns in the process) and stalked<br />
around numerous office cubicles, hoping to find<br />
their missing companion.<br />
“Henry…” they whispered together in the dim<br />
shadows, “Henry where are you?”<br />
They found the boy standing silently alongside<br />
Bot-Bot at a corner window overlooking the city.<br />
With his mouth agape, Henry watched the scene<br />
unfolding outdoors, snowflakes fluttering along the<br />
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windowpane. “Snow…” he mumbled as his friends<br />
came by his side. “It’s snowing in Hong Kong.”<br />
“Is that unusual?” Walsh wondered.<br />
“We’re in the subtropics, genius.” Peter<br />
scowled sarcastically. “Come on Henry, we should<br />
get out of here and find your dad before we get in<br />
BIG TROUBLE.”<br />
“Petey, I think we passed BIG TROUBLE a long<br />
time ago,” Henry calmly reminded as the dragon<br />
sailed over the ocean in a frenzy of violent golden<br />
light.<br />
“I know. But she seems busy right now, so at<br />
least the coast is clear. I mean, your family might<br />
think we died or something if we stay up here,” Peter<br />
contended.<br />
“Buttums is probably right, Henry,” Walsh<br />
agreed.<br />
Henry finally nodded, surveying the bedlam<br />
outdoors with unblinking awe. “Okay. We’ll go,” he<br />
responded softly, and the children and Bot-Bot made<br />
off for the elevators.<br />
But just as they all scuttled into a wide marble<br />
hallway, Bot-Bot halted. “Whoa! Gold your honors!<br />
Gold! Tons and tons of gold!” The robot shivered<br />
excitedly.<br />
“Uh oh, not again…” Peter moaned as Bot-Bot<br />
sprang down a darkened sideway.<br />
SPOING, SPOING, SPOING!<br />
“Come on,” Henry sighed as he, Walsh, and<br />
Peter gave chase.<br />
“BOT-BOT!” they all clamored together. “BOT-<br />
BOT! YOU COME BACK!”<br />
The pitter-patter of metal footfall echoed just<br />
ahead of them, never slowing one bit. In panting<br />
exhaustion, the boys rounded countless dark<br />
passageways. After what felt like miles of nothing, a<br />
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glowing yellow blur began swelling in the distance.<br />
Soon the glow grew and grew until it had become a<br />
blinding doorway of golden radiance. Here they<br />
found Bot-Bot’s miniature shadow bathing at the<br />
foot of the light.<br />
The robot did not move at all. He only stared,<br />
obviously transfixed by something inside. Waving at<br />
him from the shadows did no good. He would not<br />
budge. His masters quickly got fed up and headed<br />
straight into the light to fetch him. But as soon as<br />
Henry, Walsh, and Peter saw inside the adjoining<br />
room, they too froze in place.<br />
Before them was a mountainous steel lock that<br />
had perfect circular edges and a width no less than<br />
ten feet across. Several others of equal size also<br />
encompassed the area, creating a cavernous ring of<br />
steel doorways. But only this one stood open – wide<br />
open. Behind the vault glittered hillsides of golden<br />
treasure.<br />
“This is it. This is the place we saw that night<br />
on camera,” Peter stammered.<br />
“Welcome to my birthplace, your honors,” Bot-<br />
Bot announced proudly. “Here, I first saw the Gold<br />
Maker.”<br />
“Incredible,” Walsh said, rubbing his chin as he<br />
moved towards the entrance. Peter and Bot-Bot<br />
instinctively followed, but Henry held back upon<br />
seeing a number of handcarts that were spilling over<br />
with gilded office furniture. Each cart sat outside<br />
the vault as though somebody were stockpiling<br />
them, and in that instant, a familiar voice came<br />
floating out of the treasury singing a frolicking tune.<br />
Gold is for the bold I’m told, I’m told,<br />
rolled into a mold and sold, and sold.<br />
But young and old love to hold, and hold,<br />
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so let the earth be trolled, and trolled.<br />
Henry raced inside the vault and grabbed his<br />
friends before either stepped into the open. “Shh,”<br />
he warned them. “It’s Sheshen.”<br />
Indeed, it was he. As the boys peeked over a<br />
heaping yellow pile, they saw him: fat, happy, and<br />
conceited as he loaded up five more handcarts full<br />
of riches. The children immediately jumped back<br />
out of view.<br />
“Let’s get out of here,” Peter gulped. “If he<br />
finds out we’re here – he’ll kill us.”<br />
“Yeah, especially if he knows we told the<br />
minotaur about him,” Walsh admitted.<br />
“No,” Henry refused. “We can take him. We<br />
have to. If anyone knows how to stop a dragon, he<br />
will.”<br />
His schoolmates pondered this for a moment.<br />
“What we need is a plan to get him to help us.<br />
Anyone have any ideas?” Henry solicited.<br />
Sheshen hummed cheerfully to himself as he<br />
loaded a last handcart with pounds of sparkling<br />
trinkets. The blubbery man finished the chore and<br />
was about to haul the load away, but before he<br />
could take a step, Walsh jumped into the open –<br />
alone.<br />
“I bet you thought I’d be dead by now,” the<br />
boy said in a challenging tone.<br />
“Oh bless me. Hello, hello peasant,” Sheshen<br />
broke into a toothy grin. “Well, this explains how<br />
the minotaur found me so quickly.” He raised a<br />
plump finger from his pearly robes and pointed into<br />
a far corner. There, the shaggy severed head of<br />
Rammus lie upon the ground, lifeless eyeballs<br />
locked open.<br />
“You killed him?” Walsh shivered.<br />
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“Oh yes,” Sheshen responded surely. “He got<br />
lucky once in catching me, but this time I had a little<br />
ambush ready for him. Speaking of ambushes,<br />
where are your two…”<br />
“YIEE!” Peter came sliding down a slope of<br />
gold, tossing handfuls of assorted treasures from<br />
overhead. Golden table legs, chairs, shelves, and<br />
small bookends plunged through the air, but<br />
Sheshen moved like a cat parrying all shots with<br />
ease.<br />
“YARR!” Henry charged from the opposite<br />
hillside, he, too, hurling precious office furnishings.<br />
However, this second wave of attacks also failed as<br />
Sheshen caught every single piece in just one hand.<br />
“Hah! You’ll need to be a lot faster than that!”<br />
the big fellow mocked. “Here now! I’ll show you!”<br />
and in a blur of movement, he snared both Peter and<br />
Henry into his hefty arms.<br />
“Let ‘em go!” Walsh stamped his foot defiantly.<br />
“Come here, you fool,” Sheshen commanded<br />
the boy, squeezing his two captives tightly.<br />
“No chance, fat man.” Walsh stamped his foot<br />
again.<br />
The villain unsheathed his dagger and pressed<br />
it against Peter and Henry. “COME – HERE – NOW!”<br />
Sheshen raged, slobbering his spittle everywhere.<br />
“Okay. Okay.” The blonde surrendered, raised<br />
his hands into the air, and slowly walked over. When<br />
Walsh reached Sheshen, the beefy man snorted and<br />
swung his dagger high over his obese head.<br />
“And now, childrens, close your eyes and<br />
prepare to sleep,” he said, parting his gums in a<br />
deathly smile.<br />
“That’s funny,” Walsh suddenly quipped with a<br />
grin of his own. “I was just going to tell you to do<br />
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the same thing.” Walsh immediately ducked down<br />
and Bot-Bot fired over his back like a golden missile.<br />
SPOING! With enough spring-loaded force to<br />
leap twenty feet, the robot blasted Sheshen BAM-<br />
SMACK in the middle of his forehead. Pitch-black<br />
stars twinkled and blinked inside the man’s brainpan<br />
as he splattered backwards onto the floor (Henry<br />
and Peter fleeing from his grip).<br />
“Ouch, ouch, ouch. “Wha, wha, what<br />
happened?” Sheshen sniveled, feeling a puffy lump<br />
rising above his eyebrows. He then tried to readjust<br />
his eye-patch only to stick his fingers into an empty<br />
socket. Darting upright, the woozy villain saw his<br />
hands withered, his limbs starchy, and his pearly<br />
robes blackened and ragged.<br />
“Did you lose something?” Walsh pitted his<br />
perfect dimples as he wagged Sheshen’s dagger in<br />
the air.<br />
Peter and Henry stood proudly with their arms<br />
crossed, Bot-Bot whirring behind them with a<br />
dazzling green pearl wedged in between his claws.<br />
“THIEVES! THIEVES I SAY!” the transformed old<br />
man whined in his familiar high shrill.<br />
“Easy, Mister,” Henry said calmly. “We have<br />
one last bargain for you. If you do it, we’ll return<br />
this to you. If you don’t, then Bot-Bot’s going to<br />
chuck that pearl straight into the ocean.”<br />
“Wait! You’ve no idea what you’ve got there,”<br />
Sheshen warned them.<br />
“That doesn’t matter – you do. Now are you<br />
ready to listen?” Henry asked bravely.<br />
“You tell him, Henry,” Peter squeaked.<br />
Sheshen rubbed his bruise once more and<br />
agreed with a difficult grunt.<br />
“Good.” Henry nodded cautiously. “Then get<br />
out there and stop that Dragon Lady.”<br />
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Sheshen fell back into spastic fits of laughter<br />
upon hearing this request. “HA – HA – HA – HA –<br />
HA! I see you found the dragon’s secret hiding place<br />
after all,” he declared clutching his sides. “Foolish<br />
peasants. I may have been able to help you when<br />
she was still a woman, but only a dragon can match<br />
a dragon. Now let’s forget all this nonsense. Why<br />
don’t you boys help me grab some of this gold<br />
before she comes back and melts it all down into<br />
ingots.”<br />
“No deal. Bot-Bot go toss his pearl off the end<br />
of some pier,” Henry ordered.<br />
“Stop!” Sheshen pleaded. “The only way a<br />
mortal can slay a dragon is to THROAT the beast in a<br />
certain spot; on a ring of discolored scales around<br />
her neck. That’s where her power lies.”<br />
“Sounds good. Now get out there and get<br />
started.” Walsh rudely directed him towards the<br />
doorway.<br />
“I told you before, childrens, no weapon can<br />
prevail unless it has been enchanted by the dragon<br />
you intend to slay. No other metals can pierce her<br />
armor or withstand her breath,” the cloaked figure<br />
explained with frustration.<br />
“But you said Bot-Bot was changed like the<br />
Singing Sword of Old. You can use him,” Peter fired<br />
back.<br />
“What?! I must object, your Honors!” Bot-Bot<br />
said fearfully.<br />
“I just made all that stuff up. Besides. That is<br />
no dragon slaying weapon.” Sheshen threw up his<br />
bony arms.<br />
“Your honors! I must renew my objection to<br />
the court’s decision!” Bot-Bot appealed once again.<br />
Walsh shoved the tiny robot aside and strutted<br />
forward. “I’ve had enough of you, old man,” he<br />
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fumed. “Now listen up. You better get out there<br />
and try something pronto, or else in three seconds<br />
your pearl is history. ONE… TWO… THR…”<br />
“Very well, childrens, very well. I will accept<br />
your bargain,” Sheshen bemoaned. “But I’ll need<br />
your help.”<br />
The dragon scissored through the heart of<br />
Hong Kong like a rampaging jumbo jet; her metal<br />
teeth gnashing, golden claws gashing, and armored<br />
tail smashing. Half of the city roiled in flames, while<br />
the other half sat beached under snow. But<br />
suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she spied<br />
something. A gushing rainbow of water sprouted<br />
from the Wu Wei Towers. It was the water cannon.<br />
Furor rippled across her monstrous features.<br />
Who would dare frolic amidst all her destruction?<br />
Who would dare challenge her vengeance? The<br />
dragon immediately plunged beneath the fiery sea<br />
and swam off to investigate.<br />
From the seventieth story, Sheshen clutched<br />
open a red lever, hydraulic pumps blasting water<br />
from the cannon’s sixteen-inch nozzle. In a far<br />
corner, Walsh, Peter, and Henry formed a protective<br />
ring around Bot-Bot, who held tightly to the old<br />
man’s gem.<br />
Sheshen scowled at them from under his ratty<br />
cloak. “You know I could use your eyes right about<br />
now,” he winked from behind a control deck.<br />
“Maybe one of you fine, honest childrens could step<br />
over to that window and sneak a peek.”<br />
“All right, but no tricks,” Peter answered as he<br />
carefully wiggled up to some portholes that were<br />
overlooking the South China Sea.<br />
Nothing appeared on the horizon other than<br />
cannon spray. The redhead wiped droplets of mist<br />
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from his thick glasses and tried again. Still he could<br />
see nothing.<br />
“Anything there, Big Boy?” the old man called<br />
out.<br />
Peter turned and shouted back irritably.<br />
“Mister, there’s nothing out there! Your plan<br />
obviously isn’t…”<br />
“RUN!” Sheshen exclaimed abruptly. “RUN<br />
CHILDRENS! RUN!”<br />
Peter spun around and his mouth dropped<br />
open. Henry and Walsh scooted over for a look, too.<br />
Like a statue being raised from a deep sunken city, a<br />
shadowy column climbed from the tides a mile from<br />
shore. Even at this distance, the dragon’s vision<br />
locked onto three small heads bobbing on the<br />
seventieth floor window of Tower One.<br />
Sheshen slowly closed the red lever and the<br />
cannon sputtered to a drip. At first the monster did<br />
not move, playing at a showdown. But then with a<br />
rumpus SPLASH, she climbed into the air and bore<br />
straight towards her prey. In a fit of desperation,<br />
Sheshen sprang from the platform and tried to drag<br />
the boys away. Only he arrived too late… BA-BOOM!<br />
The dragon veered hard and slammed into the<br />
first tower at near breakneck speed, her sleek<br />
metallic body disappearing into the lower levels in a<br />
mushroom cloud of glass and granite. Tiles bent,<br />
lights flickered, and shattering vibrations jarred the<br />
spine of the complex. Water gushed through broken<br />
pipes causing deep puddles upon the floor.<br />
“What’s she doing?! I thought you said we’d<br />
be safe up here!” Peter shrieked, now soaking wet up<br />
to his ankles.<br />
“I haven’t seen a woman this mad for a long<br />
time!” Sheshen squawked, slipping and tripping. “I<br />
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think she means to bring down her own house – with<br />
us in it! Come on!”<br />
They all fled into the hallway and sprinted for<br />
the elevators at the far end. Sheshen led the way<br />
just like old times, Bot-Bot bounding along in the<br />
rear. Cracks ripped open under their feet as loud<br />
BOOMS folded the lower levels of the tower.<br />
Electrical cables broke from the ceiling and sparked<br />
along the floor like ravenous eels.<br />
“Jump!” Sheshen instructed as he nimbly<br />
vaulted over the hissing cables.<br />
Walsh, Peter, and Henry also managed the<br />
feat, and their robot hurdled over with two flips and<br />
a twist.<br />
Everyone piled onto the elevator and away<br />
they went. The ride down lurched along with more<br />
hiccups and burps than an upset baby. Sounds of<br />
twisting metal and exploding concrete reverberated<br />
all about. Paint peeled from the walls and the lights<br />
died. But at last, the doors opened on the first floor,<br />
and the team shot through the abandoned lobby<br />
(remnants of the coin fountain and the shredded red<br />
army still strewn everywhere).<br />
Tower One then gave a deafening GROAN and<br />
a bulging cloud of dust collapsed through the<br />
ceiling.<br />
Sheshen cocked his head upward. “IT’S<br />
COMING DOWN! FASTER, CHILDRENS!” he cried.<br />
The boys’ last drop of adrenaline kicked in,<br />
and they sped for the open starlight. Through the<br />
demolished entryway they tore, as plumes of falling<br />
debris crashed on their heels. Story upon story<br />
pancaked together until all eighty-eight levels of<br />
Tower One mashed into a great pothole in the earth.<br />
Sprinting at full tilt, Sheshen, Walsh, Henry,<br />
Peter, and Bot-Bot pierced a haze of soot, and<br />
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collapsed near a sprawling outdoor pool. Colorful<br />
fountains squirted playfully in the air and a happy<br />
tune played through outdoor speakers.<br />
“GAD ZOOKS! How much you wanna bet that’s<br />
the last time you’re ever gonna’ see that happen<br />
again!” Peter panted.<br />
“Yeah. Well. I’d say you got her attention<br />
anyway, Mister,” Henry choked painfully.<br />
“Maybe she’s dead! Maybe she got buried<br />
under all that rubble!” Walsh chirped.<br />
“Not a chance,” Sheshen grumbled. “So we<br />
better not stay out here in the open for too long.”<br />
The group gathered their breath, cleaned their<br />
faces of dirt, and crept stealthily towards Tower Two<br />
(dead silence haunting the empty neighborhood).<br />
They reached the last leg of the long water<br />
garden, its fountains still sprinkling merrily. At the<br />
foot of Tower Two swept a new fan of granite steps.<br />
But before anyone could clear the first stair, a vile<br />
head leaned around the corner of the<br />
superstructure. The dragon promptly scaled the<br />
side of the building as nimbly as a lizard up a tree.<br />
“Don’t move,” Sheshen murmured as he<br />
braced the youngsters behind him. “She may not<br />
have seen us.”<br />
“HARK! FOUR FOOLS BY A POOL! AND LO!<br />
SOME GOLD THEY STOLED!” the beast hissed in a<br />
thunderous temper.<br />
“Would you care to revise your statement?”<br />
Bot-Bot asked Sheshen in a tiny voice.<br />
The dragon began to fill her huge lungs with<br />
sweeping gusts of wind.<br />
“Quick! Grab hold of something! She’s<br />
planning a mega-strike!” Sheshen cried. He, the<br />
boys, and their robot raced back to a ring of cherry<br />
blossom trees that encircled the water garden.<br />
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Whizzing air funneled in the night, tugging<br />
and tearing at everything. The youngsters locked<br />
their elbows around three tree trunks. Hovering off<br />
the ground, their bodies twisted like kites in a<br />
tornado, and just as their little fingers could hold on<br />
no longer, the vacuum ended and they fell down<br />
harmlessly.<br />
“Listen now, childrens,” Sheshen whispered<br />
from his hands and knees. “You and your little<br />
contraption go draw her fire into that manmade<br />
lake.”<br />
“What?!” Peter objected hostilely. “Dude.<br />
Henry and I are in upper division science. Okay.<br />
Water and electricity don’t mix.”<br />
“Go now, or I kill you myself!” The old man<br />
kicked Peter squarely on the rump.<br />
With no time to think, the boys and their robot<br />
went splashing across the water fountains.<br />
Instantaneously, a downpour of golden voltage<br />
chased from the dragon’s jaws. The bolts sizzled<br />
the shallow waterway, cooking it into a boiling<br />
cauldron. Walsh, Henry, and Peter high-stepped<br />
their way to the far edge of the pool, diving out just<br />
as the wave of electricity arrived.<br />
Sadly, Bot-Bot was a bit slower of step inside<br />
the water, and found himself ejected out of the<br />
fountains like a cannonball. He struck a signpost<br />
and slid down headfirst. At the same time, the bolts<br />
of energy banked back over the surface of the<br />
waterway.<br />
On the other side, Sheshen sat waiting with a<br />
wise smirk. “Let’s just see how foolish you are, my<br />
lady,” he mused as he grabbed a fountain spigot<br />
molded to the edge of the pool. Bending it<br />
backwards, Sheshen redirected the powerful waternozzle<br />
straight at the dragon.<br />
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Sizzling currents rode the spout right out of<br />
the pool and clobbered the monster as she clung to<br />
the building-side. Like a giant superconductor, the<br />
dragon’s metallic body pumped billions of watts into<br />
the middle of Tower Two, destructing it like<br />
dynamite. Down it came in a mighty shaft of ash<br />
and vapor.<br />
“MISTER SHESHEN!” the three boys clamored in<br />
one mighty yelp.<br />
The old man had vanished below the<br />
wreckage. Several minutes drifted away like smoke<br />
over the ocean, and a stark reality set in: Sheshen<br />
must not have survived.<br />
“What’re we going to do now?” Peter sniffled.<br />
But nobody could answer him, because no one<br />
had any idea what to do next. They had come to<br />
Hong Kong to win a robotics tournament, not to<br />
battle a dragon bent on destroying skyscrapers. The<br />
three never felt more frightened or alone than at<br />
that moment. They were just ten-year-olds after all.<br />
“I say we run,” Walsh finally spoke up. “I say<br />
we just get the heck out of this place.”<br />
Henry and Peter agreed wholeheartedly. In<br />
fact, this was the best plan they’d ever heard. They<br />
grabbed their dizzy robot and tore off in a mad<br />
dash. The boys ran aimlessly through the streets.<br />
Balloons of soot and debris mucked the landscape,<br />
making it impossible to know where they were<br />
going.<br />
At length, the starry skies opened up again,<br />
and the children saw a monorail track vaulting some<br />
forty feet over their heads. Suddenly, a single yellow<br />
eye opened in the darkness.<br />
“Oh peachy! It’s her!” Walsh freaked.<br />
Yet only a train wobbled across the track,<br />
crushed, charred and melting in flames.<br />
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Peter could not help giggling a bit. “You<br />
should’ve seen your face, Walker. You looked just<br />
like my little sister.”<br />
“Real nice, Pickle. Did you ever think that<br />
maybe everyone’s dead?” Walsh griped under his<br />
breath.<br />
“Don’t call me Pickle, Walsh. Only my mom<br />
can call me Pickle,” Peter protested.<br />
Henry massaged his aching forehead. “Come<br />
on you guys. We should just get…” suddenly Henry<br />
stopped mid-sentence.<br />
A faint noise sounded above them… SKRITCH<br />
– SKRATCH – SKRITCH…<br />
Peter pointed his pudgy nose skyward and<br />
went even more pale than usual. SKRATCH –<br />
SKRITCH – SKRATCH… two sets of shiny claws now<br />
grappled the underside of the monorail track. Walsh<br />
pressed a finger to his lips and gestured back<br />
towards the last standing Wu Wei tower. Both his<br />
friends batted their eyelashes in harmony and they<br />
all began to tiptoe away.<br />
SKRITCH – SKRATCHITY – SKRITCH… the noise<br />
skulked after them, and the boys’ pace quickened to<br />
a light jog. SKRATCH – SKRITCHITY – SKRATCH… the<br />
jogging sped up to a race of footsteps. SKRITCHITY<br />
- SKRATCHITY – ROAR! The dragon’s huge metallic<br />
head swiveled into the open.<br />
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”<br />
Carrying Bot-Bot, Walsh, Henry, and Peter ran as fast<br />
as their little bodies could carry them, never once<br />
looking back. But fatigue rapidly overtook them and<br />
they doubled over with exhaustion. Tower Three<br />
stood no more than a hundred paces ahead. The<br />
city ablaze reflected inside its thousand panes of<br />
golden glass.<br />
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Then a new reflection drew from the<br />
landscape. The Chinese dragon methodically rose to<br />
her fullest height in the middle of the Wu Wei<br />
Boulevard, throwing out her arms as if to brag. In<br />
her rage, she had grown immensely, and was now<br />
standing eye-level with the last tower. The three<br />
little figures and their robot seized this opportunity<br />
to take cover (the Tower Three entryway having been<br />
left wide open in all the panic to escape).<br />
Once indoors, the group spread out inside a<br />
darkened fashion mall. Henry immediately nabbed<br />
Bot-Bot and hid behind a rack of garments. This left<br />
Peter and Walsh staring at a huge shadow slithering<br />
outdoors. The two quickly shuffled under some<br />
dressing rooms. Together, they crept hand-and-foot<br />
until they hit the back wall.<br />
“This is it – end of the line,” Peter whispered<br />
urgently.<br />
“I know, Buttums… whatever happens… I love<br />
you man,” Walsh confessed as he draped an arm<br />
around his companion.<br />
Peter raised his eyebrows awkwardly. “Good<br />
Gravy, Walker. I only meant this is the last changing<br />
room. Go find your own hiding spot.”<br />
“Right. Okay. Fine.” Walsh slinked away and<br />
left Peter cradling himself alone.<br />
An eerie silence made the next few seconds<br />
feel like hours. A faint light shone beneath the crack<br />
of the dressing room doorway. Peter bit his lip. TAP<br />
– RATTLE – TAP! Something slid by, passing in front<br />
of the light.<br />
Peter held his breath and bundled himself<br />
tightly against the corner. Tears began to bead in<br />
the boy’s eyelids. TAP – THUMP – TAP! The door<br />
creaked open and a head stuck inside – a blonde<br />
one.<br />
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“Hey. I think something’s moving out here,”<br />
Walsh relayed in an excited hush. “Can’t I just hide<br />
in here with you, Petey?”<br />
“Get lost,” Peter demanded and kicked the<br />
closet closed again. “Stupid Walshy,” the redhead<br />
exhaled loudly and wiped his eyes in frustration.<br />
TAP – THUD – TAP! The door gently swayed<br />
open once more.<br />
“I TOLD YOU…”<br />
A colossal pair of golden metallic jaws<br />
ruptured the doorway. Wood from the dressing<br />
booths splintered like toothpicks and gobs of<br />
garments and clothing blasted everywhere. Peter<br />
rolled right through the wall and landed in a heap of<br />
stockings. As he pulled the hosiery from his<br />
freckled face, a great claw reached for him.<br />
“Hey lady, remember me?” Walsh’s voice<br />
caught the dragon’s ear.<br />
She spun away from Peter. Walsh took the<br />
dagger he had earlier confiscated from Sheshen, and<br />
pried off one of the metal scales from her tail.<br />
RRRRRRROOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAARRRRRR!<br />
The monster rocked and wheeled in furious<br />
pain. When she found Walsh and Peter again, they<br />
were re-united atop a second level of escalators.<br />
Henry stood with Bot-Bot on another escalator to the<br />
far side of his friends, forcing her to pick her<br />
targets. However, this creature had a clever plan of<br />
her own.<br />
She dispatched her tail up one escalator<br />
(preventing any escape that way) and issued her<br />
head up the other. This tactic sent her prey<br />
scrambling together into the middle. The three boys<br />
and their robot were trapped. The beast’s split<br />
tongue stabbed through a wide grin of gnashing<br />
fangs as she gathered herself in a coiling pose.<br />
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Abruptly, though, a voice cried out from the<br />
first floor. “Puny dragon!” Sheshen called from the<br />
steps below.<br />
“THIEF! FESTERING PILE OF DUNG! THIS TIME<br />
I’LL RIP OUT YOUR TONGUE!” raged the monster.<br />
“Power’s made you arrogant, my dear.<br />
Tonight you shall be humbled,” Sheshen defied.<br />
“INDEED!” she countered, and withdrew back<br />
downstairs. The escalators now clear, Henry, Walsh,<br />
Peter and Bot-Bot scurried to rejoin Sheshen.<br />
“The weapon. Hurry.” The old thief snapped<br />
his fingers at the boys as they scampered up to his<br />
side with their little robot.<br />
Henry glared at him distrustfully, then looked<br />
back at Bot-Bot, who was still clutching the man’s<br />
green pearl.<br />
“No! Your honor, please!” Bot-Bot pleaded.<br />
“Trust me. We’ll never get another chance at<br />
this,” Sheshen insisted.<br />
As Henry hesitated, a now all-too familiar<br />
sensation whizzed through the building. Gales of<br />
wind sailed toward the dragon’s heaving chest,<br />
tossing clothes racks and coat hangers in every<br />
direction. Everyone wrapped themselves around a<br />
set of pillars near the tower entryway, and held on<br />
for the ride.<br />
“THROW THE WEAPON IN!” the one-eyed man<br />
shrilled. “THERE’S A GOLDEN RING INSIDE HER<br />
THROAT! HE’S GOT TO RIP IT LOOSE! RIP IT LOOSE,<br />
I SAY!”<br />
“NO SIR!” Bot-Bot cried, but Henry let go.<br />
The robot tumbled in the air like a golden<br />
acrobat and soared into the dragon’s gaping jaws,<br />
just behind a broken mannequin. With a great<br />
CRASH, the vortex ended and all hovering matter<br />
came flopping back to the floor.<br />
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“HERE, YOUR MAJESTY! HERE I AM!” Sheshen<br />
shouted at the dragon. “SEND YOUR STORM DOWN<br />
UPON ME!”<br />
The boys did not wait around to see what the<br />
old man had planned next; they disappeared out the<br />
doors and into the night. This time the three did not<br />
stop, even though their feet wobbled and hobbled<br />
down the street.<br />
Behind them, the superstructure sparked and<br />
rippled like a tinderbox, as yellow voltage poured<br />
out onto Wu Wei Boulevard. Golden panes of glass<br />
plunged to the sidewalk below, while concrete and<br />
black marble ignited the sky. In a sonic BOOM, the<br />
final tower of the Wu Wei Center sunk into a sea of<br />
spiraling gases.<br />
A sulfurous cloud swept over the boys as they<br />
ran. Gasping and coughing, they fell flat in the<br />
middle of the road, their faces now dark as coal.<br />
When the children finally lifted their heads again, it<br />
appeared as if they were staring into the gates of<br />
eternity. Where once three towers stood larger than<br />
life, now only a smoldering pock in the earth<br />
remained.<br />
“They did it…” Peter murmured softly.<br />
Henry stared timidly into the void. “I hope so.”<br />
But no sooner had these words escaped his lips<br />
when something shifted under the rubble.<br />
Without a scratch, the gold-plated serpent<br />
burst from the ruins of her lair.<br />
“We can’t win,” Walsh whimpered.<br />
“I don’t care!” Henry answered him boldly.<br />
“Let’s get out of here! Get up you guys! Get up and<br />
run!”<br />
Even though their muscles felt like jelly,<br />
somehow the boys staggered up and continued<br />
running. The dragon caught their scent instantly,<br />
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her eyes narrowing into vengeful slits. Driving<br />
skywards, her magnificent form spread out for one<br />
last pass. Picking up speed, she stretched her lungs<br />
to their fullest.<br />
Walsh, Peter, and Henry reached the wharfs<br />
and fell over a high stack of fishing crates. All<br />
around them, scores of fishermen were battling the<br />
fires that baked the waterfront.<br />
“H, H, HELP US!” the battered youngsters<br />
pleaded together.<br />
The men turned to see a snaking shade<br />
closing low on the horizon. The dragon arrived in a<br />
streak of hate, her chops foaming with currents of<br />
energy. But in that split-second something<br />
happened – something not even the dragon herself<br />
could have foreseen.<br />
Deep inside the fleshy walls of her throat, Bot-<br />
Bot clung to a solid gold band, hanging on for dear<br />
life. It looked like some kind of ring. It was a throat<br />
ring, and it sparked brightly with bolts of electricity.<br />
The tiny robot clutched Sheshen’s green pearl tightly<br />
in one claw, and pulled with all his strength using<br />
the other. Amazingly, the thing ripped loose. At<br />
once, the ornament shrank, and fell into Bot-Bot’s<br />
possession.<br />
The dragon’s eyeballs shot open. Instead of a<br />
meteoric blast of lightning, all that fired from her<br />
mouth was a tubby little robot and a weak gag of<br />
smoke. The beast went limp and spasmed out of<br />
control, her tail catapulting into the fishing crates.<br />
Every mouth dropped open as her body rolled across<br />
the South China Sea, then detonated into waves of<br />
shimmering gold.<br />
Bubbling tides of ore spewed over the shores<br />
like magma, painting every fishing boat, bicycle, and<br />
car priceless yellow. Wafts of homeless fishermen<br />
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cheered, scooping bucketfuls of steaming riches<br />
right from the sea. Rapture broke out. The<br />
islanders rejoiced. Hong Kong was safe. But there<br />
was no sign of the three boys. Only particles of<br />
broken boards floated in the waters beneath the<br />
docks.<br />
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A TEA CEREMONY<br />
Anne Mai sat at her grandparent’s tiny kitchen<br />
table over a pot of tea. The tea was now over an<br />
hour old and very cold, but still she stirred her cup.<br />
Sunbeams broke through the living room window<br />
causing the girl to squint her big bronze eyes.<br />
Morning had finally come.<br />
Why didn’t I hold on to Henry better last night?<br />
The teen thought to herself expressionlessly. But<br />
everything happened too quickly. I couldn’t. One<br />
minute he was standing right next to me. The<br />
next… uncle’s wife…<br />
“Mai Mai?”<br />
“Yes, Gung-Gung?” Anne Mai answered<br />
Grandpa Chen with a startled jolt.<br />
“I’m going out to search for the boys again,”<br />
he said, brushing his granddaughter’s long bangs<br />
with his thick workman’s hands. “Your mother and<br />
your a-poh-poh are in the bedroom praying. I think<br />
they’d like you to join them.”<br />
Anne Mai nodded with tears and a fragile<br />
smile. Grandpa Chen left the girl to her untouched<br />
tea, shutting the front door behind him. The tiny<br />
sea-house went quiet once more. Both her father<br />
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and Talo were already searching, and all the police<br />
officers had to leave on account of the city being<br />
declared a disaster area.<br />
Anne Mai shut her eyes and again her mind<br />
drifted into dreams of Henry. Then, for a second<br />
time, she snapped from her daydreaming. A clammy<br />
hand clutched her ankle. Before Anne Mai could<br />
even scream, a twisting mass of dark robes came<br />
scrabbling through the floorboards.<br />
“There. I thought he’d never leave.” Sheshen<br />
spun around opposite Anne Mai and sat down. He<br />
calmly plopped his green pearl back into his empty<br />
eye-socket. Instantly, the man’s bony body<br />
exploded with fat and he changed into his blubbery,<br />
middle-aged self.<br />
Anne Mai made a quick strike for the<br />
telephone, but a beefy forearm blocked her.<br />
“Tea. Don’t mind if I do,” Sheshen said<br />
pouring himself a cup.<br />
“All I have to do is scream, Mister,” the<br />
teenager warned him.<br />
“Ah, ah, ah – not if you ever want to see those<br />
boys again,” the intruder grinned.<br />
“You know where my brother is? You didn’t<br />
hurt him, did you?”<br />
“Never,” he remarked.<br />
Anne Mai wrinkled her eyebrows suspiciously.<br />
“Why are you here?”<br />
“I came to return this.” Sheshen reached into<br />
his transfigured pearly robes and placed Bot-Bot<br />
down on the table. “I found him wandering about<br />
after last night’s excitement.”<br />
“A thief who grew a conscience. I don’t<br />
believe you. What do you really want?” Anne Mai<br />
asked again sharply.<br />
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“All right. All right. I wish to be friends. To<br />
make amends for my behavior.”<br />
“I’m just a peasant girl to you, remember?”<br />
“I’m only asking you to share a simple cup of<br />
tea with me. Right here. Right now. One teensy<br />
weensy tea ceremony,” Sheshen offered courteously.<br />
“You want to have tea after everything you’ve<br />
done?” Anne Mai shook her head.<br />
“Yes. Then I’ll take you to your brother and<br />
his friends. Safe and sound.” The man gave her a<br />
friendly little wink and tapped the teapot with his<br />
long, painted fingernail.<br />
“Fine,” she answered after a lengthy pause.<br />
“Excellent. Now…”<br />
“I know how a Chinese tea ceremony works,”<br />
Anne Mai interrupted him sternly and took up her<br />
own teacup.<br />
Sheshen bowed his head apologetically.<br />
The two tapped their cups three times in<br />
midair, sniffed deeply, and sipped. Then they<br />
exchanged their cups, repeated the ritual, and raised<br />
their drinks to their lips for a final sip.<br />
“To friendship,” Sheshen smirked.<br />
Anne Mai hesitated and stared nervously<br />
across the table. Bot-Bot twittered on the tabletop<br />
as if trying to say something using robotic body<br />
language, but Sheshen pounded him on his golden<br />
dome. Anne Mai swallowed the last of her tea.<br />
“Mai Mai!” her father’s voice cried out from the<br />
doorway.<br />
“Papa, look!”<br />
But Sheshen was gone, his teacup jiggling on<br />
the edge of the table. Anne Mai looked left-andright,<br />
up-and-down.<br />
“Mai Mai. Look who I found in the emergency<br />
ward,” Mr. Lee declared.<br />
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In came her little brother atop their father’s<br />
shoulders. The boy sat covered in plaster: two<br />
broken arms, a fractured ankle, and a bandaged<br />
head. Yet, despite all of it, he beamed at his big<br />
sister from ear-to-ear.<br />
Next, Talo marched in with Peter bound in his<br />
arms. Anne Mai cupped her hand to her mouth.<br />
The redhead resembled some kind of mummy: two<br />
busted arms, four bruised ribs, two cracked femurs,<br />
and a concussion. In fact, he would have been<br />
unrecognizable, except for a thick pair of glasses<br />
that covered his two gauze eye-patches. But<br />
nonetheless, Peter giggled too.<br />
Lastly, Walsh stepped through the door under<br />
his own power, totally free of injury, save for a fresh<br />
dressing over his right shoulder.<br />
Anne Mai ran up and gently stroked Henry’s<br />
face. “What happened to you three last night?” she<br />
giggled through her wet eyelashes.<br />
“Oh you know, Mai Mai, the usual,” Henry<br />
replied.<br />
“We got to sleep in a hospital,” Peter<br />
announced blindly.<br />
“Seems some old fishermen found the three of<br />
them circling under the docks and pulled them to<br />
safety,” Mr. Lee mused to his daughter.<br />
Bot-Bot then scurried over to the children,<br />
hopping up and down like a puppy wanting to be<br />
held.<br />
“You found Bot-Bot?! Unbelievable!” Walsh<br />
shouted.<br />
At that moment, Mrs. Lee and Grandma Chen<br />
sprinted into the living room.<br />
“Oh, my goodness! Look at my poor baby!”<br />
Mrs. Lee exclaimed as she carefully pulled her<br />
battered son into her arms. Tears of both joy and<br />
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sorrow burst from Grandma Chen’s eyes as she, too,<br />
huddled around Henry.<br />
“But, but, but what happened to them?” the<br />
old woman whimpered. “And, and, and shouldn’t<br />
they be with some doctors?”<br />
“Yes. They should,” Mr. Lee agreed with a bit<br />
of a sheepish look. “Only the wards are all packed<br />
with emergencies. I figured the boys can see<br />
specialists when we’re safely home.”<br />
“You’re leaving? Now?” Grandma Chen<br />
murmured weakly.<br />
“I’m sorry, ngoihmou. Yes. I have a lot of<br />
explaining to do to these boys’ families, though I’m<br />
not sure what to say exactly,” Mr. Lee admitted.<br />
“Anyway. I called my pilots. The airport’s cleared us<br />
to fly, and believe it or not, this is the last day of our<br />
trip.”<br />
Everyone stared at one another in shock.<br />
Could the entire trip already be over? Had it really<br />
been a week-and-a-half? It had. The weight of<br />
everything suddenly sank in. Would home still be<br />
home when they got back? What would everyone be<br />
talking about? Did anyone in Hampshire Hills even<br />
know? Finding herself feeling faint, Anne Mai sat<br />
down on the sofa.<br />
Grandpa Chen came dashing through the front<br />
door. “Boys! You’re safe!” But then he quickly saw<br />
all the miserable faces. “What happened to you<br />
three last night?”<br />
“They’re leaving today,” his wife answered<br />
glumly.<br />
Grandpa Chen’s face drooped and he fell<br />
seated next to Anne Mai. The family room went<br />
silent for a minute.<br />
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Then out of the blue, Walsh sprang to life.<br />
“Hey! If today’s the last day of our trip, that means<br />
we haven’t missed the judging yet!”<br />
“What?” Mrs. Lee wrinkled her tiny nose.<br />
“The Robotics Expo,” Walsh explained. “We<br />
missed all the week-long events, but the last day is<br />
when they judge the national-level winners.”<br />
“No Walsh. There won’t be any competition,”<br />
Mr. Lee stated surely. “Besides you three need to<br />
rest.”<br />
“But I don’t understand. This is why we came,<br />
isn’t it?” Walsh protested. “Please, Mr. Lee! Bot-Bot’s<br />
going to win for sure! I’m begging you!”<br />
“No. I’m sorry,” Henry’s father offered<br />
consolingly. “Talo and I will load everyone’s things<br />
in the car. Then we’ll have just one more stop to<br />
make before we’re off for the airport.”<br />
“Man! Nothing in my life ever goes right!”<br />
Walsh kicked in a tantrum and stormed out of the<br />
living room.<br />
Mr. Lee puckered his lips. “It’s never easy with<br />
that boy, is it?” he sighed.<br />
By eleven o’clock sharp, the Chens’ old<br />
Mercury came sputtering up to the Lees’ ancestral<br />
palace at 1 Queen’s Hill Road. Several taxicabs were<br />
parked along the gates out front. Mr. Lee exited the<br />
vehicle and gestured for his family to stay put.<br />
“I won’t be long,” he said and disappeared<br />
between two forbidding statues.<br />
Henry’s father breezed up the pathway inside,<br />
passing many servants as he did. They were all<br />
leaving the estate, carrying heavy loads of moving<br />
boxes. As the man opened the front door, an eerie<br />
quiet lay across the mansion. Mr. Lee stepped<br />
lightly towards the ancestral garden. When he<br />
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arrived, he saw that all the stalks of snapdragons<br />
were shriveled.<br />
“Hello, dear brother,” muttered Uncle Shang<br />
Sin. He was kneeling at the family shrine, twiddling<br />
his dragon-handled cane between two handcuffed<br />
wrists. “It was a gift from my wife on our wedding<br />
day, you know?” he said of the cane in a remote<br />
voice. “And now, it’s all I’ve got left in the world.”<br />
Mr. Lee sat down next to Uncle Shang Sin and<br />
fixed upon the little portrait of their father. “You<br />
still have your family, Shang Sin,” he said<br />
determinedly. “Come back to America with us. I’ll<br />
help you rebuild your life.”<br />
“Ming Xa, the benevolent Taipan. Our father<br />
would indeed be proud. No. I’m sure the police are<br />
going to insist that I stay. Although. I’m not sure<br />
they can charge me with anything other than poor<br />
choice in women.”<br />
“I need to ask you something, Shang Sin,” Mr.<br />
Lee whispered in a sober voice. “How much did you<br />
know about your wife – about everything she was?”<br />
“Humph,” Uncle Shang Sin scoffed loudly.<br />
“Talo! Bring me some tea! Blasted! Where is that<br />
oaf?!”<br />
Mr. Lee sighed. He then rose to his feet.<br />
“Sorry, Shang Sin. You’ll have to fetch your own tea<br />
from now on. Talo’s decided to come live with us.”<br />
And with that, Mr. Lee departed and left his younger<br />
brother alone.<br />
A few minutes later, the Chens’ old Mercury<br />
chugged along an empty city block and headed<br />
towards the airport. Nobody spoke. Anne Mai<br />
gently held Henry’s hand while Peter kept Bot-Bot<br />
hushed in his lap next to Talo. Walsh brooded in the<br />
back seat, grumbling ever so often to himself.<br />
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“Where is everyone?” Grandpa Chen said at last<br />
from the driver’s seat. “It’s like six million islanders<br />
vanished from the face of the earth.”<br />
The family pressed their faces to the windows<br />
for a better look. Not a soul could be seen on any<br />
corner, in any alley, or along any side street.<br />
Grandpa Chen then veered left at a lonely stoplight<br />
and abruptly slammed on the brakes.<br />
It was a sight like no other. Streets of gold.<br />
Everywhere, there were streets of gold, and<br />
countless islanders were working to chisel it out.<br />
The dragon’s golden body had sprayed riches over<br />
the city for miles. It did not matter that every<br />
neighborhood for blocks lay in smoking embers.<br />
Fire hydrants, telephone poles, and even chunks of<br />
rubble were now worth a fortune.<br />
The family stumbled from the car and ogled in<br />
outright amazement. Who could have ever foreseen<br />
anything like this? Ragged widows, toothless<br />
fishermen, and scores of bone-thin children all<br />
hauled armloads of gold together. At that moment,<br />
the noonday sun rose high in the sky, and the<br />
streets flushed yellow. Rather than a vision of<br />
death, Hong Kong radiated like a dream of paradise.<br />
Walsh staggered forward. “Did this all happen<br />
last night?” he wondered, the light dancing in his<br />
blonde hair.<br />
Mr. Lee came alongside Walsh and placed an<br />
arm around his shoulder. “You see, my boy. Just<br />
when life seems most unfair, somehow things<br />
balance, and good repays evil.”<br />
A faint ocean breeze tickled Walsh’s face and<br />
brought a hint of joy back to his cheeks. Suddenly,<br />
he felt someone tugging at his sleeve. An adorable<br />
little Chinese girl held up a newspaper and a pen.<br />
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“What’s this?” Walsh asked, looking at the<br />
paper.<br />
“Why, it’s the noon edition of the South China<br />
Morning Post.” Mr. Lee chuckled. “I think she<br />
expects you to give her an autograph, young man.<br />
Look.”<br />
Under the bold headlines followed a large<br />
photo of Walsh, Henry, and Peter being rescued by<br />
fishermen the night before.<br />
“Wow! It’s me! I’m famous!” Walsh beamed<br />
proudly and signed the girl’s newspaper (using his<br />
off-hand). Only as soon as he finished, another one<br />
tapped him, and then another, and another. Walsh<br />
quickly found himself surrounded by cute little girls<br />
holding out things for him to sign.<br />
The new celebrity had just signed his fifth<br />
autograph when Mr. Lee caught sight of something<br />
in the distance heading their way. It looked like a<br />
dark parade of people, toting cameras,<br />
microphones, and antennas. They all pointed at<br />
Walsh while screaming out questions at the top of<br />
their lungs.<br />
“Come on!” Mr. Lee grabbed Walsh urgently.<br />
“But I’m not through, sir. These are my fans.”<br />
“Now!” Mr. Lee thundered. “Everyone, into the<br />
car right away!” and he dragged the ten-year-old off<br />
kicking-and-screaming.<br />
“You’re not my agent! Hey! Let me go! Let’s<br />
get some of that gold first! We’re going to be rich!”<br />
Grandpa Chen got the engine started just as<br />
the ravenous pack of reporters arrived, pounding on<br />
the hood, and demanding an interview. The old<br />
Mercury peeled away, shooting up clouds of backfire<br />
into the media’s face, then tore off for the airport.<br />
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At two o’clock high, Mr. Lee’s jet soared into<br />
the sky bound for San Francisco, while Grandma and<br />
Grandpa Chen waved tearfully from the tarmac. Ten<br />
minutes into the flight, the entire cabin snoozed fast<br />
asleep, except for Anne Mai and her father. The girl<br />
sat in silent contemplation, watching Mr. Lee read<br />
the paper over a kettle of tea.<br />
“Can you believe it, Mai Mai?” the man said,<br />
aware of his daughter’s attention. “Over a hundred<br />
people claim to have home videos of the dragon’s<br />
attack.”<br />
“Monsters are only metaphors, remember,<br />
Papa?” the teenager smirked playfully.<br />
Mr. Lee raised his eyebrows comically. “They<br />
used to be anyway.” He folded the newspaper under<br />
his armpit. “So Mai Mai, what do you feel like when<br />
we get home? Whatever it is – you name it.”<br />
Anne Mai stared out her window at the glassy<br />
blue ocean far below. “I feel like going swimming,”<br />
she finally answered.<br />
Her father rocked forward and held her hands.<br />
“Perfect,” he grinned proudly. “Sounds perfect.”<br />
Anne Mai turned her head down shyly and<br />
closed her eyes. Golden sunshine glowed across her<br />
face. Indeed everything was perfect – everything<br />
except for that raw tickle in her throat.<br />
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About Mister Rengerz<br />
(Here pictured on a dragon expedition)<br />
In addition to his rigorous duties as a<br />
globetrotting dragonologist, Mister Rengerz and his<br />
wife, Anchella, also teach elementary school in<br />
Gilroy, California (the garlic capital of the world).<br />
The author wishes to express his gratitude for<br />
reading his debut novel. Please feel free to drop him<br />
a letter if you enjoyed the read.<br />
rengerz@ringdragonz.com
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