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.Two years ago at aBrethren meeting in London, Lawrence Takawa met the young woman fromSwitzerland who answered the phone calls and e-mails sent to Nations StandTogether.She was an expert at deflecting all inquiries in a courteous andbland manner.Apparently the United Nations ambassador from Togo was convincedthat Nations Stand Together wanted to give his country a large grant to buyairport X-ray machines.Lawrence knew that the building had one vulnerability: the security guards onthe ground floor were Lambs who were ignorant of the Brethren's larger agenda.After parking his car in a lot on Forty-eighth Street, he walked up Madison tothe building and entered the lobby.Although it was cold outside, he had lefthis overcoat and suit coat in his car.No briefcase just a takeout cup ofcoffee and a manila folder.That was part of the plan.Lawrence showed his ID card to the older guard at the desk and smiled."I'mPage 190 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlgoing to the Nations Stand Together office on the twenty-third floor.""Stand on the yellow square, Mr.Takawa."Lawrence stood facing an iris scanner, a large gray box mounted on thesecurity desk.The guard pressed a button and a lens photographed Lawrence'seyes, then compared the imperfections in his irises to the data in thesecurity file.A green light flashed.The older guard nodded to a young Latinoman standing by the desk."Enrique, please processMr.Takawa to twenty-three."The young guard escorted Lawrence to the elevator bank, swiped a card at thesecurity sensor, and then Lawrence was alone.As the elevator glided upward,he opened the manila envelope and pulled out a clipboard holding someofficial-looking papers.If he had been wearing an overcoat or carrying a briefcase, the other peoplein the hallway might have stopped to ask where he was going.But a neatlydressed and confident-looking young man with a clipboard had to be a fellowemployee.Perhaps he was a new hire in computer services who had just comeback from his coffee break.Thieves didn't carry cups of fresh latte.Lawrence quickly found the mail room and swiped his ID card to get inside.Boxes were stacked against the walls, and surface mail had already been placedin different mail slots.The mail-room employee was probably pushing a cartdown the hallway and would return in a few minutes.Lawrence had to find thepackage and get out of the building as quickly as possible.When Kennard Nash mentioned the idea of obtaining a talisman sword, Lawrencenodded obediently and promised to come up with a solution.He called thegeneral a few days later and kept his information as vague as possible.Thedata system said a Harlequin named Sparrow was killed during a confrontationat the Osaka Hotel.There was a chance that the Japanese Brethren had acquiredthe dead man's sword.Kennard Nash said he would contact his friends in Tokyo.Most of them werepowerful businessmen who felt that Travelers undermined the stability ofJapanese society.Four days later, Lawrence used Nash's access code to enter the general'smessage file.We have received your request.Glad to be helpful.The item requested has beensent to the administrative center in New York.Stepping around a half wall, Lawrence saw a plastic shipping box in thecorner.Japanese characters were on the shipping sticker along with a customsdeclaration that described the contents as samurai film props for moviepremiere.No need to tell the government that they were shipping a thirteenth-centurysword, a national treasure created by one of the Jittetsu.There was a box cutter on the shipping counter and Lawrence used it to slashthrough the sealing tape and customs stamps.He opened the lid and wasdisappointed to find a set of fiberglass armor made for a samurai movie.Breastplate.Helmet.Gauntlets.And then, near the bottom of the case, a sword wrapped in brown paper.Lawrence picked up the weapon and knew it was too heavy to be made offiberglass.Quickly, he ripped off the paper that covered the sword's handleand saw that the fittings were burnished gold.His father's sword.A talisman.***###BOONE WAS ALWAYS suspicious when a troublesome employee decided not to comeinto work.Five minutes after his conversation with the staff in London, hesent a member of his security team to Lawrence Takawa's residence.APage 191 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlsurveillance van was already parked across the street from the town house whenBoone arrived.He got into the back of the van and found a technician namedDorfman munching on corn chips while he stared at the screen of a thermalimaging device."Takawa is still in the house, sir.He called the research center this morningand said he had the flu."Boone knelt on the floor of the van and examined the image.Faint lines showedwalls and pipes.A bright patch of warmth was in the bedroom."That's the bedroom," Dorfman said."And there's our sick employee.TheProtective Link is still active [ Pobierz całość w 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.Two years ago at aBrethren meeting in London, Lawrence Takawa met the young woman fromSwitzerland who answered the phone calls and e-mails sent to Nations StandTogether.She was an expert at deflecting all inquiries in a courteous andbland manner.Apparently the United Nations ambassador from Togo was convincedthat Nations Stand Together wanted to give his country a large grant to buyairport X-ray machines.Lawrence knew that the building had one vulnerability: the security guards onthe ground floor were Lambs who were ignorant of the Brethren's larger agenda.After parking his car in a lot on Forty-eighth Street, he walked up Madison tothe building and entered the lobby.Although it was cold outside, he had lefthis overcoat and suit coat in his car.No briefcase just a takeout cup ofcoffee and a manila folder.That was part of the plan.Lawrence showed his ID card to the older guard at the desk and smiled."I'mPage 190 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlgoing to the Nations Stand Together office on the twenty-third floor.""Stand on the yellow square, Mr.Takawa."Lawrence stood facing an iris scanner, a large gray box mounted on thesecurity desk.The guard pressed a button and a lens photographed Lawrence'seyes, then compared the imperfections in his irises to the data in thesecurity file.A green light flashed.The older guard nodded to a young Latinoman standing by the desk."Enrique, please processMr.Takawa to twenty-three."The young guard escorted Lawrence to the elevator bank, swiped a card at thesecurity sensor, and then Lawrence was alone.As the elevator glided upward,he opened the manila envelope and pulled out a clipboard holding someofficial-looking papers.If he had been wearing an overcoat or carrying a briefcase, the other peoplein the hallway might have stopped to ask where he was going.But a neatlydressed and confident-looking young man with a clipboard had to be a fellowemployee.Perhaps he was a new hire in computer services who had just comeback from his coffee break.Thieves didn't carry cups of fresh latte.Lawrence quickly found the mail room and swiped his ID card to get inside.Boxes were stacked against the walls, and surface mail had already been placedin different mail slots.The mail-room employee was probably pushing a cartdown the hallway and would return in a few minutes.Lawrence had to find thepackage and get out of the building as quickly as possible.When Kennard Nash mentioned the idea of obtaining a talisman sword, Lawrencenodded obediently and promised to come up with a solution.He called thegeneral a few days later and kept his information as vague as possible.Thedata system said a Harlequin named Sparrow was killed during a confrontationat the Osaka Hotel.There was a chance that the Japanese Brethren had acquiredthe dead man's sword.Kennard Nash said he would contact his friends in Tokyo.Most of them werepowerful businessmen who felt that Travelers undermined the stability ofJapanese society.Four days later, Lawrence used Nash's access code to enter the general'smessage file.We have received your request.Glad to be helpful.The item requested has beensent to the administrative center in New York.Stepping around a half wall, Lawrence saw a plastic shipping box in thecorner.Japanese characters were on the shipping sticker along with a customsdeclaration that described the contents as samurai film props for moviepremiere.No need to tell the government that they were shipping a thirteenth-centurysword, a national treasure created by one of the Jittetsu.There was a box cutter on the shipping counter and Lawrence used it to slashthrough the sealing tape and customs stamps.He opened the lid and wasdisappointed to find a set of fiberglass armor made for a samurai movie.Breastplate.Helmet.Gauntlets.And then, near the bottom of the case, a sword wrapped in brown paper.Lawrence picked up the weapon and knew it was too heavy to be made offiberglass.Quickly, he ripped off the paper that covered the sword's handleand saw that the fittings were burnished gold.His father's sword.A talisman.***###BOONE WAS ALWAYS suspicious when a troublesome employee decided not to comeinto work.Five minutes after his conversation with the staff in London, hesent a member of his security team to Lawrence Takawa's residence.APage 191 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlsurveillance van was already parked across the street from the town house whenBoone arrived.He got into the back of the van and found a technician namedDorfman munching on corn chips while he stared at the screen of a thermalimaging device."Takawa is still in the house, sir.He called the research center this morningand said he had the flu."Boone knelt on the floor of the van and examined the image.Faint lines showedwalls and pipes.A bright patch of warmth was in the bedroom."That's the bedroom," Dorfman said."And there's our sick employee.TheProtective Link is still active [ Pobierz całość w 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