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Instead of turning right； he went straight on； due east； towards Lexington Avenue。 Once there； he turned south to the end of the block。 He had now made a half…circuit along the perimeter of the tower。
There was an old…style phone booth on the corner。 One of those with green metal and glass walls all the way down to the pavement。 Beside it were black and tan polythene bags of garbage awaiting pickup。 He put this makeshift screen between him and the tower as if he were about to head further east。
Now he was in dense shadow and he stood perfectly still； having first altered his image： the duffel bag was at his feet and he stood straight； his shoulders squared。 The bamboo cane lay in the gutter； out of sight of even the sparse traffic along Lexington。 He was invisible to anyone within the building's periphery。
He waited twenty minutes。
Without bending； he unzipped the duffel bag and worked with deft； economical movements。 When he emerged from his cover； he appeared to be a spare； dapper businessman in a conservative suit and a pork…pie hat。 As。 American as apple pie。 He remembered to make his strides long and purposeful； knowing that even the most formidable of disguises could be betrayed by the peculiar manner in which an individual walked； the gait as singular as fingerprints。
There had been no movement along the east face but he had seen two blue…and…whites parked along the verge of the north face。 They were dark； obviously meant to look empty。 He did not think that they were。
Now as he pleted his circuit of the tower； his estimation of the New York Police Force rose a couple of notches。 In all； he counted half a dozen men either within or around the building。 And once he had caught a tiny flash from somewhere above that could only e from the barrel of a rifle。
Not that he particularly cared one way or another how many men they had assigned to protect Tomkin。 But one had； of course； to be prepared。 However； he detested estimates： on anything。 Estimates； he had been taught … and it was most assuredly so … were dangerous。 How many men had gone to their deaths by taking an estimated count for real？
He went south on Park； taking it slow and circuitous； arriving back at the phone booth on Lexington a half hour later。 Now was not the time to get careless。
The duffel bag was where he had stowed it； between piles of plastic…wrapped garbage。 He checked his watch。 Thirty seconds。 He unzipped the duffel bag for the last time。 He took off his light…coloured suit； flipped the hat into the gutter。 Then he stooped and threw the contents of the bag over his shoulder in a version of a fireman's lift。
The small but powerful incendiary device he had dropped under a car at the end of the north face of the building in his guise as the old man erupted with a white and green flash into the night。 Even a full block away； he could feel the slight concussion as the force of the explosion forced the hot air away from the epicentre。 There was a pattering of metal and powdered glass as bright as diamonds in the streetlights。 Flame licked skywards。
Crouching； he ran directly towards the building's facade and； within its dense shadows； he went along its south face； through the first…class cover of the dormant machinery … the double shifts had ceased two days ago； after they had discovered he had infiltrated the place as a construction worker。 Within four seconds he had disappeared entirely。
Now he went from thick stanchion to thick stanchion； feeling under his fingers the rough texture of the rust…retardant undercoat。 Concrete dust still hung in the air and； as he dropped down from the height； free of his heavy burden； he saw that the sharp shadows cast by the huge machines gave the place the rather disconsolate air of a deserted carnival。 There had been a carnival once； at Shimonoseki。 The thought of it； and the sea slowly closing over； caused him to reach into a side pocket。 He put a rough…textured square into his mouth and swallowed。
He squatted； perched like a bird of prey； waiting for the drug to hit。 He had been forced to leave the Kuji…kiri when he had bee careless enough to drop the stuff during practice。 Not stupid； he reminded himself。 He could not help it； he had been driven to it。 By the rocking boat and the howling wind and the heavy splash as the sea closed over …
Hit！ In bright light。 Form and line became stark； almost two…dimensional； like the backdrop on a theatre stage。 It seemed to him that he could see in all directions at once。 He became at once more intensely aware of the driving dust in the air。 This； too； this little thing could be turned into an advantage。 Because of the pollutant； his adversaries' eyes would be forced to blink more rapidly to avoid irritation。 That minuscule amount of time would be the difference between life and death for some of them。
He raised his gaze。 He hoped that he would not have to use
the thing on the ledge； but if he did 。。。
He saw the first one。 He was dressed differently from the ones in Doyers Street。 Too； he carried himself more confidently。
Saig5 spent several minutes studying the policeman。 He wanted to know several things before he made a move。 Did he have a specific territory assigned to him？ And； if so； did it intersect with someone else's？
When he was satisfied； he lifted the double curve from the side and screwed the two pieces together。 It became a bow of high…tension plastic with a light aluminum centre and sight。
Interesting； he thought。 The explosion had not caused as much havoc as he had thought it might。 It had； however； given him enough time to infiltrate the tower's perimeter。 But not much more。 Now he could hear the piercing wail of the fire engine as it approached。 The policemen here； having at once determined that no person was inside the car or had been hurt while passing by； had left the mop…up to the fire department。
From this vantage point he could see the slight clandestine movement of the sniper。 He waited until the policeman on his level was at the extreme edge of his patrol。 Fitting a steel…tipped arrow to the bow； he drew back and aimed。 These were not normal hunting arrows。 Their； points were made by the careful layering of steel in precisely the same manner as katana were forged。 In ancient times； they were known as armour…piercing arrows。 They could get through anything short of a two…inch steel block。
He let the arrow fly。 There was a quiet humming as of an inquisitive bee and a soft thunk。 The glint of the rifle's barrel was no longer visible； but the unruffled feathers protruded darkly from the sniper's neck。
The policeman on his level had turned round and was ing back。 He stopped directly in front of Saigo and lifted his head。 Something dark and wet dripped down onto his shoulder。 He shifted his submachine…gun to his left arm； preparatory to phoning in via walkie…talkie。
Saigo leaped at him； an animated shadow。 His left arm was lifted high in an arc； it made a hissing sound as it descended。 His hand was encased in a thin steel network； running from the wrist out past the fingertips in what amounted to a set of claws； curved and razor…sharp。 Articulated steel tendons across the back of the hand； along each ringer。
The policeman had time but to open his mouth before the claws ripped viciously through his throat； embedding themselves in his chest； piercing cloth； bullet…proof vest； skin； flesh and internal organs。
There was a great gout of black blood and 'the body convulsed as if charged with electricity。 Strips of flesh as if flayed flew through the air and the stench of death was abruptly as strong as jasmine in some far…off and peaceful clime。
He left the corpse； laughing silently at the ineffectual addition of the vest and retrieved his bow from the dense shadows。
First the vast atrium； he thought。 He was in no hurry。 Upstairs； they could well wait for him。 He visualized Tomkin's broad face slick with sweat in the tense period of not knowing what was happening below。
He moved with no more sound than the passing of the warm night wind through the pillars of the tower。 In the next sector he came upon another of the plainclothesmen。 He moved up behind him and； slipping the black nylon