"How about covering the door? I think it's time we got down to business and traded some bonds."
"With pleasure." She stepped over and glanced out. It was clear.
"What do you think, Alex?" Vance turned back. "Word's going around there's a hot new issue of Mino Industries zero-coupons coming out today. What do you say we go long? In for a hundred. Just take the lot."
"I heard the same rumor, this very morning," he smiled. "You're right. My instincts say it's a definite buy."
"Fine." Vance turned to MNB's jowled branch chief. "We'd like to do a little trading here this morning. Mind getting the bond desk at Westminster Union on the line? Tell Nogami we're good for a hundred in Mino Industries debentures, the new issue. At par."
"Michael." It was Eva's voice, suddenly alarmed.
"What?"
"We've got company. They look like field reps."
"Good God." Novosty strode to the door and looked out. A group of four leather-jacketed Japanese were headed down the hallway, two disarmed MNB guards in front. Also with them was Kenji Nogami.
Turning back, he looked imploringly at Vance. "What do we do?"
"Figure they came prepared." He waved toward Eva. "Better lose that.38. Put it on the table for now. Maybe we can still talk this thing through."
She nodded, then stepped over and laid her weapon beside the bundles of securities. Vance took one last look at the Smith & Wesson in his own hand and did the same. Even ex-archaeologists could do arithmetic.
All this time Vera Karanova had said nothing. She merely stood watching the proceedings with a detached smile. Finally she spoke. "Now we can proceed with the counting," she said calmly.
"Maybe you don't fully grasp the situation here, comrade." Vance stared at her. "Those gorillas aren't dropping in for tea. We've got to stand together."
She burst out laughing. "Mr. Vance, you are truly naive. No, you're worse. You actually thought you could sabotage the most powerful new global alliance of the twentieth century." Her dark eyes were gradually turning glacial. "It will not be allowed to happen, believe me."
My God, he realized, that's why she wanted to get her hands on the protocol. To deep-six it. She's been biding her time, stringing us along. And today she managed to stall us long enough for Mino's boys to figure out the switch. She's no longer working for T-Directorate; she's part of Tanzan Mino's operation. All this time she's been working with them.
"The negotiable certificates in this room will be delivered to their rightful recipient by his personal jet," she continued. "Today."
"Over my dead body." He found himself thinking it might well be true.
"No, Mr. Vance, not exactly. Your contribution will be more substantial than that."
He was speechless, for the first time.
The Russian bankers in the room were taken totally by surprise. Double-dealing KGB games had always been part of the landscape, but this was confusing in the extreme. Whose money was it anyway?
"Michael." Novosty's voice was trembling. "This cannot be allowed to happen."
"I agree. We've definitely got a situation here."
He glanced around to see the four Mino-gumi kobun poised in the doorway, all with H&K automatics now out of their briefcases. Kenji Nogami was standing behind them, his eyes defeated.
Novosty still looked stunned. The range of options was rapidly narrowing to none.
Vera indicated his Ruger. "You would be wise to put that away. Now."
"If they take these securities, my life's not worth a kopeck." Novosty seemed to be thinking out loud. "What does it matter."
It wasn't a question. It was a statement.
Remembering it all later, Vance could barely recall the precise sequence of events. He did remember shoving Eva back against the wall as the fireworks began.
Novosty's first round caught the lead Mino-gumi kobun squarely between the eyes. As he pitched backward, arms flailing, he tumbled against the others, giving Novosty time to fire again. With deadly accuracy he caught another in the chest.
Kenji Nogami had already thrown himself on the thick hallway carpet, safely avoiding the fusillade. The Russian bankers, too, had all hit the floor, along with the MNB guards and the two couriers.
Then came a shot with a different sound — the dull thunk of a silencer. Novosty jerked in surprise, pain spreading through his eyes. The silencer thunked again, and again.
It was Vera Karanova. She was holding a small.22 caliber Walther PP, with a specially equipped silencer. And her aim was flawless. Novosty had three slugs arranged neatly down the side of his head before he even realized what was happening. He collapsed forward, never knowing whose hand had been on the gun.
She's probably wanted to get rid of him for years, Vance thought fleetingly. She finally got her golden opportunity, the double-crossing bitch.
He briefly considered grabbing back one of the.38's and avenging Alex then and there, but he knew it would be suicidal.
"Alex, no!" Eva's voice sobbed.
"Both of you, hands on the wall." Comrade Karanova was definitely in charge.
"Michael," Eva said, turning to comply, "what happened to our well-laid plans?"
"Looks like too little, too late." He stretched beside her.
"What did she mean just now? About our 'contribution'?"
"Probably the protocol. My guess is she wants to see it destroyed. Let's hope that'll be the end of it. The godfather's got his money. And Alex's problem is solved permanently."
Now Kenji Nogami was entering the room, an island of Zen-like calm amidst all the bedlam.
"Michael, I'm so sorry." He stepped over. "When the money didn't show up as scheduled, they called Jiro Sato and he suggested they try here. There was nothing I could do."
Vance nodded. "That's how I figured it'd be played. We didn't move fast enough on this end. It was my fault."
"Too bad. We came close." He sighed. "But I'm not going to underwrite the rest of those bogus debentures. He'll have to kill me."
"And he'll probably do just that. The hell with it. You tried, we all tried. Now it looks like Tanzan Mino's scam is going to go through whether we play or not. You might as well save your own skin. With any luck, we can still sort out our end, but you — you're going to have to be dealing with that bastard for years to come. Think about it."
"I'm still deciding," he said finally. "Let's wait and see how things go."
"Alex opted for suicide. You shouldn't follow his lead."
"I'm not suicidal." He stepped back as Vera proceeded to pat them down. "I think very carefully about my options."
"Get the money." She was directing the two remaining Mino-gumi kobun toward the table.
"Gonna just rob the bank now, Comrade?" Vance turned and looked at her, then at the three bodies strewn on the floor. The kobun seemed to consider their late colleagues merely casualties of war. The dead men received almost no notice. "Pretty costly little enterprise, wouldn't you say. Not a very propitious start for your new era of world serenity."
"You would be advised to shut up," she responded sharply.
"I feel personally violated by all this." Nogami had turned to her and his voice was like steel. "As of this moment, you can put out of your mind any illusion I might cooperate further. This outrage is beyond acceptability."
"We did what had to be done," Vera said. "We still expect your cooperation and I do not think we will be disappointed."
"Then your expectation is sadly misplaced," he replied icily. His eyes signified he meant every word.