The Ming Dynasty Tombs (27 page)

Kester took out his passport and waved it at them.

“The man I shot, where is his body?” Kester asked.

“The police mortuary” the
captain
answered.

“Arrange a guard on my bodyguard and take me to your mortu
ary” Kester asked, a few
minutes
later he was inside a patrol car
the vehicle whisked him away and to a white building he was shown the
man’s
body, the hollow point took out his sternum and there was a massive hole. He was Chinese, and Kester nodded and left the room. He was taken to see the man’s possessions he asked for a photo copy of the man
’
s Chinese passport, and then he examined his possessions as the document was photocopied.
He took out his wallet and examined the contents, and placed the cards onto the desk top. He examined them carefully and made copious notes of the details thereon. He found a solicitors card, which was stained with blood. He copied the man’s details onto a note pad. Only when he had copied all the details available did he tear the sheets off and folded them carefully.

Then Kester looked at the senior officer present.

“I would like to see CCTV camera footage of the event and leading up to this please” Kester asked the man barked an order and looked at Kester.

“It will take some time to organise,
you’re
staying at the Hotel Austerlitz
”

“Yes please get a car to take me to the hospital” Kester asked, 30 minutes later he was outside a private room which was guarded by four police officers Lee was still unconscious. Kester talked to the doctor in charge of his friend.

“Whatever he wants get it for him, and the best of everything, assign him a doctor, yourself would be nice and he likes pretty ladies so get a couple of attractive nurses to look after him” Kester asked Kester left the hospital and took a taxi back to the hotel. The girls were getting concerned as it was several hours since he had left them.

“Some mad Chinese tried to kill me this afternoon, Lee protected me and nearly died” Kester explained.

He picke
d
up the phone and called room service and ordered a meal.
Then replaced the handset
, nice meal was brought to his suite, and he ate as he tried to answer the girl’s questions. He slept alone in no mood for any hanky panky. The next day he was up early, and leaving the girls in the suite he walked to reception, as he was standing there he saw a pamphlet advertising a military vehicle exhibition. He took a taxi to the arena and walked inside. It was fairly boring as he walked past the same Tosh he had known most of his life. Then he stopped in his tracks almost mid stride. He was in love he looked at the vehicle looking ominous and dangerous.

It was ugly would make a warthog seem beautiful, but it was big, armoured and nasty looking. He sat inside and felt safe, there were not many vehicles that made him feel so safe.
He opened the hood, and examined the engine compartment, then looked underneath. There were several variants, an APC which carried 10 fully armed troops, a turreted version fitted with a variety of heavy machine guns, Hughes chain gun or mini gun. The salesman came sauntering over looking very smug.

“Sir don’t mess with the vehicles” he said in a Canadian accent.

“I’m a customer” Kester replied, he sneered and looked at Kester as though he was dirt. Kester took out his satellite phone and dialled the number on the advertising hoardings.
He looked through the brochure and found the presidents name and asked for him. He walked out of earshot and spoke to the man for five minutes.

Then he hung up and returned to the stand.

“Hey mister what’s your game?” the guy asked. Kester looked at him and smiled.

“You are a rude and obnoxious person, I’m not even interested in talking to you” Kester answered.

The phone rang and the man turned around.

“That’s your boss your fired” Kester answered. He answered the phone and went pale, and replaced the receiver.

“You bastard” he said and threw a punch at Kester. Who side stepped and rabbit punched him in the neck, he went down like a sack of potatoes. Two security guards watched the debacle and came rushing over and hand cuffed the man.

“Sir we witnessed the unprovoked attack by this man” one guard remarked. Suddenly several suits appeared, and

“Excuse me what’s going on” the eldest suit asked.

“I was looking at this vehicle and this guy was riding me, and this guy started being abusive and then swung a punch at me” Kester said softly.

“I’m Herbie McDowell, vice president of Teradyne Systems Canada. You called him Your Grace”

“I did indeed how many vehicles has this man sold for you this event?” Kester asked.

“None that I know off” he answered.

“Well I want some `Gurkha` vehicles” Kester stated. The vice president looked at the man, and then at Kester.

“Please accept our sincere apologies, and will you allow us to deal with this matter internally”

“Of course I hope we can come to a mutual arrangement otherwise I will activate my legal eagles and they would sue your asse’s off” Kester replied.

“Your Grace, please sit around behind this screen and
let’s
talk” the man answered.

Once seated the man took a notebook out and looked at Kester.

“The variants can cost upwards of $120k us dollars, how many vehicles are you interested in?” he enquired.

“Two of the chain gun turreted variants, two with heavy machine guns, and 20 apc types and a special 11 special one off’s for me. A total of 35” Kester said softly. The man coughed and looked at Kester.

“These one off’s for you” he asked as he wrote furiously.

“Three seats in the back weapons racks, good air conditioning up rated armour and the apc types and the turreted cars to be in black.
What’s the delivery to the Philippines” Kester asked.

“3 months currently sir”

“That’s ok with me, here is my card the address in the Philippines, and what’s the total?” Kester asked

“Er…er its” he stammered as he played with his calculator.

“That’s $5 million US which includes spares for all vehicles and shipping” he said in a soft voice.

Kester handed over charge card and the
man’s
eyes bulged, ten minutes later he had spent $5 million US dollars,

He left the stand and took a taxi to the hospital, Lee was awake, and beamed a smile as he entered.

“Thanks Boss, you plugged the wound with your finger saved my life” he said offering a hand which still had drips attached. Kester patted it gently,

“I owe you my life hero” he said smiling.

“It was nothing” he said shyly.

“You will be here for 3 weeks,
then there is your re-
cooperation
period and then we go and get all these fucks.

If you do not want to go, then I will finish the job” Kester said sternly.

“Try to keep me away, know who done the hit” Lee asked.

“I have a good detective from Hong Kong creating a file on everyone involved. By the time your better I will know them all like yourself” Kester said softly. A gorgeous nurse came into the room, Kester smiled at Lee

“I have to go now, be back tomorrow need anything” he asked. Lee shook his head and winked.

Kester left the building and took a cab back to the hotel. The girls were out shopping Kester wallowed in the sunken bath in the master’s suite and relaxed. He closed his eyes and felt a draft, a change in air temperature.

He opened his eyes to see two men running silently towards the bath. From below the soap bubble he lifted his eagle and shot them both twice, double tapped chest and head. He stepped out of the bath dried himself and slipped into a robe. Hotel security were there in an instant, but not before Kester had removed their id and their passports. He left a hotel key in their pockets. He walked to the bar and poured a good sized cognac, and sat down
while
the bodies were taken away and a specialist crime team cleaning team arrived to sanitise the bathroom.
Kester dressed and returned to the lounge, the hotel manager and the head of security were there talking softly. The concierge arrived and walked up to Kester.

“I pay 30k Swiss franc’s a night to sleep here and your security lets this happen. I love this hotel, and I have stayed in a few, sort it or we will move out somewhere else” Kester said softly. He looked pale and nodded his head. The police and people left about two hours later. Kester set his laptop up, linked it to his satellite phone, scanned all the papers passports and wallet details and e-mailed them to his detective agency in Hong Kong. He ordered a couple of large steaks and fries for dinner and bottle of Pomerol, and relaxed in the dining room
t
he girls came back he did not tell them of recent events and they talked for an hour until their dinner arrived and they ate their meal. They retired to bed late, Kester slept with Lai, and in the morning he slipped from the bed
s
howered and shaved and ordered breakfast from room service. The girls gradually joined him and tucked into their light meal. Kester explained that he was concerned for their safety, and asked them to fly home. They had no problems
with
t
hat, so in the afternoon they boarded his airbus and it took off.
He kept Jasmine with him for company. They returned to the hotel which was surprisingly empty, Kester phoned the concierge and arranged for them to move into a smaller 3 bed roomed suite, which was the same quality. He liked the smaller suite, besides the assailants had known about the other suite. He had asked the hotel to keep the move secret. They moved and then took a taxi to the hospital to visit Lee, who looked much better, he was sitting up and the drips had gone, there were bruises in the back of both his hands. Kester had brought a Chinese take away noodle dish and he ate like a man possessed. They stayed and talked for two hours, and then the pretty nurse moved them out. They left the hospital, and took a taxi to the hotel.
Then he stripped off their clothes, and he bent her over the settee and fucked her hard and fast. She had intense orgasms which soaked her clothes around her feet,

“It’s been a long time since we had this” she gasped as he drove hard into her. They fucked for an hour, then he came and she gasped loudly and clenched him tightly. They bathed together in the sunken spa bath, and wallowed, then dressed in fresh clothes.
They relaxed in the lounge with a drink for an hour then they went out.
Window shopping mostly but it was a break from the usual routine.

Jasmine looked fabulous, wearing a Chong Sam dress and a fur coat and high heeled shoes, she held his arm as they walked, and she made him feel so proud, so privileged to be with her. They called into a bar and had a couple of drinks each then left and spotted a nice restaurant.
They went inside and ate there, the meal and the wine was superb, and then went back to the hotel in a taxi. It was 10pm, and they had another drink in the suite and shared a tub they made
love in the bath tub then dried each other off and went
to bed. The routine set in and after 3 weeks Lee was released, they took him back to the hotel. They stayed there for another week, then booked out and went to the airport. The airbus was waiting, and it flew them home, Kester drove them from the airport, and took Lee to his home. The three girls were all over him, he hugged each in turn.

“You take it easy, and remember to work out in a week’s time” Kester asked, he smiled and nodded.

“I will boss” he answered they left him there and drove to the house. He went inside and staff took their luggage out and it was carried upstairs. Over the next three weeks he sorted every girl out many times over. They were happy when Kester and Lee flew to Hong Kong. Kester too needed the break they took a taxi to the house on the island, and stayed there for just one night, the next day they met with the private detective
in Hong Kong P
ark

He handed Kester a pen drive and a bulky box file. Kester glanced through the documents,
and then
handed $500k dollars to the man he shook Kester
’
s and Lee’s hand and then left them.
They returned to the house and Kester went into the study he opened the file and took out all the documents, he read everything carefully. The details of the t
hree
dead assassins
he memorised most details and handed the file to Lee, who read carefully.

“These Fucking Chinese don’t know when to give up” Lee said then thought about what he had said and buried his face in the file. They both read the file three times, and then Kester checked out the pen drive it contained the same information. He went to bed and thought of recent events before dropping off to sleep.

The following morning they were packed and ready to leave, at least this time they did not have to go to Hainan, the locations were on the mainland, Lee went out and bought a Chinese built 4x4 it was a bag of bolts but was spacious and the heater worked. They left the following morning, crossing the border and driving south