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           Darkhair,mirroredglasses,darkclothing,slender...

           Andgone.

           ThenCasewasrunning,bentlow,dodgingbetweenbodies.

           `Rentmeagun,Shin?’

           Theboysmiled.`Twohour.’TheystoodtogetherinthesmelloffreshrawseafoodattherearofaShigasushistall.`Youcomeback,twohour.’

           `Ineedonenow,man.Gotanythingrightnow?’

           Shinrummagedbehindemptytwo-litercansthathadoncebeenfilledwithpowderedhorseradish.Heproducedaslenderpackagewrappedingrayplastic.`Taser.Onehour,twentyNewYen.Thirtydeposit.’

           `Shit.Idon’tneedthat.Ineedagun.LikeImaybewannashootsomebody,understand?’

           Thewaitershrugged,replacingthetaserbehindthehorseradishcans.`Twohour.’

           Hewentintotheshopwithoutbotheringtoglanceatthedisplayofshuriken.He’dneverthrownoneinhislife.

           HeboughttwopacksofYeheyuanswithaMitsubishiBankchipthatgavehisnameasCharlesDerekMay.ItbeatTrumanStarr,thebesthe’dbeenabletodoforapassport.

           TheJapanesewomanbehindtheterminallookedlikeshehadafewyearsonoldDeane,noneofthemwiththebenefitofscience.HetookhisslenderrollofNewYenoutofhispocketandshowedittoher.`Iwanttobuyaweapon.’

           Shegesturedinthedirectionofacasefilledwithknives.

           `No,’hesaid,`Idon’tlikeknives.’

           Shebroughtanoblongboxfrombeneaththecounter.Thelidwasyellowcardboard,stampedwithacrudeimageofacoiledcobrawithaswollenhood.Insidewereeightidenticaltissue-wrappedcylinders.