Chapter Fifteen
“Spare change? Hey, man, any spare change?”
The youthful panhandlers were inevitable, even in a Brazilian airport. Tidwell strode on, ignoring the boy, but Clancy stopped and started digging in his pocket.
“Come on, Clancy! We’ve got to beat that mob through Customs.”
“Yeah, ain’t it a bitch?” the youth joined in. “Do you believe these gooks? It’s been like this for almost a week.”
Curiosity made Tidwell continue the conversation.
“Any word as to what they’re doing?”
“Big tour program. Some Jap company is giving free tours instead of raises this year.” He spat on the floor. “Damn cheap bastards. Haven’t gotten a dime out of one of them yet.”
“Here.” Tidwell handed him a dollar. “This’ll make up for some of it.”
“Hey man, thanks. Say, take your bags to that skinny guy on the end and slip him ten, no hassle!”
The youth drifted off, looking for fresh game.
“Hypocrite!” accused Clancy under his breath. “Since when were you suddenly so generous.”
“Since I could write it off on an expense account. That item is going in as a ten-dollar payment for an informant. C’mon, I’ll buy you a drink out of the profits.”
“Actually, I’d rather loiter around out here and make sure everything goes okay.”
“Relax.” Tidwell shot a glance down the terminal. “They’re doing fine. Damnedest invasion I’ve ever seen.”
At the other end of the terminal, the rest of their infiltration group was gathered, taking pictures and chattering together excitedly. Clancy and Tidwell had arrived by commercial flight half an hour after the charter plane, but the group was still fluttering around getting organized. They were perfect, right down to the overloaded camera bags and the clipboards. Even with his practiced eye, Tidwell could not have distinguished his own crew of cold killers from a hundred other groups of Orientals which frequent the tourist routes of the world.
“Hey! There you are!”
Both men winced. The irritating voice of Harry Beckington was unmistakable. After seven hours of his company on the plane, the mercenaries had not even had to confer before dodging him as they got off the plane. He would have made nice camouflage, but…
“Thought I lost you guys with all the slant-eyes in here!”
Their smiles were harder than usual to force.
“Sure are a lot of them,” volunteered Clancy gamely.
“You know how they are—first a few, then you’re hip-deep in ’em.”
“That’s the way it is, all right,” smiled Tidwell.
“C’mon. Let me buy you boys a.…”
As he spoke, he gestured toward the bar, and collided with one of the “tour group.” He collided with Aki.
There was no reason for Aki to be passing so close, except that there was no reason for him not to. He was returning from the souvenir stand and the group of three men happened to be in his path. One of the forces’ instructions for the invasion was to not avoid each other. Nothing is as noticeable to a watchful eye as a group of people studiously ignoring each other. It would have been unnatural for Aki to alter his path, so he simply tried to walk past them, only to run into Beckington’s wildly flailing arm.
Aki’s arm was still in a sling from his duel with Tidwell, and it suffered the full brunt of the impact. He instinctively bounced back, and stumbled over Beckington’s briefcase.
“Watch it, gook! Look what you did!”
Aki was the picture of politeness. He bobbed his head, smiling broadly.
“Please excuse. Most clumsy!”
“Excuse, hell. You’re going to pick all that stuff up.”
Beckington seized his injured arm angrily, pointing to the scattered papers on the floor.
“For Christ’s sake, Beckington,” interrupted Tidwell, “the man’s got a bad arm.”
“Injured, my ass. He’s probably smuggling something. How ‘bout it, gook? What are you smuggling?”
He shook the injured arm. Small beads of sweat appeared on Aki’s forehead, but he kept smiling.
“No smuggle. Please—will pick up paper.”
Beckington released him with a shove.
“Well, hurry up!”
“Careful, Beckington, he might know karate,” cautioned Clancy.
“Shit! They don’t scare me with that chop-chop crap!” snarled Beckington, but he stepped back anyway.
“Here are papers. Please excuse. Very clumsy.”
Beckington gestured angrily. Aki set the papers down and retreated toward the other end of the terminal.
“Boy, that really frosts me. I mean, some people think just ’cause they’re in another country they can get away with murder.”
“Yeah, people like that really burn me, too,” said Tidwell drily. The sarcasm was lost.
“Where were we? Oh yeah. I was going to buy you boys a drink. You ready?”
“Actually, we can’t.”
“Can’t—why not?”
“Actually, we’re with Alcoholics Anonymous. We’re here to open a new branch,” interrupted Clancy.
“Alcoholics Anonymous?”
“Yes,” said Tidwell blandly. “On the national board, actually.”
“But I thought you were drinking on the plane.”
“Oh, that,” interrupted Clancy. “Actually it was iced tea. We’ve found that lecturing people while we’re traveling just alienates them, so we try to blend with the crowd until we have time to do some real work.”
“Have you ever stopped to think what alcohol does to your nervous system? If you can hold on a second we’ve got some pamphlets here you could read.”
Tidwell started rummaging energetically in his flight bag.
“Ah…actually I’ve got to run now. Nice talking with you boys.”
He edged backward, started away toward the bar, then turned, smiled, and made a beeline for the men’s room.
Tidwell collapsed in laughter.
“Alcoholics…Oh Christ, Clancy, where do you come up with those from anyway?”
“Huh? Oh, just a quickie. It got rid of him, didn’t it?”
“I’ll say. Well, let’s go before he comes back.”
“Um, can we stall here for a few minutes, Steve?”
Tidwell stopped laughing in mid-breath.
“What is it? Trouble?”
“Nothing definite. Don’t want to worry you if it’s nothing. Just talk about something for a few minutes.”
“Terrific. Remind me to fire you for insubordination. How about that Aki? Do you believe he managed to keep his cool through all that crap?”
“Uh-huh.”
“That Beckington is a real shit. If we weren’t under contract, I’d like nothing better than realigning his face a little.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Dammit, that’s enough! If you don’t tell me what’s up, I’ll cut your liquor allotment!”
“Well…we might have a little problem.”
“C’mon, Clancy!”
“You saw where Beckington went?”
“Yeah, into the men’s room. So?”
“So, Aki’s in there.”
“What?”
“Doubled back and ducked in while we were doing the A.A. bit with Beckington. Probably needed to take a painkiller.”
“Who else is in there?”
“Just the two of them.”
“Christ! You don’t think Aki—”
“Not out here in the open, but it must be awfully tempting in there.”
The two men studied the ceiling in silence for several moments. Still no one emerged from the men’s room. Finally Tidwell heaved a sigh and started for the door. Clancy held up a hand.
“C’mon Steve. Why not let him—”
“Because we can’t afford any attention. None at all. All we need is to have them detain all the Orientals in the airport for a police investigation. Now let’s go!”
The mercenaries started for the door. Tidwell raised his hand to push his way in, and the door opened.
“Oh, hi boys. How’s the ‘dry’ business? Just do me a favor and don’t close down the bars until after I’ve left the country, know what I mean?”
“Um…sure, Harry. Just for you.”
“Well, see you around.”
He brushed past them and strode toward the bar.
Almost mechanically, the two mercenaries pushed open the door and entered the washroom. Aki looked up inquiringly as he dried his hands on a blow-jet.
“Urn…are you okay, Aki?”
“Certainly, Mr. Tidwell. Why do you ask?”
The two men shifted uncomfortably.
“We…ah…we just thought that after what happened outside…”
Aki frowned for a moment, then suddenly smiled with realization.
“Ah! I see. You feared that I might…Mr. Tidwell, I am a mercenary under contract. Rest assured I would do nothing to draw needless attention to our force or myself.”
With that, the three mercenaries headed out into the terminal to continue the invasion.