Golden Buddha Part 19

"No tongue, please," Crabtree whispered.

Faking CPR, the guard turned to Ho. "This woman is dying."

"Call for help," Ho said.

The guard reached for the radio on his belt and called for an ambulance.

"Juan," Hanley said, "the bird is inbound."

"Time to pull out," Cabrillo said to his team. "Round everyone up."

Reinholt and Pryor were rolling the cart containing the false-bottomed speakers over the lawn to the far side of the heliport. Once the cart was positioned, they removed green light bars from their pockets and bent them in half. The chemical reaction made the tubes glow and they spread them in a crude circle so the helicopter pilot would know where to land.

The scene inside the tent was absolutely chaotic. People were singing, howling, dancing and prancing. Sung Rhee was groping a woman at his table, the mayor of Macau was drinking the water out of the table arrangement.

Only Winston Spenser seemed composed. When his stomach was upset, he was sensitive to fruit juice. He had faked the toast and was beginning to see something was terribly wrong. Right then, he felt a p.r.i.c.k on his neck. A second later, his head slumped over on the table.

THE TRAFFIC OPENED up for a second and the police car racing along the Inner Port Road managed to make some headway. I the distance, the officer managed to glimpse the motorcycles making a turn onto Calcada da Barra. Pushing the gas pedal to the floor, he raced after the retreating pair of motorcycles.

"I have them in sight," he shouted over the radio. "They're northwest on Calcada."

The man aboard the motorcycle carrying the Buddha glanced in his 167 rearview mirror and saw the police car approaching. He waved his hand in the air and the second motorcyclist turned his head. Dropping back a little, he waited until the police car was right behind him. Then he reached over and tripped a lever on his sidecar.

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STANLEY HO'S METICULOUSLY planned party had deteriorated into a baccha.n.a.lia.

Juan Cabrillo walked over to where Ho was standing next to the p.r.o.ne Crabtree. Ho was in a daze. There were so many things happening, his drug-addled brain could not comprehend them all. A few moments ago, the lesbian party planner had come to him and said that she could not figure out how to restore the lights inside the tent and offered to have some workers raise some of the side panels to allow the scant natural moonlight to filter inside. It was now a little brighter inside the tent, but many of the guests had started wandering outside onto the lawn.

tion.

"Sir," the security guard said, "the roads are choked with traffic and the ambulances can't get through. They recommended an air evacua-Ho stared down. A minor member of a royal family expiring at his party would definitely put a crimp in his social aspirations.

"Do it," Ho said through the fog in his brain.

"I already did," the guard admitted, "but we have another problem."

That was all Ho needed.

"What is it?"

"There's another guest slumped over," the guard said, pointing toward Spenser.

"Have him taken out, too," Ho said.

Juan Cabrillo spoke. "Mr. Ho. Some of my band is feeling queasy.

We indulged in some of the appetizers and I think something was bad.

I'd recommend we end this party and have the guests seek medical attention immediately."

The entire affair was collapsing before Ho's eyes.

"The band wants to leave," Cabrillo said. "We're going to pull our van around to the rear and load up our equipment."

"I need the P.A. system to make an announcement," Ho said.

"We already broke it down," Cabrillo told him, "but we have a portable megaphone we can let you use. I'll go get it from the van."

Ho turned to the security guard. "Who is watching the Buddha?"

"The other two guards," he said. "I'd recommend we place it back inside."

"Take it to my office," Ho ordered.

The sound of an approaching helicopter grew louder.

The guard reached for his walkie-talkie and ordered the Buddha to be moved upstairs. Then he reached down and lifted Crabtree and cradled her in his arms. He started walking out of the tent toward the landing zone. Cabrillo raced across the grounds to the van. Once inside, he adjusted the outside mirror and stared into the camera.

"We're collecting the props," he said as he twisted the key and started the engine.

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171.

ON THE OREGON, Max Hanley was watching the unfolding scene with amazement.

The two distinct groups were obvious. The Corporation members were moving about in a blur of motion and action, while the rest of the party seemed caught in a haze of indecision and disbelief. The element of chaos in the surroundings was complete. It was almost time to stoke the fires of escape.

"Murph, Lincoln, Halpert," Hanley said, "Juan's coming around with the van. Load up fast and make your way to the front of the mansion."

He saw the waves of acknowledgment.

"Ross, dispose of the punch and the doctored appetizers left on the tables."

"Larry," Hanley asked, "what do you see?"

"The policeman is leaning against the front of his car, waiting for help. I think we can count him out for now. One of the guards has just left the tent, carrying Monica. He's making his way to extraction point one." King scanned the grounds with the scope. "Two of the guards are wheeling the faux Buddha toward the rear door as I speak."

"Good," Hanley said, "everything is in play. You can make your egress anytime you deem fit. If you make your way along the wall and wait by the street, I'll have Juan slow the van down as he pa.s.ses."

"Understand," King said.

He began to break down the rifle and fit it into its case. Once that was done, he climbed down to the edge of the wall and began to make his way west.

"Who haven't we used?" Hanley asked one of the operators, who stared quickly at the list of partic.i.p.ants.

"Truitt," the operator replied.

"Where's Julia?"

"Last we saw her, she was going back inside the tent," the operator said. "But since the chairman broke down the keyboard set, we've lost the camera inside."

"d.i.c.k," Hanley said, "if you can hear me, signal someone in our team."

Cabrillo pulled the van to the rear of the tent. It had been slow going with all the people wandering the grounds. He slid the van into Park and opened the door. Truitt appeared at the rear of the tent and motioned to the camera in the van's mirror.

"d.i.c.k, I need you to find Julia," Hanley said. "She immobilized the art dealer. Carry him to the landing zone, then I want the two of you to exit via Crabtree's limousine."

Truitt gave the camera a thumbs-up and raced away.

The members of the team were tossing the remaining speakers and electronics into the rear of the van. Out over Nam Van Lakes, the landing lights of the helicopter were visible and growing brighter. The thumping of the rotor blades increased as the helicopter drew near.

Inside the tent it was pandemonium. Truitt found Huxley talking to Ho, who seemed unable to move from where he stood. Too much was happening, his brain could not put it all into place.

"The megaphone," he said in a daze. "I have to warn the guests."

"Who has it?" Truitt asked Ho.

"The band," Ho said. "The band said they had one."

"I just saw them at the rear of the tent," Truitt said. "You should go there."

Ho raced off.

Truitt reached over and whispered in Huxley's ear, "Where's the art dealer?"

Huxley led him over, and she and Truitt carried Spenser out onto the grounds.

The helicopter pilot slowed his forward speed and initiated a hover.

The Eurocopter EC-350 that the Corporation had leased was a sweet machine--it hung in the air with little input from the controls. Reaching to the radio on the control panel, the pilot changed the radio frequency.

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"I'm waiting," he said to the Oregon.

"What do you see?" Hanley asked.

The pilot flicked on his landing lights.

"I have two people carrying a body to the zone," the pilot said.

"Everything else is in place."

"As soon as they reach the zone, touch down," Hanley said, "but watch for another party who will be arriving. We'll need four to get the object aboard."

"Tom?" Hanley said.

Crabtree's limousine driver was behind the wheel of the car. He flashed his lights.

"I have a car flashing their lights," the pilot said.

"Drive onto the lawn and park near the landing zone. Then load the helicopter."

The lights flashed again and the limousine began moving.

"He heard you," the pilot said.

Hanley was pacing back and forth. There were several carefully timed actions occurring. As long as everyone followed the plan, the team would be out in a few more minutes. This was what the Corporation called Critical Time. The time when it could all go to h.e.l.l in seconds.

"Juan's waving," one of the operators said, pointing to a monitor.

Just then, Ho wandered over.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

Cabrillo turned and smoothed his hair back. "Just checking my hair."

Ho nodded. "You said you had a megaphone I could use?"

Cabrillo nodded and reached between the seats, removed the megaphone and handed it to Ho.

"It's battery operated," he said. "Just flick that switch."

Ho flicked it on. "Testing."

It worked. He stared into the van, where the rest of the band members were sprawled across the seats and atop the cases of equipment.

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"Where's Candace?" Ho asked. His head was starting to clear. That was dangerous.

"We are going to meet her around front," Cabrillo said as he climbed into the driver's seat. "Now I need to get my people to the hospital."

"Tell her she can stay if she wants," Ho said.

"I'll mention it," Cabrillo said as he twisted the key, then placed the van in gear and slowly began to steer through the crowd.

Ho wandered back into the tent. He was thinking clearer now. The megaphone was not that powerful, but if he could find a spot above the crowd they would probably be able to hear his warning. His office-- his office was on the top floor.

The helicopter pilot touched down and Truitt opened the rear door.

Then Truitt, Barrett, Reyes and Huxley struggled to slide the crate inside the cargo area. Once the Golden Buddha was safely stowed, they laid Spenser on the floor and helped Crabtree inside. Truitt slid the door closed, then slapped it twice to signal the pilot to lift off. Then they bent over and protected their faces from the rotor wash as the Eurocopter lifted back into the air.

Once the helicopter was safely away, Reyes stood up.