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tatives, who were bound for the economic summit in Seoul.
"Let them play about for a bit," the Briton advised.
"Then we'll see what they're up to." He was lean and fox
faced, with green eyes and light brown hair. Once, he'd
been with the SAS, and was a tough commando according
to those he'd worked with. Lately, though, he headed up a




team of warriors called Phoenix Force, working out of a
covert counterterrorist hardsite hidden away in the Blue
Ridge Mountains of Virginia.
"Something?" his companion asked.
McCarter flicked a glance over to Hisoka Ishii. "We're
being followed."
The Japanese National Police officer smiled briefly. He
was in his fifties, hair beginning to silver, but his body was
still lean and hard.
"You," Ishii said, "watch too many movies. You Amer-
icans, you always look for the adventure."
McCarter took a moment to light a Player's cigarette,
crank down the window and expel a cloud of smoke
through the crack. "I'm not American, bloke. Want to
watch me break out in goose bumps when I sing 'God Save
the Queen' ?"
"You work for them."
Nodding, McCarter said, "Quite right. But it hasn't af-
fected my sensibilities, nor triggered any new juvenile fan-
tasies."
"Who is supposed to be following us?"
"Gray Toyota van about four cars back."
"Not a good following distance," Ishii replied. "The
driver could easily lose us."
"True. Let's find out, shall we?" McCarter tagged the
headset's transmit button. "Calvin?" "Go," James responded.
"Be a good lad and dissuade the van from following
US."
"Direct or indirect?" Calvin James was lanky and black,
and from the heart of Chicago. He eventually saw service
with a U.S. Navy SEAL unit, then, after a stint in the police
department, was invited to join the ranks of Phoenix Force.

"Indirect," McCarter said. "Who knows? Maybe the
chap can take a hint."
"I'm on it," James said.
McCarter flicked his eyes to the rearview mirror and
watched as James muscled his sedan farther up the line of
cars, neatly cutting off the van at the next intersection and
slowing deliberately to catch the red light. "Gary, do you