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munism and Russia. If he could, he would kill every communist in the
world, and every Jew. He tried.
He tried? I never heard of him. I do not understand. Why did he
write this stupid book?
He did not.
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The man grabbed the book and rushed to the door. He flung it open
and threw more gibberish over his shoulder as he hurried to the stairs.
All she could get out of it were the strange names Joy and John.
Chapter 22
July 14, 1907
John
ohn parked the Mercedes near the hitching post at the San Fran-
cisco Post Office, with a clear view of the entrance. He had his
J
H&K on his lap, and Joy was sitting beside him with her Magnum
out. Jy-ying, or rather who he thought of now as Joy 2, was in the back,
presumably with her own weapon ready. They varied the time that they
parked at or near the post office according to a random formula Joy had
worked out and passed on to the Simpson & Small Detective Agency
working for them.
At precisely 3:00 p.m., a common looking working man in drab
corduroy cap and farmer s baggy dungarees came out and looked
around. Seeing John s Mercedes this was the day for the Mercedes
he strolled over, quickly dumped on John s lap a pile of letters and a
package from their post office box, and then unhitched and mounted a
bay nearby.
Besides picking up what was in their box for them, John paid the
detective agency what was a small fortune in this age to keep a three-
man surveillance schedule on the P.O. box. If anybody loitered near the
box or acted suspicious, they were to tail them when they left and find
out who they were and where they were staying. John was the front
man to the detective agency, but it was Jy-ying who drew on her Sabah
Security Guard knowledge to make sure through John that the detective
agency did this surveillance properly.
To make sure the agency knew the seriousness of this, John ex-
plained that he and the two women were secret agents, working for
whom he could not say, and they were trying to break up a dangerous
spy ring. They could not work through the government s security appa-
ratus because the ring seemed to have a traitor high up in it. John
warned the agency, which upped their bill considerably as a result, that
its agents should be well armed, but able to defend themselves armed
or not. He also had them sign a secrecy pledge like that he d had Stim-
son sign.
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John gave the package to Joy who, with one glance at the return ad-
dress, yelled so that Jy-ying could also hear, It s from the publisher.
This must be it. What the hell took them so long getting it to us?
The telegram to the P.O. box I received in June said it was out then.
Typical way publishers treat authors, I bet, John complained.
Before driving off, he wanted to see the book himself, but Jy-ying,
always the most security conscious, insisted that he get away from the
post office. Immediately, John. Like now.
Muttering that he could no longer tell Joy and Jy-ying apart, he hol-
stered his gun, then drove into the chaos of horse riders, horse-drawn
wagons, automobiles, and bicycle traffic on Market Street. To make it
worse, John kept glancing at Joy as she sucked in her stomach, lifted
her tactical knife out of its sheath under the waist of her skirt, and cut
the heavy twine around the package. She also cut the wrapping paper
away, revealing three slim books. She whooped and Jy-ying leaned
over the front seat to see.
Joy shouted into the Mercedes and traffic noise, Communist
Victory and Defeat 1936 1991, by Adolf Hitler. The cover done
in the garish, poster style and limited publishing colors of the age
showed the hammer and sickle overlaying an illustration of an exe-
cution: a prisoner was being shot in the back of the head while other
prisoners stood in line, some praying, some making the sign of the
cross, some on their knees obviously begging for their lives. She
held one of the books up for Jy-ying to see the cover. You did a
nice job of creating that cover from our video of twentieth century
wars and democides.
Thanks to your fantastic Photoshop program, Jy-ying responded.
Joy picked up the other two books, and warned John when he had
to brake hard to avoid a bicycle, John! Watch the road. You don t
want to make that time traveler s job easier, do you?
Jy-ying yelled at him, Pull over, sweetheart, and I will drive so
you can look at the books.
Yeah, Joy shouted at him. Turning to Jy-ying, she hollered with a
grin, One-track mind.
John ignored them, but did concentrate on the traffic.
Joy looked back at the books and yelled, One is in Russian, the
other in German. I can read much of them now, she added with a
touch of pride in her voice. She passed them both to the back. Jy-ying
gently shoved Prince Wei off her lap to take the books, and began to
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leaf through them, looking from the English pages to the German and
then the Russian, as though she were comparing the translations. I m a
genius to have thought this up, she crowed.
I thought of it, Joy blared. You only refined it.
Keeping his eyes on the traffic, the exchange between the two
women again refocused his mind on what really had never left it since
they d told him. Again he thought, I m living in a dream world. None
of this is real, and I m going to wake up soon.
Multiple moving images then flooded his mind and his driving be-
came mechanical, eyes to hands to feet without mental intervention. He
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