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others from first class, then led those privileged passengers out through the forward bulkhead. They filed down a short corridor to a pleasant, if antiseptic, waiting room.
Erika handed the forms to a balding Japanese man in a blue and gray uniform, then headed back to the plane.
”It was nice to meet you, Sinclair. Perhaps I’ll see you in Tokyo.”
“That would be a most welcome surprise.” He reached out and took her hand.
She folded him into a hug and whispered, “I put your form on top, so you should get through first.”
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He gave her a little extra squeeze to let her know he appreciated her effort, then reluctantly let her go. He found himself a seat in the waiting area and almost instantly regretted his choice. A wide-hipped matron with a fox-fur muffler sat down next to him and wedged her doggie-carryall between them. The Shar-pei/Lhasa apso mix in the cage looked like a mountain of shag carpet with eyes.
The woman crooned at the dog in low tones which could have been English, except for the -izzie, -uggams and -ookums suffixes.
“Mr. Sinclair MacNeal?” the immigration man called out.
Sin stood and crossed to the inspection station. He presented the ID card Coyote had gotten for him and saw the immigration official take special notice of it. “Konnichi-wa.”
The man looked unimpressed with Sin’s Japanese.
”How are you today?” he asked amid stamping various forms.
“Anmari”
“Just okay? Well, it is a long flight, isn’t it?”
“Hai.”
“Mr. MacNeal, you need not speak Japanese to me. I am fully conversant in yourtongue.” The older man’s gaze flickered toward a screen after he ran Sin’s ID through the reader. He frowned, punched a button, then ran it through again.
uDo-shitan-dayo? “
“Nothing is wrong, Mr. MacNeal. I thought I had something here, but it appears not” The man hit Sin’s immigration form with one final stamp. “Your luggage will be sent directly to the New Palace Hotel. Please enjoy your stay in Japan.”
“Domoarigato.”SintookhisIDbackfromtheimmigra-tion officer and passed through a little hallway and out a door to the main international concourse. He glanced at the overhead signs and started the long trek to the rail terminal to catch a train into Tokyo.
Coyote is good. Somehow he managed to get the Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
security alerton my identity reversed or canceled. He has influence here in Japan, which scores more points for him.
Sin shook his head. When he’d left Japan three years before he’d done so under his own steam, but only just barely. Infact, until the jet had gotten out of Stinger missile range of the island, he wasn’t willing to bet he was going to make it. Since that time, visitors had mentioned how he was considered persona non grata in the land of the Rising Sun.
Slipping into the thick line of people heading toward the train station, Sin concentrated on letting their voices and the cadence of their words bring him back to the time before he left. After his father had stolen Christina, Sin had left the United States to work in Japan. Hired on as a security consultant, which initially meant he was to escort visitors from the US and keep them out of trouble, he rose up through the ranks at Raibyoin Corp fairly swiftly. His no-nonsense attitude about trouble, as well as his ability to act tough or use a gun, meant a lot in Japan.
Out of the corner of his eye, Sin saw an improbably large Japanese man in a dark blazer move off a stool at a noodle stand. The man wore a pair of dark sunglasses and was clearly attempting to project an air of menace.
Sin found him almost laughable, but the man moved into the stream of traffic in an effort to cut him off.
I don’t like this at all.Sin feigned moving deeper away from the behemoth, then cutforthe noodle shop itself. The large man clawed his way
Erika handed the forms to a balding Japanese man in a blue and gray uniform, then headed back to the plane.
”It was nice to meet you, Sinclair. Perhaps I’ll see you in Tokyo.”
“That would be a most welcome surprise.” He reached out and took her hand.
She folded him into a hug and whispered, “I put your form on top, so you should get through first.”
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
He gave her a little extra squeeze to let her know he appreciated her effort, then reluctantly let her go. He found himself a seat in the waiting area and almost instantly regretted his choice. A wide-hipped matron with a fox-fur muffler sat down next to him and wedged her doggie-carryall between them. The Shar-pei/Lhasa apso mix in the cage looked like a mountain of shag carpet with eyes.
The woman crooned at the dog in low tones which could have been English, except for the -izzie, -uggams and -ookums suffixes.
“Mr. Sinclair MacNeal?” the immigration man called out.
Sin stood and crossed to the inspection station. He presented the ID card Coyote had gotten for him and saw the immigration official take special notice of it. “Konnichi-wa.”
The man looked unimpressed with Sin’s Japanese.
”How are you today?” he asked amid stamping various forms.
“Anmari”
“Just okay? Well, it is a long flight, isn’t it?”
“Hai.”
“Mr. MacNeal, you need not speak Japanese to me. I am fully conversant in yourtongue.” The older man’s gaze flickered toward a screen after he ran Sin’s ID through the reader. He frowned, punched a button, then ran it through again.
uDo-shitan-dayo? “
“Nothing is wrong, Mr. MacNeal. I thought I had something here, but it appears not” The man hit Sin’s immigration form with one final stamp. “Your luggage will be sent directly to the New Palace Hotel. Please enjoy your stay in Japan.”
“Domoarigato.”SintookhisIDbackfromtheimmigra-tion officer and passed through a little hallway and out a door to the main international concourse. He glanced at the overhead signs and started the long trek to the rail terminal to catch a train into Tokyo.
Coyote is good. Somehow he managed to get the Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
security alerton my identity reversed or canceled. He has influence here in Japan, which scores more points for him.
Sin shook his head. When he’d left Japan three years before he’d done so under his own steam, but only just barely. Infact, until the jet had gotten out of Stinger missile range of the island, he wasn’t willing to bet he was going to make it. Since that time, visitors had mentioned how he was considered persona non grata in the land of the Rising Sun.
Slipping into the thick line of people heading toward the train station, Sin concentrated on letting their voices and the cadence of their words bring him back to the time before he left. After his father had stolen Christina, Sin had left the United States to work in Japan. Hired on as a security consultant, which initially meant he was to escort visitors from the US and keep them out of trouble, he rose up through the ranks at Raibyoin Corp fairly swiftly. His no-nonsense attitude about trouble, as well as his ability to act tough or use a gun, meant a lot in Japan.
Out of the corner of his eye, Sin saw an improbably large Japanese man in a dark blazer move off a stool at a noodle stand. The man wore a pair of dark sunglasses and was clearly attempting to project an air of menace.
Sin found him almost laughable, but the man moved into the stream of traffic in an effort to cut him off.
I don’t like this at all.Sin feigned moving deeper away from the behemoth, then cutforthe noodle shop itself. The large man clawed his way
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