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lane. Jake whispered into his headset, and Mike Lee threw a small stick against his side of the wall dividing the derelict building from the Russian compound. As the guard at the gate turned his attention toward the sound, Tik darted silently into the main driveway; fifteen yards farther away from the Russians’ house then stopped and turned 180 degrees back toward the target. She was now forty yards from the guard – far enough for him to think she had entered through the development’s padlocked front gates.  
    Satisfied the noise from the rear of the property posed no threat, the man turned his gaze toward the gates. His body tightened as he suddenly saw Tik walking toward him, her gait faltering slightly as though she was drunk. His hand reflexively reached for the Smith & Wesson .38 shoved into the back of his trousers while he strained to focus on the small silhouette approaching him.
    As Tik passed her comrades still hidden in the side lane, light from the compound began to expose her diminutive size and gender, putting the guard more at ease. He didn’t recognize her face but assumed she’d been given a key to the padlock, and could have been any one of the gang’s many street peddlers. One thing he did know – this one was going to be in trouble with the boss. Sergey would not tolerate his street-workers drinking on the job – worse still, if she’d sampled her employer’s product. He took an authoritative stance as she neared the gate. “Who are you? What you want here?”
    Some quick intelligence-gathering by the Thai Special Branch after their initial reconnaissance had uncovered the name of a new addition to the Russian’s street peddlers. Jake had given the financially desperate young lady thirty-thousand Baht – about nine hundred US dollars – to forget her new job. It had been an easy decision for the simple farm girl to make. She already missed her family, and the money would easily pay their debts, buy seed for the next crop, and a couple of family feasts. She would return a heroine, without ever having done anything to dishonor her family. By the time the Russian guard was meeting her impostor stand-in, the girl was already on the long bus trip back to her parents’ farm in the northeast of Thailand.
    “My name Jeab. I sorry, I go party my friend house – cannot find taxi. Please not be angry me.” Tik played the part well.
    Young Thai street women are well known for their lack of punctuality and fondness for partying, so the Russian gang tacitly accepted their lack of discipline as a cost of doing business in Thailand – small price to pay for such high profit margins on their methamphetamines, or Yaabaa, as it’s known in Thai – literally translated as crazy medicine .
    “Grigori will be angry. You cannot sell when you’re drunk like this.” The guard spoke surprisingly clear English.
    “I sorry, jing jing.” Tik emphasized her contriteness. “Please not tell Mr. Sergey. I do anything you want – please mister…” Now her demeanor turned coy and playful as she maneuvered until her back faced the house. “I give you blowjob?”
    Caught off guard despite his several months in this sin city, the guard fumbled for words while Tik undid his pants. His excitement grew quickly as Tik’s face neared his crotch, but instead of feeling the new girl’s gratitude, his pants were suddenly and violently pulled down around his ankles so he couldn’t take a step. There was no clatter from his .38 hitting the ground – Jake had stealthily arrived to catch it mid-fall, then wrapped his powerful right arm around the guard’s neck like a bulging Anaconda. Jake handed the .38 off to Priest, who brushed past them to ensure the yard was clear beyond the gate. Jake squeezed consciousness from the hapless guard, then handed him to the Thai cops. The two looked at one another, seemingly a little surprised, before they dragged him around the corner from where they came.
    The Russians’