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Mialing By Arecee Mark Conrad walked into Bellagio casino to spend a little time gambling to relax on the first vacation he'd had in three years. He'd decided on the move to Las Vegas to play, knowing that what happens here stays here. Mark loved playing blackjack and considered himself a good player. Mark was single and knew that if he were to marry, divorce would be just around the corner because Mark is an undercover FBI agent. He'd been working in Atlantic City trying to form a connection between gambling and the underworld of crime. Part of his cover was playing a gambler that lost big and had to become part of the syndicate to pay off his debt. His gig was to lose whenever he played at blackjack. Because of this he learned how to count cards and since he was on his own time he figured he would put counting to good use, just a little, so he would remain even while in Vegas. Mark was an average looking man around five-eleven tall and of average build. In his profession, looking average had its advantages. You would tend to blend in to the surroundings making it easier to find what you were looking for. Mark sauntered to the first one hundred dollar table he could find and sat at the end of the deal, the counting end. Mark removed ten one hundred dollar bills from his wallet and placed them on the table for the dealer to exchange for chips. Mark looked at the dealer and read her nametag. It read 'Mialing' and then the place of origin, 'Hong Kong'. Mialing was a beautiful Chinese girl standing five foot six with long black hair falling to her waist. She had a trim figure, as is usually the case with girls of Chinese extraction. Her most exquisite feature though was her eyes. Mialing's eyes were rounder than most Chinese women that suggested some sort of mixed heritage in the past. Mark was drawn to her eyes falling into their depths like a lovesick puppy. Mialing returned Mark's chips with light dancing off her red sculpted nails. Mark placed a chip in front of him and began to play. Mark was dealt eighteen and the dealer hit twenty, one chip gone. Mark placed another chip in front of him, was dealt a nine and a jack, dealer was dealt fifteen and drew an eight so Mark got his chip back to make him even. Mark watched as Mialing dealt the cards, hand after hand for an hour until he realized that he had lost his first thousand dollars and that he had watched her eyes so intently that he forgot to count the cards. 'I have to concentrate,' he thought, as he laid another thousand on the table. Mialing on the other hand was doing what she did best, distracting male customers with her beauty, that's why she dealt the hundred-dollar table. Mark started counting and was finally able to regain his losses and then win some. Mark knew the score in these casinos, win too much and they kicked you out so he let himself drift back into the depths of Mialing's eyes. This winning and then seduction continued for two more hours until it was almost time for Mialing to take her break. It was fifteen minutes before her break was to begin that Mark realized that he had seen eyes like this before. "Tommy," Mark said in a questioning way but more as a statement. Mialing looked up and Mark saw a slight look of recognition and then a twitch of her fingers. Mialing continued dealing and then in the last hand before her break looked at Mark and said, "Tommy died seven years ago." Then she left her station. Mialing walked directly through the gaming area and out the door marked, 'employees only'. When Mark had heard her reply it startled him. 'She knows who Tommy is, I have to talk to her again,' he thought. Following her would have been impossible because Mark would have had to circle the gaming tables and the distance was too great to catch her, he would have to wait for her to return. His eyes watched as she walked, his gaze transfixed on her perfect figure, hair flowing down to her trim waist, her hips curving seductively out to her perfectly shaped legs. Mialing was wearing standard dealer apparel, white long sleeve blouse, black knee length skirt, panty hose and black shoes with one-inch heels, but even in boring clothes like these she caused a commotion among the young men playing cards. Most couldn't afford playing large hands so they had to observe Mialing from a distance. When she walked, Mialing carried herself in such a way that she let men know that she was unapproachable, she would only excite them in their dreams. Mialing entered the employee lounge after retrieving her meal from her locker. She had access to free food as an employee but preferred to eat the healthy food she made for herself at home. She opened the top of the plastic container and poked her fork into a piece of grilled chicken and raised it to her mouth. Mialing would usually socialize with some of the other female dealers when she ate, but this evening she sat alone deep in thought. 'Tommy,' she thought, 'now there's a name I haven't heard for years.' She stared dreamily at her food. *** "Hurry, down this alley," shouted Preston Teng, as the two boys raced down the street and turned into the alley in downtown Hong Kong. The boys turned their heads as they heard the sound of the police flute being blown as the officers chased them. The boys dodged among trash cans and old men that were sitting next to the doorways as they ran to escape the pursuing police. "We can't keep this up much longer or they will catch us," yelled Wing Hop Wong as they turned another corner. "Quick, hide under that trash pile under the stairs, I'll lead them away," yelled Preston, back to Wing. Wing dove into the pile of thrash, thinking, 'How could I be so stupid to do this? Now I have to dive into this disgusting smelly garbage, just because I wanted a thrill, dumb, really dumb.' Wing watched as the police ran by, knowing they didn't see him in their haste to catch Preston. Wing stayed covered with the smelly gunk for several minutes until he felt safe to leave his hiding place. Wing walked out of the dark shadows of the alley into the bright sunshine on the wide street lined with shops selling everything from apparel to zebra skins. This was the Hong Kong before the Chinese government took over, the capitalist center of Asia. Wing slowly walked home hoping that some of the smell from the garbage would dissipate into the air. He also wondered if Preston had been able to escape. Preston and Wing had been friends their whole life, living in apartments across the hall from each other. Preston was fifteen and Wing was fourteen years old. Wing's father was a jeweler and sold mostly gold since he didn't have the capital to enter the diamond market and was able to support his family in a way that they didn't want for much but also couldn't be too extravagant. Wing also had a younger sister who was ten years old. Both he and his sister went to a British run private school because the father wanted his children to be able to speak English when they had to leave Hong Kong when it was turned over to the communists. Preston's father sold clothing as a wholesaler and did about as well as Wing's father. Preston's father had decided that they wouldn't leave Hong Kong after the take over so Preston went to a different school than Wing. Preston had a wild streak in him and tended to do things before he thought of the consequences, hence the police chase. Preston had grabbed an apple from a vendor in the square and ran. The man called to the police and the chase began with the result being that Wing smelled like death. When Wing arrived back home Preston was waiting. "Wow that was so much fun," stated Preston. "Maybe for you," said Wing as he brushed some trash from his school uniform. "The chase was the best, I was so excited when I lost the police, I love doing that, my heart beats with excitement for hours afterward," said Preston. "It just scared me, I'm going to take a shower and then we can practice our martial arts, no more of that stuff for me for a while," Wing said as he entered his home. Wing and Preston had been taking and practicing martial arts since Wing was six years old. Both boys were very good at hand to hand fighting and practiced for several hours each day, which begged the question on where they found the time to steal apples. Preston was a slacker and now was drawing Wing into the thrill of crime. Wing's first experience was just as an observer but felt the rush of adrenalin as he escaped the police, a rush that would soon become addictive. Wing and Preston finished working out and then Wing had just started his school homework at the kitchen table when his father came home from work. "Ah, young Wing, how is my son today?" "Fine father, why do you ask?" "Because you smell like a garbage dump, did you have an accident today?" 'Good grief, I took a shower how can he still smell the trash?' Wing sniffed. "I fell on the way home from school and took a shower when I got home, I'm surprised you can still smell the trash." "Evil smells can linger for a long time, be careful next time," his father said. "Yes father." The next day found Preston and Wing up to no good again. This time Preston brought Wing to a large department store and talked him into stealing for the very first time. "Watch how I do it," said Preston as he took a video game and stuffed it in his pants. Wing watched and copied his friend's moves and placed a yoyo in his pocket. The boys left the store without any notice from the guard. Wing's heart was racing as they walked away from the store. Wing's adrenaline was flowing until they were blocks away. Wing was shaking as he said, "I was so afraid we would be caught." "I knew we wouldn't, it's easy. It was fun wasn't it?" "Yes, but I don't feel right taking other people's things." "I felt that way at first but it's so much fun that now it doesn't bother me, I just enjoy the rush." "I don't know if we should do this anymore," said Wing. "Just a few more times and if you don't like it we'll stop," said Preston knowing that Wing wouldn't stop after he got over feeling guilty. The stealing continued and one day they stole from the wrong person. Preston and Wing were in a shop that had a large variety of goods. Things of every description were crammed into every corner of the shop. What Preston and Wing didn't know was that this was a fencing operation run by one of the many criminal gangs in Hong Kong. The boys were very good at manipulating goods onto their person but this store was run by criminals and they were much better than them. As they stepped outside and began to walk down the street they felt a hand on their shoulder. "Where do you thieves think you're going?" asked one of the men that had followed them from the store. "What are you talking about?" asked Preston. "Were talking about the things in your pockets," responded the man who wasn't your typical shopkeeper. He was stocky and had a shaved head. He also had gang tattoos on his arms, something that didn't go unnoticed by Preston. "We're sorry, it won't happen again," said Preston in his most humble voice. "We didn't mean anything, please let us go," begged Wing. "Let you go, hah, not a chance, you've stolen from us now you owe us something in return, come with us," said the other man. He was very thin and had red eyes, probably from smoking too much opium. The men pulled the boys back into the shop and closed the door. They turned the open sign on the door to closed and pushed the boys into a back room. The thin man looked at Wing and without warning hit him in the stomach. Wing doubled over in pain as his air left his lungs leaving him gasping for breath. The stocky one did the same to Preston with the same results. The boys were placed on a bench and the thin man started to talk. "Do you boys know who we are?" "No sir." "This store belongs to the Fong Chow Family Association. By stealing from us you have created a debt and you must work your debt off until you are free of that debt. If you refuse we will kill you, is that understood?" "Yes sir," the boys responded, voices shaking. "Good, tomorrow you will come to this store and we will have something for you to do. Don't tell anyone of this meeting or you will disappear." "I have school," said Wing in his most sorry voice. "Go to school and then come here, is that understood?" "Yes sir." "What are your names? Tell us the truth because we will find out if you are lying." "I'm Preston Teng." "I'm Wing Hop Wong," answered Wing. "See you tomorrow boys," said the thin man in the most menacing way. Preston and Wing left the shop with their stomachs hurting from the encounter. "What have we done?" asked Wing. "We robbed the wrong place, maybe after tomorrow they will let us go." "I hope so." The next day the boys showed up as instructed. "I see you boys came back, pity, I would liked to have shot you but the boss has another use for you," said the thin man, "We want you to take these packages to these addresses and leave them. The person there will give you a package to bring back here and that's all you have to do. Tomorrow you will do the same thing and for the next month you will do it everyday. When you are done with the month's work we might let you go. Here, now hurry." The boys took the packages and ran to the address they were given. They then returned with a corresponding package and were sent home. Wing and Preston were always sent to different addresses from each other so they were never together when they made the delivery. Wing had pretty much figured out that he was running heroin and bringing back cash in return and knew better than to look in the packages and figured that once this was over he would be free. He made a pact with himself never to steal again. Preston on the other hand wasn't as wise and decided to look in the packages. When he saw the cash he decided that if he were to take just a little bit it wouldn't be missed. "Here's my package Willie," said Preston as he returned from his run. All the men in the organization had nicknames and the thin man was called Willie. Wing returned from his run and handed over his package. The boys left the shop and were walking down the street when they heard Willie yell at them. "Stop you two," he yelled. "Run," said Preston to Wing. "Why?" "Never mind why, just run." The boys ran down the street and turned into the first alley they came to. Preston figured they had a better chance to outrun Willie in the alley. The boys ran for several blocks but hadn't gained any distance on their pursuers. Preston was several steps ahead and to the left of Wing when Wing heard the shot ring out and saw Preston crumble in front of him. Wing tripped over Preston and fell into a trashcan. When he looked up Willie put the gun in his face and said, "Get up and follow me, now hurry." Wing followed Willie into a doorway that led into a seedy hotel. Where was Willie taking him, he wondered? His best friend had just been shot and could be dead for all he knew but Wing knew better than to run or he would also be killed. As they progressed down the hallway Wing saw several girls running to and from the rooms, mostly clad in bras and panties. He quickly realized that this was a whorehouse. Willie finally reached an office door and entered with Wing in tow. Seated at a desk was a well-dressed man in his forties. He was well groomed, wearing a tailored suit and his hair was obviously done at a salon. His name was Winston Chang and he was one of the bosses of the association. "Boss, this is Wing, he is one of the boys that makes our deliveries for us. The other is dead. I just shot him because he was stealing from us, what do you want me to do with this one?" "Was he stealing from us?" "No." "Well Wing at least you were smart enough not to do that. You and your friend would have been done working for us next week but because of his stupidity he is dead and now you will have to become one of us. You witnessed something that could make trouble for us, so now you have a choice to make, become one of us or die, which will it be?" "I'll become one of you," Wing answered in a shaking voice. "That's a very smart move young Wing. Our identity is very important to us and we don't like anyone to know who we are. We don't ever like to use a person's real name in our organization so and we need to give you another name, I think I'll call you Tommy. SO from now on you are Tommy Wong. You will continue school because a smart criminal is much more useful than a dumb one and your responsibilities here will increase. You will never question what we ask of you and in turn you will be compensated for your labors. As we see fit you will have access to the girls in the hotel and be given cash as needed, welcome to our organization Tommy." Wing was escorted out of the hotel by Willie and set free. Wing wasn't free so to speak, for Wing would never really be free again. *** Mialing finished her break and wandered back to the tables for her last shift. She walked with such elegance that she couldn't help but attract attention. As usual the guy's heads turned as she past. Mialing was used to this behavior from the men so it no longer bothered her, it was just part of the job as far as she was concerned. She found her table and waited for customers to deal. Mark had seen her return and finished his hand at the table where he was playing. An attractive girl had wandered over to his table to play. She was attracted to Mark and had hoped to have some kind of interaction. "How's your luck?" she asked. "I guess okay, I'm ahead five hundred, how about you?" "I'm down about two, my name's Melody, and yours?" "Mark, do you play blackjack a lot?" "I play all the games, but mostly roulette, because it's easy." "Yeah I guess but it's all luck, at least with this game you can try to influence your luck." "I wouldn't know how to do that," she answered, "Would you show me?" "It takes a little time to learn." "I have plenty of time," she answered with a 'if you teach me you're going to get lucky tonight smile'. That was when Mialing walked to her table and Mark knew he had to talk to her again. "I'm sorry but I have to talk to that dealer, maybe tomorrow night," Mark said with sadness, knowing he was passing up a sure piece of ass. Tonight the brain in his head had won out over the other one, which in his case was rare. Mark got up and walked to Mialing's table and placed his chips on the table. He moved one into the betting area. "Back to try your luck again?" she asked with her melodious voice. Mialing's voice was as pretty as she was, like honey in the wind. "Yes, I decided you were good luck for me and thought I would try again." Mark was the only player and he lost his first hand. Other players seated themselves at the table and made it easier for Mark to count the cards. The only thing that made it difficult was Mialing's beauty. Mark watched the girl as the evening continued. Not only were her eyes beautiful beyond belief, her skin had an incredibly soft glow to it. She had soft full lips accented by the red lipstick and gloss she wore and her nose was straight, probably from the European influence in her heritage. Her hair shown with the light that came down from the ceiling and when she turned it flowed from side to side in a soft flowing mass. Mark was becoming mesmerized by this girl and knew he had to ask her out. It was around three-thirty in the morning and Mialing's shift ended at four. Mark knew he had to make his move. During this whole time Mialing had been watching Mark too, and wondered how he could have known Tommy. He didn't look threatening in fact he looked kind of plain, not like the usual high rollers she got at her table. He was wearing a polo shirt and Docker pants, a regular wristwatch, and not the Rolex's she was used to seeing. Their conversation during the night had been the regular dealer, player sort of interaction, a little flirty but nothing serious. The table had gone quiet with just one other player left, an older gentleman who was drunk from all the free drinks he'd had playing this table. Mark knew that if he were to count, booze and cards didn't mix so he kept to the soft drinks and that was something that wasn't lost on Mialing. One thing she hated was a drunk, and a man that knew he didn't have to drink to have fun wasn't lost on her. "Mialing, when your shift is over would you have breakfast with me?" asked Mark. "I don't usually do anything with clients of the casino and I would normally say no but you have me intrigued as to how you knew Tommy. Okay I'll go with you, my shift ends in a half of an hour, I'll meet you by the front entrance." "That's great, I'll meet you there. I have to cash in my chips first, I'll be waiting." Mialing ended her shift and joined Mark. They walked to another casino and ordered breakfast. Mark couldn't believe his luck to be here with this girl because she was so beautiful. "Have you lived in Vegas for very long Mialing?" "For around four years, I used to live in Reno before coming here. I went to dealer's school there and then worked at Harrah's for two years. I came here because everyone said the tips were better and they were right, I've done much better here. What do you do, Mark?" "I work here and there, you know pick up work as I need it, it just depends on my luck." "I was watching you, you're a very good card player, I know you were counting but since you didn't try to make too much money I let you keep playing and besides I have to know how you knew Tommy?" "Yes, Tommy, if I tell you that then you will know what I really do for a living. How did you know Tommy?" asked Mark. "I met him years ago in Hong Kong and we became very close. There wasn't anything that I didn't know about him. Please tell me how you knew him, if you don't I'm going to leave." Mark knew that wasn't an idle threat and he didn't want to lose this girl, she had made a lasting impression on him and losing her was the last thing he wanted. "Okay, you win, I'm an agent for the FBI and I met him, well actually I saw him for the first time almost nine years ago when he turned state's witness against the Tongs and family associations in Vancouver and San Francisco." "You never met him?" "No, I just watched him through the one way mirror during interrogation. I was a junior officer at the time and was observing how to interrogate prisoners. I was struck by how handsome he was and trust me, I'm not gay, but it was startling how good looking he was. The thing that I noticed most though were his eyes, I'd never seen eyes like that before, and when I saw you, it was as though I was looking in his eyes all over again." "I've been told that before. When I was in Hong Kong people would say the same thing, maybe we were related in the past," giggled Mialing. Her laugh cut right through Mark, God how can she be so sexy without even trying Mark wondered? Their breakfast arrived and Mark watched as Mialing ate. "What are you looking at?" Mialing asked. "You. You have the prettiest eyes I've ever seen." answered Mark. Mialing had heard this line a hundred times a month and it just bounced off her but now she was feeling warm, she was becoming flushed, she was blushing like a fourteen year old girl. Mark noticed the effect he was having on her and liked that he was. "Thank you," Mialing said softly, blushing all the more. 'God what's wrong with me?' she wondered, 'guys never effect me like this.' Mialing had grown accustomed to men hitting on her, movie stars, high rollers and low rollers, it was all in a day's work. She never dated any of them. Mialing tended to stay at home and keep to herself. She would go out with some of the girls from work and dance or see a show but never with a man alone, for some reason it wasn't her thing. There were times she wondered if she was a lesbian because she preferred the company of women over men but they didn't excite her sexually so maybe it wasn't that, and then she would wonder if she was asexual because men didn't excite her either. Now however Mark was making her feel different, she was beginning to feel excitement toward another person and she was becoming afraid. "Are you alright?" asked Mark. "Yes, I'm fine, let's eat." Mialing's stomach was doing flip-flops and she could barely swallow her food. She gave up eating her breakfast and pushed her plate away. Mialing had to get her mind off what she was thinking, that she liked Mark much more than she wanted too admit. "Tell me what you remember about Tommy?" she asked. "I remember him being interrogated for days on end. The things he told us were things I thought only happened in books. The things he did were scary, the killing and drugs and the ties to Hong Kong were amazing." "Can you tell me what you remember him telling you?" "No I can't, that's classified information." "What happened to him next?" "We put him in the witness protection program to give him a new identity. He was in the program for almost three months back in Colorado when someone made an attempt on his life. Apparently someone from the criminal organization had infiltrated the FBI and knew every move he and the bureau were making. The day it happened we found some bullet holes in the wall of his room and that he'd gone missing. To this day no one knows where he went or if he is still alive." "Did they catch the assassin?" "Yes, he had been with the FBI for three years and was shot while trying to escape. We found evidence on him that proved he was the one that tried to kill Tommy." "I'm glad you got him." "Has Tommy ever contacted you since the attempt on his life?" "The day after and he told me what had happened. He told me that he would have to disappear and that he could trust no one as to where he might be, not even me," she replied. "What did he tell you about the affair?" "It will take much too much time to tell the story, I'm sorry, maybe some other time. I really should be going." "May I see you again?" "If you would like." "May I take you to dinner?" "When?" she asked. "I'm in Vegas for two weeks so anytime you would like." "I have Wednesday and Thursday off so either would be fine with me." "Wednesday, around Eight?" he asked. "That works for me, I live at 24587 East Las Vegas Blvd. My name is on the mailbox, Mialing Lee, ring and I'll buzz you in." "I'll see you Wednesday Mialing Lee, wear something nice. The best restaurant in Vegas isn't good enough for the most beautiful woman I've ever met." Mialing felt it again she was becoming excited by this man and what was worse, she liked the feelings she was having. Back at home Mailing couldn't sleep. 'Why was this man having such an impression on me?' she wondered. 'I've always been able to keep my feelings guarded, don't get too close to a person, keep my distance, don't get involved, but now this man, he excites me and I can't wait until I see him again, I can't get too close to him. I'll go to dinner with him and tell him I can't see him anymore, I don't want to be hurt anymore.' *** Hurt, the feelings Wing must have had when his best friend was killed. Hurt, when he had to hide the fact that he had seen his friend gunned down in front of him. Hurt, when he could do nothing about it. Hurt, when he attended the funeral for Preston and pretended he knew nothing about the killing. And the biggest hurt of all, becoming one of the gang that had killed his friend. After that day Wing did his duty with the gang, becoming more like them. At first his duties were simple, deliver this drug to some address and bring back the money, dump this gun in the harbor and make sure nobody sees it but as the months went by his chores became more intense. The gradual nature of the escalation of his duties helped to build a wall between him and his knowledge of right and wrong, so when he went on his first beating it no longer bothered him. Willie had decided it was time to step up Wing's involvement in the association's activities and brought him to make a collection on a bad debt. Willie approached the man who owed the debt and asked for the money. "I don't have it, I will this afternoon," responded the man. "This afternoon will be too late," said Willie. "Please, just a few more hours?" asked the man, as the fear showed in his eyes. "No, we want our money now." "But I don't have it, please?" the man pleaded. Willie hit the man in the stomach, which doubled him over and then struck him in the back of the neck making him fall to the ground. Willie looked at Wing and said, "Kick him Tommy." "But he's already down," responded Wing. "Teach him a lesson Tommy and do as you are told," said Willie, angrily. Wing walked to the man and kicked him several times as he lay prone on the ground. Blood was running from the man's nose and he was groaning in pain. "Let this be a lesson to you, and if we don't have our money by tomorrow we will kill you," stated Willie as he and Tommy walked away. Wing felt remorse for what he had done but as Tommy, he felt elated. He felt a strange kind of power he'd never felt before, it was a rush being able to control a person and not having to worry about consequences, Tommy's personality was winning over Wing's. Months became a year and Tommy became more casual about his role in the Tong. His final day of reckoning had arrived. "Tommy, this man has been stealing from us and we want you to take care of it," said Willie as he held a picture of a man for Tommy to see. "What do you want me to do?" "Kill him," stated Willie as he handed Tommy a gun. "I, I, I don't know if I can," said Tommy as the realization of what he was being asked to do hit him. "You have no choice, we are as one. You are an arm on the body and you do as the brain asks you to do. If an arm is damaged you cut it off and discard it, do you understand?" "Yes, I'll do as I'm told." Tommy took the gun and left the hotel. He walked until he spotted the man in an alley nearby. Tommy quietly walked up behind the man and shot him in the back of the head. When the sound hit his ears time seemed to move as if in slow motion. Tommy watched as the man slowly crumbled to the street and watched as the last twitches of life left the man's body and then watched as the man's urine flowed from his pants onto the street. Blood trickled from his skull and bits of brain oozed from the hole in the front of his head. Tommy bolted from the alley and ran until he could run no more. He leaned over and vomited his guts out, he had killed another human being, he would never be the same again, the Tong owned him now and he could never back out of this kind of life. When he returned to the Tong he was rewarded for killing the man by being given one of the girls in the hotel for the night. He'd never been with a girl before and it didn't take long for her to seduce him. She knew all the right buttons to push with him and kept him aroused for most of the night. "Oh Tommy, you so big," the girl would say, and Tommy would cum. "Oh Tommy, you so strong, you the best I ever have," and Tommy would cum again. "Tommy, one more time, please, I need you, yes, yes, that's it, harder, push harder baby," the whore would say and Tommy came for the last time that night. Tommy was on a high from the killing and then this, the sexual act, the proof that he was a man, Tommy felt like a king. There would be other nights and with different girls in the brothel. They would look at his eyes and even as jaded as they were about sex they wanted him. Tommy learned about sex from the girls, and what a woman wanted from the sex act, and he learned the art of seduction, and the many of the other things he would use in Vancouver. *** It was during this time that Wing's father became increasingly worried about the imminent take over of Hong Kong that he decided to move his family to Vancouver, British Columbia. His business would be easy to move and there was already a large Chinese populace that lived there. So the arrangements were made and the move took place. It was also good idea that Tommy left Hong Kong because of the killing and he would be a welcome addition to the Tong in Vancouver. Being trained in Hong Kong made Tommy a valuable addition to the Vancouver organization and one that could report back to his bosses in Hong Kong about anything that might be amiss. If anything bad was found they knew they could count on Tommy to take care of the situation. He entered high school and graduated a year later. During this time he had little to do with the Tong other than run errands and intimidate a few people. The main thing Tommy did for the Tong though was to seduce girls and turn them into prostitutes. He would date a girl and tell her how much he loved her and then when she would give it up he would make his move. "God baby, that was so good," he would say as he finished the love act. "Let's do it again and I know a way to make it feel better." All the while he was talking to the girl, he was caressing her breasts and rubbing her pussy keeping her at a sexual high. He would place her hand on his erection making sure she would think of nothing but sex and the intense feelings she was having. "Yes baby, anything, anything for you," the girl would respond. "Try this baby, it feels so good, trust me, there is nothing like it," he would say as he continued his seduction. This was when Tommy made his move and injected them with heroin. The girls would grow sick and throw up but when they recovered Tommy would complete his seduction by bringing them to orgasm as he screwed them royally. This would be the first and last time he would have sex with them because he didn't like junkies. Tommy was able to recruit as many as ten girls before he moved to San Francisco. He also wanted to continue school in San Francisco and asked his father for permission to attend San Francisco State University. The Tong also thought it would be good for Tommy to attend school there. It would be a perfect diversion from his criminal activities in Vancouver. He could become an undercover thug for the family and an unsuspecting person to watch over the gang activities. So he entered school the following September and was enjoying his new freedom from home. His activities with the Tong were limited and he felt that he was leaving his criminal past behind. Because of the trust the gang had, he kept a significant amount of cash hidden in his studio apartment. He had cut out an access panel in the closet and kept the cash hidden there. Having the cash handy made it easy for him to make the deals he was asked to do occasionally. Several months after moving to San Francisco, Winston Chang called him from Hong Kong. "Hello Tommy, how are you enjoying school?" asked Winston. "I like it a lot." "Good, good, I have a job for you to do for me, Tommy. There is a man in Chinatown that is trying to take over our businesses and I want you to take care of it for us. Go to the Tong in Waverly Place and you will get a gun from Jensen Louie. Take it to the address he gives you and take care of the problem for us." "I don't think I can do that anymore. I don't mind getting girls, but not killing, I can't do it." "You did it once before and you must do it again, you must Tommy, you must do it this week." "I won't do it." "You will do it or your family will be punished." "Please let me think about it," he answered, with trepidation. Wing's sister Ginny was walking home from school with two of her friends when a van stopped next to them. Two men jumped out and grabbed Ginny and pulled her into the van and roared away. She was released, unhurt two hours later after the kidnapping and she was told that Tommy had better do as asked or there would be worse things done to her. Ginny's father had no idea what or who the men were talking about so he called Wing and asked, "Wing, your sister was been kidnapped by a gang and they said something about someone named Tommy, do you know what they are talking about?" "Did you say Tommy?" asked Wing. "Yes, who is he?" asked his father. "Someone I met a long time ago, I'll take care of this, don't worry," said Wing. Tommy called Winston in Hong Kong. "I'll do as you ask," said Tommy, "But please leave my family alone." "Good decision Tommy and consider what happened to your sister a warning as to what will happen next time you don't do as you're asked." "Yes Winston." Winston called Jensen Louie and he laid out the plan. "Jensen, I explained to Tommy what would happen if he crossed us again, but I don't like our members to disagree with me when asked to do a task. When Tommy finishes shooting Anthony Wong, kill him. It will look like retribution for Anthony's death." "I have just the man, boss," answered Jensen. "Good, now get it done," ordered Winston. Winston called Johnny Chong into his office. "Johnny, I have something for you to do. I want you to follow Tommy. When he kills Anthony and when he leaves the restaurant follow him and kill him. He's become a liability to the family," said Jensen. "Okay boss, I'll take care of it," Johnny answered. Tommy went to the Tong and got the gun. Then he found the victim eating in a restaurant, walked in and shot him point blank in the face. He then turned and shot his bodyguards before running out of the restaurant. As he was running he heard footsteps behind him but couldn't look to see who it was. He ran up Washington Street and jumped on the front of a passing cable car and escaped. When he boarded the car he looked and saw a familiar looking figure board at the back of the car and recognized him to be Johnny Chong. Tommy knew Johnny was the person that did most of the hits for the Tong and wondered why he was following him and then he put two and two together. They also wanted to eliminate him. Fear gripped his belly as the wheels of the cable car clacked up the Hyde Street line. Tommy flashed his fast pass card at the conductor so he could ride the car without paying cash. The conductor worked his way back to Johnny and when Johnny reached in his pocket for his fare Tommy jumped from the moving car and ran up Green Street. When Johnny looked up he saw that Tommy had gone. He immediately jumped off the car and ran back down Hyde to Green Street and saw Tommy running up the hill. Tommy had a hundred yard jump on Johnny and Tommy was a faster runner so Johnny pulled his pistol and fired a round at Tommy. A shot at a moving target a hundred yards away with a pistol isn't going to get the job done unless you are the luckiest shooter in the world. Tommy heard the bullet whiz by his ear and saw it graze off the concrete. He had done as asked and now they wanted to kill him. Tommy was angered by what had been done to his sister and now they were trying to kill him, he would get even with the Tong someway. Tommy continued to run and finally lost Johnny in the maze of stairs that the hilly streets of San Francisco turn into. Tommy still had the gun and decided that he would kill members of the Tong as retribution for kidnapping his sister and for his own self- preservation. His first target was Jensen Louie and he calmly walked into the Tong building and shot Jensen in the heart. Winston was notified of Tommy's action against the association and a hit was put out against his family and against him. Tommy found out about the death of his father, mother, and sister from the news that night on television. "Breaking news," went the broadcast, "A Chinese family of three was slain today in Vancouver, British Columbia. It appeared to be a gang slaying as all parties were shot in the back of the head. There are no suspects to the shooting, live from Vancouver, here is Betsy Long." Tommy blinked, he knew they were talking about his family and he knew who was responsible for the tragedy and he also knew he was next. He went to the closet and grabbed the cash that was hidden there and put it in a fanny-pack, so he would have some cash while he was on the run. Tommy ran from his studio apartment into the street. He had to hide or die. He wouldn't mind dying right now because he knew he was responsible for his family's deaths, but he wanted to get even first. Tommy had just rounded the corner when he saw a car speed up to his apartment building and two Chinese men jumped out and ran inside. Moments later they ran out and the car roared down the street. Tommy knew his days were numbered. He knew what he had to do if he was to survive. *** Tommy found a phone book and looked under the listings for attorneys. He picked the first one he saw under the criminal listing. Tommy took his cell phone and was going to call the number, but decided against it because his phone might be tapped. He looked at the address in the book and saw that Robert Abram's office was only three blocks away and so he decided to walk. Tommy found the office and entered. "May I help you?" the receptionist asked. "I need a lawyer," responded Tommy. "Have you been here before?" "No." "I can probably schedule you for next week." "I have to see one now, my life depends on it." "Mr. Abrams is in trial right now. I can have one of the other attorneys see you." "I'll take anyone," said Tommy with urgency in his voice. "I have two available, Mr. Lim or Mr. Jacks." "Mr. Jacks, I don't even want Mr. Lim to see me." "I'll call Mr. Jacks for you." Ron Jacks entered the reception area and greeted Tommy. "Hello, I'm Ron Jacks, Melissa says that you need an attorney?" "Yes, I'm Wing Hop Wong, some people call me Tommy." "What can I help you with?" "I want to turn state's evidence against some very bad people. I want immunity and I want to go into the witness protection program." "This sounds serious, let's go to my office." Ron led Tommy to his office to see what could be done. He had dealt with the FBI on several occasions and knew they didn't protect just anyone, the person had to be at great risk. "Okay tell me why you think you need protection?" Ron was looking at Wing and wondered why a nicely dressed college student like this would need protection, maybe this was some kind of college prank. "Before I tell you anything, I have to be sure you won't tell anyone else, especially Mr. Lim." "Everything you tell me is privileged information and why wouldn't you want me to share information with Mr. Lim, he's one of our finest attorneys." "Because he's Chinese, and right now I can't trust anyone, especially a Chinese lawyer." "That doesn't make sense, you're Chinese." "After I tell you why I need only you, you will understand." "Okay, let's get started, do you mind if I record this?" "I would rather you didn't" "Okay, I'll just take notes then, now go ahead and tell me as much as you can." "I told you my name and how some people call me Tommy, well the way I got that name was from a criminal organization in Hong Kong. I've been a member for seven years. I've done many bad things for the organization, but I can give the FBI information that links the Tongs here with organized crime in Hong Kong. If the Tong find out I'm here they will kill me. Mr. Lim might even be one of them, and that's why I don't want him to know about me. If I give the FBI the information, the Tongs will go to any length to kill me and that's why I will need protection." "It sounds like you might have important information, but you are going to have to be more specific, I can't go to them and say this kid has information and won't talk until you protect him, it doesn't work that way. What may seem important to you might mean nothing to them, so give me something to work with." "I started with the family association when I was fourteen and ran drugs for them. After that I started hurting people that didn't pay what they owed to the family. I killed my first man when I was sixteen. My family moved to Vancouver and when I got there I was instructed to get girls and make them work for us as prostitutes. When I moved to San Francisco to attend college, I did a few things for the Tong but nothing serious. I liked the freedom away from crime but my boss in Hong Kong had a different idea. Since I wasn't known to any of the other Tongs in San Francisco or the police, they wanted me to kill a member of another Tong that was making trouble for us. I told my boss that I didn't want to do this anymore so he taught me a lesson. He had my sister kidnapped as an example of what they could do if I refused. With no choice I went and got the gun from one of the Tong members and killed the man I was supposed to kill. I was angry for what they had done to my sister and then I found out that they also wanted to kill me, so I went back to the Tong and killed one of the members. The Vancouver Tong killed my family in retribution for what I had done and now they're really after me. The only way I can get back at them is to give all my information to the FBI, now do you understand why I need protection?" What Wing had just told Ron Jacks shook him to the core. This innocent looking boy was an assassin and a cold hearted one at that. "I'll call the FBI right now." Ron called the FBI and made arrangements for Wing to see them. He told them they would need to protect the boy because he had information they would want and so they told him to bring Wing right over. Ron drove his client from his office to the federal building and parked his car in the civic center garage. They walked the few blocks to the federal building. They looked at the department listings and found the FBI office. Tommy and Ron passed through the metal detectors and rode the elevator to the tenth floor. They walked into the suite and Ron asked, "Is there someone we can talk too?" "About what?" The receptionist asked. "Chinese gangs." "Just a minute, I'll get someone for you." The woman called a number and a man appeared from a door at the side of the room. "I'm Agent Dixon, how may I help you?" Agent Dixon looked at Tommy and thought he looked too much like a student. He must be one of those nuts that just wanted publicity, he can't be a gang member. "We have information for you about the Chinatown gangs." "And would you like us to have the newspapers here when you give us that information?" asked Dixon in snide tone of voice. "God no, I don't want anyone to know I'm here, they'll kill me when they find out, they've already killed my family," exclaimed Wing. Agent Dixon looked at the boy and thought, this boy had to be delusional, he wasn't the gang type. "Where did they do this?" "In Vancouver and they just tried to kill me so I need protection." "Come with me and I'll check out your story." Agent Dixon led Tommy and Ron to an interrogation room and left them while he checked everything out. "Hey Bob, I have some nut job in room three that say's he has information on some Chinese gangs, what do you want to do with him?" Bob was Bob Lew and he had been working with the gang task force in Chinatown for years and knew just about everything there was to know about the gangs. "I'll talk to him, he might know something, but I doubt it, but it doesn't hurt to listen." Bob walked into the interrogation room and introduced himself. "Hello, I'm Bob Lew," he said as he extended his hand. "I'm Wing Hop Wong, the gangs call me Tommy and this is my attorney Ron Jacks," he answered as he shook Bob's hand. "Is this the boy you called about?" Bob asked Ron. "Yes and what he wants to tell you sounds credible." "Do you prefer Wing or Tommy?" Bob asked. "You might as well call me Tommy because that's who I am now." "You know Tommy, I work Chinatown all the time and I've never seen you there before. What gang are you in?" "Fong Chow." "Fong Chow? Did you know there was a murder at their building this morning?" "Yes." "I'm sorry Bob, but I won't allow you to question Tommy without providing immunity," said Ron. "Is the information really that important?" "Yes, and I won't allow him to be questioned without something in writing." "Alright, let me get something from legal and then we can proceed." Bob went down two floors to the attorney general's office. "I need some paper work providing immunity for some kid upstairs. I doubt he has much to say so giving it to him won't amount to a hill of beans. He's just some college student that thinks he has some important information about Chinatown. I've never seen him before so I think we're safe as far as any prosecution is concerned." The attorney drew up the papers and had them delivered to Bob. Bob returned to the interrogation room and handed the papers to Ron. "Everything seems to be in order," said Ron after he had read the papers, "What about the witness protection?" "If what he tells me is true, we'll want him to testify to a Grand Jury and we will have to protect him. I don't want to sound too negative but I seriously doubt he will be able to tell us anything we don't already know. Now Tommy, you said that you knew about the killing at Fong Chow, what can you tell me about it?" "I'm the one that shot Jensen Louie." "You shot Jensen! We thought it was retribution for Anthony Wong's killing." "No, I shot Anthony too." "You shot Anthony! Why would you shoot Jensen too?" "To get back at the Tong." "What did they do to you?" "It's not what they did to me, they kidnapped my sister as punishment for questioning an order and then tried to kill me." "Who gave the order?" "Winston Chang." "Who's Winston Chang?" "He's one of the bosses of the Family Organization and Fong Chow gang." "I've never heard of him." "That's because he lives in Hong Kong and never comes to America. He does everything by phone." "I can see this is going to take quite a while to finish. Its almost quitting time so we're going to put you up in a safe house for tonight, so don't worry Tommy, you'll be protected. You were smart to ask for immunity, Tommy, or you would be facing murder charges right now, even though the men you killed were scum, they were human beings." Bob called for several agents to take Tommy to the safe house and instructed them to be aware, Tommy was a sure target from the Tongs. The safe house, if one were to call it that, was really a hotel room with no access to it other than the door, which made it easy to guard. Tommy removed his fanny-pack and clothes, washed his face and went to bed. He tried to sleep but the events of the day prohibited that, so he tossed and turned all night. He was also worried that the men guarding him might kill him. Tommy trusted no one. Tommy was returned to the Federal Building the next morning and brought to a larger interrogation room. This room had a one-way mirror and a camera to record the interrogation session. Bob Lew had checked Tommy's story and found that what he had told him was true. Tommy had indeed told the truth and was a very evil person. Because of this Bob had called several agents to watch the interrogation of Tommy. He wanted them to learn that you can't judge a book by its cover. To look at Tommy, you would expect him to be a handsome, well-dressed college student, but in reality he was a cold-blooded killer. The men observing the meeting were, Stan Wilson, Martin West, and Mark Conrad. "So this is the big time gangster," said Stan, "You wouldn't know it by looking at him." "They said that he killed those two guys in Chinatown, he must be one mean son of a bitch, both of them were gangsters," responded Martin. "I've questioned dozens of guys for murder and most at least looked the part, but this guy is too handsome, there's something weird here." Stan had been with the FBI for eleven years and was working his way into the crime task force and wanted to see how easy it was to deceive people by looks. Martin was the mentor of the group, having been an agent for thirty years and was only five years from retirement. He could have retired already except the lure of excitement kept him on the job. Mark was what would be termed as a newby, a rookie, and because of his boyish looks one that could infiltrate high schools to study drug trafficking. "Mark, I want you to watch this carefully and learn what to watch for when you meet someone you have suspicions about. There will always be something to tip them off to you, is there anything different that you can see about this boy?" "No, not really." "You know what the kids look like that go to state don't you?" "Yes." "What's different about this boy?" "The way he's dressed?" "That's right, he's too clean looking, almost like a model, students don't dress like that, he's too perfect. Oh here's Bob." Bob entered the interrogation room and greeted Tommy, "Good Morning Tommy, I trust you slept well?" "No, not really, it's very difficult to sleep when you know you're being hunted." "Well hopefully we'll be able to take care of that for you, now let's get started. I'm sure you noticed the mirror, there are some men behind it that will be watching us while I question you and we are recording everything we will be talking about and by law I have to inform you of that. Do you understand what I just told you?" "Yes." "Let's get started then, I think I'll work backward from when you came to us, make the clock run backward so to speak. You came to us because you were being hunted?" "Yes." "By whom?" "By the Fong Chow Tong." "And you were a member of that group?" "Yes." "What were your duties?" "Whatever they asked me to do." "What was the last thing they asked of you?" "To kill a rival Tong member." "And did you do that?" "Yes, in a restaurant on Washington Street. I shot his bodyguards too. I don't know if they died, I just wanted to get away." "You're lucky, no they didn't die. They're wounds were pretty bad but they'll survive. Why did you kill him?" "I had too, if I didn't my Tong would have killed my family." "How do you know that?" "Because when I refused the first time they kidnapped my sister and told me if I refused worse things would happen to her." "I don't recall hearing anything about that around here. Where did that happen?" "In Vancouver." "In Vancouver? Are you telling me that they have the same gang in Vancouver?" "The gang is all over, here, Vancouver, New York, Hong Kong, anywhere there are Chinese people." "And you know this for a fact?" "Yes, I was a member for seven years." "How do know there is a connection between these Tongs?" "From conversations and knowing the people in charge." "Who's in charge?" "The only man I ever met was Winston Chang. I met him when I lived in Hong Kong and he gave me orders when I came here. The leaders of the Tongs in the other cities answered to him, he has great power. I know there are other leaders but I never met them, but they all live in Hong Kong. I think the way it works is that Winston runs the Tongs here and the other leaders run the ones in Europe and in Asia, kind of like a committee." "How many times did you see Winston Chang?" "Only once, when they killed my best friend." "Where did that happen?" "In Hong Kong." "Let's get back to what you did here. Why did you kill Jensen Louie?" "To get back at my Tong for kidnapping my sister. I was angry so I shot Jensen in anger. I shouldn't have done that because they killed my family in retribution for what I had done and they were going to kill me too if I hadn't come here. It sent a lesson to all the members that you didn't cross them or others would pay." "How did you know there was a connection between here and let's say New York?" "Because when I was living in Vancouver, I was in the office of Larry Leong. He is the head of the Vancouver Tong. He was talking to me when his phone rang. He answered it and referred to the other person as Carlton. I already knew Carlton was the head of the New York Tong and Larry told him that Winston had called and was very angry because Carlton had expanded his operation into Brooklyn. He said that could bring the police on to us and he didn't want that or a gang war with the black gangs and to just stay to ourselves." "Then what happened?" "Larry became heated with the conversation, apparently Carlton didn't want to listen to Larry because they were equals in the organization so he told Carlton he would have to deal with Winston regarding the matter. Larry slammed the phone down and swore, he was really pissed off. Winston told me to relay the message to Carlton and he didn't want to listen, I'll bet Winston replaces him after this," he said. "After that Larry was pretty open with me and we trusted each other. Most times he would have me leave his office when Winston called but after that he let me stay in the room during his conversations. One time Winston called and told Larry to have a certain individual killed as a lesson to other members of the Tong and it was done." "Tell us more about what you did in San Francisco." "I really didn't do much here other than distribute drugs and attend school. It wasn't until I was ordered to kill Anthony that I became more visible and Winston started to call me directly." "How did you feel about that?" "I didn't like it because I was able to lie low and not be too involved in the daily operation of the gang. When Winston called me and asked me to shoot Anthony, I knew that meant that I was going to have to be more active in the Tong and I didn't want that, I wanted out of this kind of life." "Tell us what you did in Vancouver?" "I would run drugs and seduce girls into prostitution." "How did you do that?" "I would take them to bed and I would inject them with heroin. The high from the drugs and sex made it easy. They were hooked on the heroin and had to work for us to get high, it was simple." "Where did you get the drugs?" "From the family. Winston had the girls in Hong Kong teach me how to do what I did and when I came to Vancouver that's what I did." "Did you kill anyone in Vancouver?" "No. Just in Hong Kong and San Francisco." "So let me get this straight, Winston called all the shots and directed his people in the various cities to comply?" "Yes, that's right." "Who controlled Winston?" "I don't know but I think it might have been someone in the government." "Why do you think that?" "Because the family association was never busted for anything. It was obvious that we were behind many of the dealings and yet nothing ever happened to us." "What government?" "I have no idea, it's just a feeling I had." "Can you connect the dots better than you have already?" "Give me a piece of paper and I'll make a tree of the organization as I know it, you know with Winston at the top and then go down in responsibility." Bob Lew handed Tommy a piece of paper and watched as Tommy drew lines and entered names at intersections. When he had finished there were over a hundred names on the paper. "This is pretty impressive Tommy, are you sure these are all members of the Tong?" "Yes that's as many as I could remember." "Most of the names are from Hong Kong and Vancouver, but there are still at least twenty-five from here. I'm going to forward this information to the Canadian Mounted Police and the authorities in Hong Kong. I'm impressed." "Thank you, now do I get a new identity?" asked Tommy. "You bet you do, we need to talk some more tomorrow and then we will bring you back to Colorado and give you a new life." Tommy returned the following day and corroborated his testimony and then was on a private plane to his new life *** Mialing worked her Tuesday shift and kept thinking about her date with Mark. 'Why am I doing this? I should never have accepted the invitation I'm so stupid, but he makes me feel good. Oh I'm so frustrated.' Wednesday found Mialing at the mall trying to find a dress. 'It has to be perfect,' she thought. Mialing tried on ten different dresses until she found the one she wanted. It was a little black dress except the back was cut below her waist and was held together with four strings that went across the back so the dress would hold its shape. The front was cut low enough to allow her cleavage to show to the bottom of her breasts. The hem stopped three inches above her knees. Mialing then found black sandals with four-inch heels to go with the dress. After that she had her nails done in her red favorite color. While at the salon she had her any split ends of her long hair trimmed and then it was washed and dried. Mialing then went home to bathe and dress for her date with Mark. Mialing drew her bath, adding bubble solution to the water. She disrobed, wrapped her hair in a towel and stepped into the bubbly liquid. She took the sponge in her hand and rubbed it over her body. Mialing had learned years ago that a soft sponge was the best way to clean her body with out being harsh to the skin. As the soft sponge moved over her breasts her nipples became hard and as she rubbed them she became aroused. Her mind drifted to Mark and his cute smile, his funny personality and his puppy dog eyes when he watched her. She barely knew him and yet he was having an impact on her. She didn't want to become involved or attachment and yet he was awakening new feelings in her. She was confused because she didn't know how she should react to what was happening to her. The more she thought of Mark and the more she rubbed her breasts, the more inflamed she was becoming until she shuddered with an orgasm that coursed through her body. Mialing sighed as she gathered her thoughts. She reached for her razor and daintily shaved her legs and underarms and then she got out of the tub. She felt alive after her bath and the sexual relief that had occurred. When she had pleasured herself in the past she would normally just think of the intense feelings that were occurring, but this time she had fantasized about a man while she did it. Was she having feelings for this man? Mialing finished drying off and sat at her table to apply her makeup. When Mialing worked at the casino she wore minimal makeup, a little eyeliner, some mascara, and lipstick but tonight she wanted to make an impression so she went all out. She had beautiful eyes to start with but when she was done putting on three different shadows, lining her eyes and three layers of mascara, they shown like jewels. Lastly she lined her lips, added lipstick and then gloss to make them shine, and finally a little blush on her cheeks. "If this doesn't impress Mark, nothing will," Mialing giggled to herself. Mialing rolled the sheer nude panty hose carefully up her smooth shapely legs and then lowered her dress down over her head. She cupped her breasts into the supports that were sewn into the dress and pulled the satin fabric so it wouldn't wrinkle. Last came her sandals, which she slipped her feet into and buckled the ankle strap, being careful not to chip a nail. Mialing rose and looked at her reflection in the mirror and pulled the fabric tight over her breasts. The dress was spectacular, starting three inches above her knees and tightly following her curves up to her breasts where it opened and followed the curve of her breasts and then over her shoulders and down her back to just below her waist. The only thing that held it together were those four dainty black straps that went across her lightly tann