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Kowloon, Hong Kong
Mo stuttered as he approached the dark-oak reception desk. A madam stood behind in a traditional red and gold Chinese dress matching the colour scheme of the hotel. She greeted him in Chinese and asked him if there was anything in particular he required during his stay. As the young techie stuttered some more, Lim stepped out from behind him and drew her weapon, startling the madam. ‘Yes, you can tell us where Attack Dog is,’ the Chinese agent said.
She moved fast across the cherry-red carpet and around the back of the desk. The madam didn’t put up a fight, but reached for a button under the counter. Lim put her pistol to the ageing woman’s head before she could push it. Dragging her away by the arm, the madam yelped as Lim held her in a headlock with the barrel to
