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was big enough and Jason would have a tough job fighting him off. It was another three hours before he finally got to sleep.
    The next few days, Andrew said nothing to Jason. He ignored him, and he complained to the governor about having to share a cell. He was given the excuse that the juvenile center was short of space. Governor Brown told Andrew that he chose Jason because he was small and quiet and should not get in Andrew’s way. Andrew, although clearly unhappy, swallowed the story whole.
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    George Young held a meeting at the offices of SYUI with MI5, MI6, and Metropolitan police commissioner John Lock. His direct superior, Simon Caldwell, was also there. Caldwell was George’s age and slim with short gray hair. He was, as usual, wearing an expensive-looking Italian suit and gold watch. They sat around the large, open office in the dark, looking at images on a projector screen. George’s voice clipped with authority despite his heavy London East End accent. He dropped in rhyming slang words at every sentence—something that amused the onlookers. It was sometimes difficult for them to decipher George’s meaning. In East London, slang speakers replaced words or phrases with other words that rhymed. For example, bread rhymes with head. So the phrase “loaf of bread” means head. East Enders will say “use your loaf” instead of “use your head.”
    George pointed at a large screen with an unlit cigarette. “This is Lin Cho, an evil sod and head of the London Triads. He’s bloody ruthless and has a reputation for the most violent crimes. Many people inside his own organization fear him.”
    He flicked the switch to show another image: a very large Asian man dressed in a suit. He looked like a sumo wrestler with short, cropped hair, and his neck seemed to be all part of his wide shoulders. “This is Kotang, Cho’s bodyguard and driver. He is Japanese and can crush a feller in his bare arms. I wouldn’t want to meet up with this bloke on a dark night.”
    He showed an image of a Chinese woman in a blond wig. She was wearing knee-length black leather boots, tight leopard-skin pants, and a black leather jacket.
    â€œThis is Boudica. She’s the ‘Mr. Big’—head of the entire Triad organization in the United Kingdom. In my view, the most dangerous person in the world. Lin Cho is her number two in the UK.
    â€œThe new Chinese police commissioner, Lin Tse-Hsu, is tracking her down and trying to stop her corruption back in China. She is sending huge amounts of money back to China from the UK. And I mean huge amounts—in the millions. Intel has it that she is unhappy with the Mao government and the new laws of one baby per family. The rumor is that she gave birth to two children and that one was taken and killed by government officials. Unfortunately, the child she was left with later died of pneumonia. She completely snapped. Three Chinese maternity wards were ripped apart by explosives, killing hundreds.”
    â€œYes, I remember hearing about that,” John Lock sighed.
    â€œThey never found the culprit, but some Chinese detectives think it was her work, and she fled when they got close.”
    He showed another image. It was of a young Asian teenager.
    â€œThis is Andrew, Lin Cho’s only son and a right little terror. He is currently serving time in juvenile detention. We have a man on the inside who is sharing a cell and befriending him. He will get the information about what the Triads are up to out of Andrew Cho.”
    â€œSo this inside man, he must be the same age—what? Sixteen? Seventeen?” Lock asked with his eyebrows raised.
    â€œHe’s not quite that age, but he’s the best we have. He holds the Victoria Cross and Queen’s Award for Bravery. He’s a black belt in more karate disciplines than I can name and is also the youngest qualified pilot in Britain. He is also