Zero Minus Ten

SEVEN

JADE DRAGON

THE GAME RESUMED WITH THE SOUTH WIND ROUND. THACKERAY, AS THE East Wind seat, was dealer. Bond was determined to verify his suspicion that the man was a cheat. He recalled what he knew about Thackeray. The man had been a stage magician when he was younger. He might very well be adept at sleight-of-hand and parlour tricks. He was probably palming discarded tiles from the table as he reached over them to draw a tile from the wall. The big question was, why would he cheat? He was very wealthy. He didn’t need the money. Or did he? Could the obliteration of his Board of Directors have left his company in a bad state? Did the impending mainland takeover of Hong Kong have something to do with it? The alcohol, the cheating, and his belligerent manner all added up to something inherently reckless about him.

Bond drew a very good hand. His first discard was a lone East Wind tile. He had two Pongs and the possibility of one more. He was determined to find a way to beat Thackeray at his own game. To come out and accuse him of cheating would be unacceptable. Bond needed to gain Thackeray’s confidence, not alienate him! If Bond caused a scene here in the casino, he might blow his cover and permanently botch the mission. He would have to find a way to cheat, too. As play progressed, he examined every angle. He didn’t have the sleight-of-hand ability that Thackeray had, so that was out of the question. Perhaps at the next break he could enlist Woo’s help.

Thackeray went out with a lucrative five points: three points for four Pongs, one point for holding no Flowers, and one point for a Pong of East Winds, matching his seat. Bond scanned the discarded tiles, looking for the East Wind tile he had discarded at the beginning of the game and didn’t see it. Thackeray had to have palmed it somehow. Poor Woo threw the winning discard, so had to pay $3200. The others counted out chips worth $1600. Woo was no longer smiling.

The seat/Wind assignments did not change for the next hand. Now that the enormity of the dollar value for each hand was sinking in, a certain tension enveloped the entire room. Spectators were less animated and chatty. Whereas mahjong was usually a noisy, social game, this one had become deadly serious.

Sinclair won the hand on a self-pick with two points. The other players had to pay him $800 each.

Woo became the dealer for the next hand, which ended dead. The hand was played again, and this time Thackeray won small with two points on Sinclair’s discard. Sinclair had to pay $800, the others $400 each.

Sinclair dealt the next hand. Woo got lucky and went out with three points on a self-pick. Everyone paid him $1600, which brought the smile back to his face.

Bond got the deal next and was determined to get through the rest of the South Round quickly so he could discuss his strategy with Woo. Thackeray won again, this time with three points on a selfpick. He was paid $1600 by each player.

They were halfway through the game. Bond had lost an enormous amount of money. He and Woo ordered doubles at the bar.

“What have we got into, James?” Woo said, shaking his head. “I did not expect to lose this badly.”

“I have a plan,” Bond said. “Let’s go outside and get some fresh air.”

The two men excused themselves.

Thackeray said, “Don’t be long.” He was sitting alone, sipping his vodka on the rocks. Despite his winnings, he wasn’t smiling. In fact, he looked downright miserable.

Outside, Bond said, “I don’t get it. Why is he so morose? He’s just won a few thousand dollars and he’s acting as if it’s his last day on earth.”

“Thackeray very private man,” Woo said. “He has no friends or family from what I can tell. I wonder if someone close to him was killed by bomb at restaurant?”

“Well, we’ve got to beat him. He’s definitely cheating. He was a stage magician when he was young, and obviously knows sleight-of-hand. He’s palming tiles he wants from the dead pile. I’m going to need your help.”

“Sure, James. What you want me to do?”

“Listen very carefully. You’re going to have to throw me some tiles that I need, and I’m going to give you some signals to indicate what they are. You have to watch me closely.”

“All right.”

“I’m going to scratch areas on the left side of my face to indicate that I need tiles with numbers 1 to 4. If I scratch the left side of my nose, I need a 1. If I scratch my cheekbone just under my eye, I need a 2. I’ll scratch my ear lobe for a 3. And I’ll scratch my neck for a 4. If I need a 5, I’ll scratch the bridge of my nose. The same areas apply to the right side of my face for the numbers 6 to 9. The right side of my nose is a 6, the cheekbone is a 7, the ear lobe is an 8, and the neck is a 9. Got it?”

“Okay. What about suits?”

“Immediately after I give you one of my scratching signals, I’ll take a drink. If I take one sip, I need Circles. If I take two sips, I need Sticks. If I take three sips, I need Characters.”

Woo repeated all of this to make sure he had it.

“For the special tiles, I’ll rub my eyes as if I have a headache if I need a Red Dragon. If I cough twice, I need a Green Dragon. If I sigh heavily, I need a White Dragon. If I need Winds, I’ll light a cigarette. I’ll place the cigarette on the ashtray with the butt pointing to the player corresponding to the Wind I need. For instance, if I need an East Wind tile, I’ll point the butt towards the player who is currently the East seat. Got it?”

“That is brilliant, James! We will win good, uh huh?”

“Well, we’ll see. It still depends on the luck of the draw and if you even have the tiles I need, but this might give us an advantage. I may be winning on your discards, so you’ll have to pay out a little more to me. I’ll make sure you get it back.”

“No problem, James.”

“Come on, let’s get back in there.”

The West Round began with Thackeray as the East seat and dealer for the third time. Bond got a good hand. He had a Pong of the 3 of Circles, a Pair of the 2 of Sticks, a Pair of East Wind tiles, and a Pair of South Wind tiles. During play, Bond nonchalantly scratched his left cheekbone, then took two sips from his martini. Amazingly, Woo had the 2 of Sticks, and he threw it. Bond said “Pong” and took it. He luckily drew another East Wind tile later, and managed to form another Pong on his own. He just needed a Pair to complete his hand. He had a single White Dragon and an 8 of Characters. Bond let out a sigh, but apparently Woo didn’t have a White Dragon tile. Bond went for the other one and scratched his right ear lobe, then took three sips from his drink. Woo discarded an 8 of Characters. Bond went out with three points for his all-Pong hand. Woo had to pay $1600, the others $800.

Thackeray won the second hand with another Full House. He had three points for a Semi-Pure hand, one point from a self-picked winning tile, and one point for holding a Flower tile matching his seat. Everyone had to pay him $3200!

Woo looked quite pale after that one. Sinclair took up the deal, but the result was a dead hand. It was dealt again, and this time Woo got lucky with another small win. He went out with two points. It was a chicken hand, but he self-picked the winning tile and had a Flower matching his seat. Everyone paid him $800.

Bond became the dealer for the last hand in the West Round. His hand was so bad that his signal system was useless. Thackeray managed to win with three points. He self-picked from the wall (one point), had four Chows (one point), and no Flowers (one point). Everyone paid him $1600.

During the break before the last Round of the game, Woo whispered to Bond, “Is your plan going to work?”

Bond replied, “It has to this time. It’s the damnedest game—even cheating depends on luck! In a situation that involves gambling, I never trust luck. I try to get by without it. But this is one time we need all the luck we can get. Just stick to what we agreed. I’m going for broke this time.”

The North Round began with Thackeray as East and dealer. Bond drew a 4 Red Flower, which matched his seat. That was one point straight away! The rest of his hand was very promising. He had a complete Pong of Green Dragons, a Red Dragon, and a White Dragon. If he could get two more of either of the Red or White Dragons and one of the other, he could go out with what was called a “Semi-Big Dragon” hand (two Dragon Pongs and a pair of the other Dragon), worth three points. If he could make the third Dragon a complete Pong, the hand would be worth six points. He also needed to complete another Pong or Kong out of some Circles or Sticks he held.

Play progressed uneventfully until Bond drew a Red Dragon from the wall. Now all he needed was a third Red Dragon and at least one White Dragon.

At the first opportunity, Bond rubbed his eyes. Woo acknowledged the signal with a slight nod of his head. A moment later, Bond sighed heavily. Thackeray looked up at Bond and said, “What’s the matter, Mr. Bond? Are we boring you?”

“Oh, no, I’m starting to feel the jet lag,” he explained. “I just arrived today.”

When Thackeray reached across the table to draw from the wall, Bond noticed that the man palmed another tile. It was now just a matter of time before one of them went out. Bond gave Woo the signals for a 6 of Sticks and the 3 of Circles, which might complete his third Pong.

Woo did a great job of pretending to agonize over what tile to discard. He threw a Red Dragon and Bond called “Pong!” Now if he could get the White one …”

Play continued around the table until Sinclair discarded a White Dragon. Thackeray immediately said, “Pong!” Damn! Thackeray had the other three White Dragons and now there was no way to make a Pair with his single tile. Bond threw the useless tile when it was his turn to discard. There was still hope—he had two Dragon Pongs, worth a point each.

Thackeray Ponged again, this time with a 2 of Characters. Come on, Woo, Bond willed. Throw something good! It didn’t happen. From the look on Woo’s face, he was troubled by the lack of help he could give Bond.

Bond drew the 4 Blue Flower from the wall, adding another point to his possible score. On his next turn, he drew the badly needed 3 of Circles. Now all he lacked was to make a Pair out of the two single tiles he had—the 4 of Characters or the 6 of Sticks. Bond gave the signals for the two tiles and Woo took a sip from his drink. On Bond’s discard, though, Thackeray called “Pong!” again. He was ready to go out as well.

Woo drew from the wall and discarded the 4 of Characters. Bond called “Out!” and displayed his hand of four points—two Dragon Pongs (one point each) and two Flowers matching his seat. Woo had to pay $3200, the others $1600.

Woo became the dealer and Bond got a terrible hand. Amazingly, Woo went out very quickly for two points on Thackeray’s discard. He had a chicken hand, but he also had no Flower tiles, and a Pong of East Winds (matching his seat). Thackeray paid the $800 as if it was charity, and the others paid $400.

Sinclair got the deal next and the hand ended in a draw. It was redealt and Bond got another terrible hand. If he was going to beat Thackeray, he had only three more hands in which to do so. It wasn’t to be this time, for Sinclair went out with Woo’s discard. He got three points for holding four Pongs. Woo paid $1600, the others $800.

Bond got the deal. Bond couldn’t believe the hand he drew. Of the thirteen tiles, ten of them were Circles which could easily be turned into sets. He signalled to Woo that he needed Circles. The problem was that he was only allowed to Chow from the player on his left, and that was Sinclair. Nevertheless, a chicken hand would be all right if the entire hand was made up of Circles. That would be a Pure Hand, which was worth six points.

Thackeray discarded one of the needed Circles. “Pong!” said Bond. A little later, Sinclair threw a tile Bond needed. “Chow!” he called. Thackeray looked at him. Now everyone knew Bond had a chicken hand. Thackeray’s eyes were burning with curiosity. Bond was holding no Flowers, so he had at least one point. What else could he be holding?

Thackeray eventually discarded a Circle tile that Bond needed and he triumphantly called, “Out!” Thackeray raised his eyebrows when he saw Bond’s Pure Hand.

Including the point for no Flowers, Bond had a total of seven points—a Double Full House. It was biggest win of the game so far. This time, Thackeray wasn’t so pleased about turning over $6400 to Bond. The others had to pay $3200 each.

Since he’d won the hand, Bond kept the deal for the last hand of the game. It started off poorly, for he had a mixture of Sticks and Circles, and one Green Dragon. He wasn’t sure what to go for. When he drew another Green Dragon from the wall, he wondered how possible it would be to get a special winning hand known as a “Jade Dragon.” To do this he would need a Pong of the Green Dragons, with the remainder of his hand made up entirely of Pongs of Sticks.

Bond gave Woo the signal for Sticks and coughed twice for the Green Dragon. Woo smiled when he threw the tile and Bond called “Pong!” Now all he needed was three Pongs of Sticks. He already had Pairs of 2s and 7s. He slowly got rid of the Circles, and eventually drew another Pair of the 8 of Sticks. Woo discarded a 2 of Sticks and Bond Ponged.

Thackeray clumsily knocked over some tiles from the wall when he reached across the table. Bond knew the man had dropped a tile he had palmed, but Thackeray quickly covered it and rebuilt the wall without anyone seeing the tiles. He was getting careless. The alcohol was finally getting to him. What made him so desperate to win? Was it the feeling of power he desired? Bond had certainly seen it before in men like Hugo Drax, who had cheated at cards for no reason except to satisfy his own need to prove to himself he could do it.

Sinclair discarded an 8 of Sticks and Bond Ponged again. He needed a 7 and either a 9 or 1 of Sticks to complete the hand.

Woo discarded the 7 of Sticks and Bond Ponged. He had four Pongs revealed. Everyone knew all he needed was a Pair to go out. It was Thackeray’s turn, and for the first time he hesitated. Spectators around the room looked on in anticipation. Bond could very well have a Maximum Hand. Thackeray drew from the wall and looked at the tile. He considered it, unsure whether to keep or discard it. He finally threw it down on the table. It was a 1 of Sticks.

Bond picked it up and coolly said, “Out.” He revealed his hand and said, “Jade Dragon. Maximum Hand.”

Thackeray’s own hand trembled when he handed Bond chips totalling $19,200. Sinclair’s face had gone white as well—he had to pay $9600. Woo gladly handed over his $9600. Bond thought the man’s smile would split his face.

Thackeray stood up slowly. He turned to Bond and said with a thicker slur to his voice than usual, “You have luck on your side, Mr. Bond.” He glanced at Woo. “Or … something.” He then turned and walked towards the archway leading to the washroom. Bond collected his chips and turned them in to the cashier who was standing eagerly near the table. He and Woo combined their cash and put it in a brown bag, which Woo stuffed into his jacket. They were ready to leave, but Bond wanted to speak with Thackeray one more time and confirm that he would see him at the EurAsia press conference on the 24th. The man was taking an awfully long time.

Three young Chinese men in business suits stepped into the room through the red curtains. They had a look in their eyes that Bond recognized only from years of experience. He thought later that a younger, greener agent would have been killed immediately.

Bond leaped at Woo, pulling him down behind the bar as the men revealed large butcher-knives and meat cleavers they had concealed in their jackets. With lightning speed, they began to attack everyone in the room. They swung their blades like swords, slashing and chopping whatever piece of flesh got in their way. The room filled with the screams of their victims, and there was blood everywhere. Sinclair went down, as did the spectators and bartender. It was over as quickly as it had begun. The men turned and ran from the room.

“Are you all right?” Bond shouted to Woo.

“Yes!” Woo sounded stunned.

Bond jumped up. “Find Thackeray!” he ordered, then ran from the room. The crowded casino had become a scene of frenzied panic. People were screaming and running for the doors. Bond scanned the crowd, looking for the three thugs in suits. They had slipped out. What was that all about? Were they after Thackeray? Was it an assassination attempt? Whatever it was, they had succeeded in killing or maiming at least a dozen people.

Bond returned to the gambling room. Woo was standing in the archway leading to the washroom. It was a gruesome mess. Bodies were strewn about, drenched in blood. Sinclair had been killed. Not everyone was dead—two or three men were crawling about crying for help. There were a few fingers and hands lying in puddles of blood. The killers had dropped the weapons in the room before fleeing.

“Thackeray gone,” Woo said, bewildered.

“What?”

“No one in washroom!”

Bond went into it. The two cubicles were empty, and there was no window. How the hell did he get out? Bond examined the back wall of one of the cubicles. He knocked on it and determined that it was hollow.

“It’s a trap door,” he said to Woo. He carefully felt the seams of the wall and finally found a minute depression. There was a tiny toggle switch there which, when flipped, activated a sliding door in the wall.

“Come on!” Bond commanded. He and Woo entered the dark corridor and ran twenty metres to another door. It opened easily—to the outside. They were behind the hotel, looking at a dark alleyway. Thackeray was nowhere in sight.

“What the hell … ?” Bond muttered.

They ran to the front of the casino. It was night now, and the neon from the building lit up the street. A black sedan tore out of the car park. Bond recognized the three killers in the front seat of the car. He started to draw his Walther PPK, but realized he had left it at the boat. The car sped away into the night.

The sound of approaching police sirens told them they should leave. “Come on, James,” Woo said. “There is nothing we can do. Let’s go back to boat.”

Bond nodded.

They hailed a taxi, went to the outskirts of town, walked quickly to the old pier, hopped on the Viking 66, and woke up J.J. On the journey back to Hong Kong, they discussed what had happened.

“Were they Triad?” Bond asked.

Woo said, “Possibly. Probably. It was their method. I spoke to guard before we left. The men picked up their weapons from kitchen before entering room. That is how they do it, so they do not have to bring weapons to scene of crime. They take whatever is available nearby.”

“Were they after Thackeray?”

“It seem like it.”

“He must have known they were coming. Why else would he run like that? How did he know there was a secret escape route from that room? What the hell is going on?”

“You tell me, James. I am tired.”

Bond also felt fatigued. It was nearly 10:00 p.m. He felt the jet-lag. He would go to his hotel and sleep until late morning.

“You saved my life, James,” Woo said. “Now I owe you big time.”

Bond shook his head. “Forget that maijiang business, T.Y. I wasn’t doing you a favour, I was doing my job.”

“Still, I am very grateful and indebted,” Woo said with great sincerity.

Bond smiled. “Don’t worry about it. Be thankful we’re returning to Hong Kong with all of our body parts.”

Woo grinned widely and held up the brown bag. “Not only that, we return with helluva lot of money, uh huh?”