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〃Same thing；〃 Huxley said eagerly。 〃Can Max do me some fake tattoos？〃
〃Be glad to；〃 Hanley said。 〃We might even fake some piercings； if you like。〃
〃And now to the band；〃 Cabrillo said。 〃I'm playing keyboardsa lot of songs don't feature keyboards； so that will give me time to sneak away。 Murphy's lead guitar； Kasim is our drummer； and the soul man Franklin is on bass。〃
〃Oh； yeah；〃 Lincoln said。 〃The pulsing beat runs through me。〃
〃And the singer？〃 Huxley asked。
〃That would be Mr。 Halpert；〃 Cabrillo said。
The entire conference table turned and stared at Michael Halpert。 As the head of finance and accounting； he didn't exactly seem to fit the job。 Easily the most conservative of the crew； the rumor was that he ironed his handkerchiefs。 The idea of him posing as a rock musician seemed as ludicrous as casting Courtney Love as the Virgin Mary。
〃Unfortunately； the lead singer of the Minutemen is tall； thin and slim； and the owner has seen a videotape of the band performing。 If no one can think of anyone else； Mike's got to be our man。〃
〃I can do it；〃 Halpert said quickly。
〃Are you sure？〃 Hanley asked。 〃There is only so much the Magic Shop can do。〃
〃For your information； I was raised on a mune in Colorado；〃 Halpert said。 〃I've forgotten more about the rock lifestyle than most of you ever knew。〃
Cabrillo was the only one who already knew thathe was the sole officer of the Corporation who had access to all employment files。
〃Man；〃 Murphy said； 〃I thought your baby clothes were a three…piece suit。〃
〃Now you know；〃 Halpert said。 〃My family got around。 Jerry Jeff Walker was my godfather； and mander Cody taught me how to ride a bicycle。〃
〃Man；〃 Hali Kasim said； 〃just when you think you know someone。〃
〃Let's get back to the project；〃 Cabrillo said。 He knew Halpert's upbringing made him unfortablethe day Halpert had enlisted in the marines； his father had quit speaking to him。 Ten years had passed before they'd talked again； and even now the relationship was strained。
Halpert waited for Cabrillo to continue。
〃Right now we have two of our people posing as a landscaping crew。 They will install parabolic microphones in the trees they're trimming。 The microphones record the vibrations on the glass of the house and we should be able to hear everything that is happening inside。〃
〃We're having trouble monitoring the telephone lines； however；〃 Linda Ross noted； 〃Normally； we can tap into the mainframe； but since the Chinese took over the telephone system； they moved the major systems across the water into Hong Kong。 We'll try and install something at the junction box leading into the house； but we're not sure how well it will receive。〃
〃So there's a chance we will only be able to hear one side of the telephone calls？〃 Hanley asked。
〃Right；〃 Ross said。 〃Anyone talking inside will cause vibrations on the glass we can read。〃
〃I'm not so concerned about that；〃 Cabrillo said； 〃but we do need to be able to cut the lines leading into the housethe burglar alarms work through the telephone lines。〃
〃That we can do；〃 Ross said； 〃but people will still be able to use cell phones。〃
The hours passed as the planning continued。 The party was less than thirty hours away。
LIKE A WHIRLING dervish； the oracle began to shake and parade about。
The Palace of Exile in India was much smaller than Potala； but it served the same purpose。 Home to the Dalai Lama and his advisors； it featured a temple； sleeping rooms and a large stone…floored meeting room； where the Dalai Lama was sitting on a throne chair now； watching。
The oracle was dressed in his ceremonial robes； topped by one of golden silk； its interwoven designs of yellow； green； blue and red encircling a mirror on the chest surrounded by amethyst and turquoise stones。 A harness held small flags and banners； and the entire outfit weighed nearly eighty pounds。 As soon as the oracle had been dressed and entered a trance； his assistants had placed a heavy metal…and…leather helmet upon his head and cinched it tight。
Had the aging oracle not been possessed by a spirit outside his own； the weight of the helmet and robes would have been too much for him to bear。 Instead； once the oracle reached his deep state； the weight seemed to be lifted and he hopped about like an astronaut walking on the surface of the moon。 He exploded in motion。 Arms akimbo； he danced like a praying mantis from one side of the room to the other。 Strange guttural sounds radiated from somewhere deep inside his body； while his left hand flashed a heavy silver…plated sword in a figure…eight pattern。
Then he stopped in front of the throne chair and shook his entire body like a dog after a swim。
Once the oracle became motionless； the Dalai Lama spoke。
〃Is it time to go home？〃 he asked。
The oracle spoke in a voice unlike his own。 〃The Dalai Lama returns； but to a smaller Tibet。〃
〃The oracle explains；〃 the Dalai Lama said。
A backflip； a flapping of arms； a stillness again。
〃The north holds the key；〃 the oracle said loudly。 〃We give the aggressors the land that once held Mongols； then they will go。〃
〃Can we trust the Westerners？〃 the Dalai Lama asked。
The oracle bent his knees and strutted around in a circle。 When facing the Dalai Lama again； he spoke。 〃We will soon have something they want； our gift of this will help strengthen the friendship。 Our power is returningour home is near。〃
Then all at once； as if a gust of wind had blown the skeleton from his body； the oracle collapsed on the ground in a heap。 His assistants ran over and untied the helmet； then began to remove the sweat…soaked robes。 They began to bathe the oracle with cool water； but it was almost an hour before he opened his eyes again。
〃ONLINE；〃 THE CORPORATION technician whispered。
On board the Oregon； a radio operator adjusted his receiver。 The sound of a maid came through his headset。 He flipped a switch to a recorder； then keyed his microphone。
〃Okay；〃 he said； 〃we're recording。〃
Climbing down from the tree； the technician gathered up the limbs he had trimmed； then spent the next few hours working on the bushes。 When he had finished the job and loaded the rented truck with the debris； it was just past lunchtime。 Walking around to the service entrance； he handed a bill to the manager of the mansion。 Then he walked back to the truck and drove away。
Back on the Oregon； the radio operator monitored the conversation in the mansion and made notes on a yellow pad。 Nothing much was happening； but that might change at any moment。
BELOWDECKS IN THE Magic Shop； the band was rehearsing。 Kevin Nixon motioned for them to stop； then adjusted the control panel。 〃All right；〃 he said； 〃from the top again。〃
Murphy started strumming his guitar； and the opening bars of the Creedence Clearwater Revival song 〃Fortunate Son〃 filled the shop。 The rest of the band added their parts。 Halpert's voice was surprisingly good。 After being washed through the puter； it was hard to tell his rendition from the original。 His moves were good as wellunlike those of most of the band。
Cabrillo on the keyboards came off as Liberace on methamphetamines。 Kasim moved like Buddy Rich in a neck brace。 Lincoln was slightly betterhe kept his eyes closed and strummed the bass guitar and managed to tap his foot in time； the problem was that his hands were so large it looked like he was not moving his fingers。 Nixon waited until the song was finished。
〃It's not bad；〃 he admitted； 〃but I have some videotapes of live bands and I suggest you men watch them so you can work on your choreography。〃
Three hours later； the band was as ready as they would ever be。
THIS WAS THE part of her job Iselda loved bestthe last…minute nagging details。
She reached in her handbag and found a pack of thin brown cheroots。 Unlike most smokers who stuck to a single brand； Iselda stocked her bag with three or four different kinds。 She selected her poison depending on many factors。 The aching in her lungs； the rawness of her throat； the amount of nicotine needed for the job。 Menthols for that minty fresh buzz； thin cigars when she needed a boost； long； thin； brightly tipped tools when she needed to punctuate a conversation by
using the burning sticks like a maestro's baton。 She fired up the cheroot and took a drag。
〃I specifically requested glacier ice for the cocktails；〃 she screamed at the caterer； 〃not the round highball cubes。〃
〃You asked for both；〃 the caterer said； 〃but the glacier ice has yet to arrive。〃
〃You'll have it here？〃 she asked。
〃It's in the warehouse； Iselda；〃 the man said patiently。 〃We didn't want it to melt。〃
Iselda stared across the tent to where a worker was adjusting the devices that made clouds of smoke from dry ice。
〃We need more smoke than that；〃 she shouted； then quickly walked across to the row of machines and began to berate the worker。
After a few minutes of adjustment； the man flipped the machine on again。 Clouds of dense； cold gas billowed from the machine； then began to settle on the floor。
〃Good； good；〃 Iselda said。 〃Now make sure we have plenty of dry ice。〃
A technician was adjusting the light display
