Whacking Communists

>> Kahala

The intruder dressed all in black was fit and muscular, but appeared unarmed -- although Fon Du lay moaning on the ground at his feet.

Le Nip went for the black knife identical to the one his colleague known as the Devil Snake held to the throat of the nearly nude girl who had betrayed them.

Le Nip had never lost a knife fight in his life, never even been seriously wounded, and would not now.

"You got about a minute to do your thing, Snake, and we're out of here," Le Nip said in Mandarin.

The Snake threw Bodhicita Guzman to the ground, lifted his robes, dropped to his knees.

"Hang on, Bodhicita, it won't take that long!" Khan called to the second Lama Jey Tsong Khapa's eternal consort.

Le Nip rushed Khan, blade ready to slash and stick.

Bodhicita screamed, the Snake threw a hand over her mouth with one hand, pressing the knife to her throat with the other as she struggled beneath him.

Le Nip was just 10 feet away when Khan's second mini-dart -- blown from a tiny stainless steel blow gun -- hit him in the middle of the forehead.

The Triple Prozac that Khan's mad scientist friend at UH had concocted, and in which the dart had been soaked, was powerful and went to work immediately.

Le Nip stopped in his tracks, rubbed at the stinging sensation on his head, looked as baffled by the pin-like dart he pulled out as by the knife in the other hand.

"Um ... " he said, as if gathering his thoughts. "Have we met?"

Across the room, Bodhicita resisted, even with the blade at her throat.

"Hold still, dammit!" the Snake barked hoarsely. He'd raped dozens of women, old and young, in Dharamsala and had never encountered such a fighter.

He pulled the blade across her throat, opened a 2-inch wound that bled immediately. Bodhicita cried out in pain and fear. "Stop your resistance, or it will be worse," the Snake growled.

"Hey," Le Nip said, turning to where the Snake struggled with the girl on the hardwood floor, "mellow out, man ... "

Khan hit Le Nip with an upper cut that drove up under his rib cage and knocked the air out of his lungs, chopped hard on the back of his neck as he doubled over, kicked him in the ribs as he fell.

It felt good to whack a Chinese Communist, but there was no time to think about that. Another awaited. He vaulted over a white leather couch screaming "Communist bastard!"

The Snake looked up just in time to see Khan leaping at him and kicking, a black hiking boot directed at his face. The Snake rolled and slashed.