One-man jihad

>>East-West Center

A run of good luck and good spycraft had run out in a hurry. Everything was going well as two members of Te-Wu, identified by Bodhicita Guzman with names and photos, were followed to the airport by FBI eyes, where they picked up two colleagues on a flight from Taipei. Known to the FBI, the new twosome carried false passports, were well-disguised and would have gone unnoticed except that they rode off in separate Te-Wu vehicles.

FBI eyes followed both to a Kahala estate.

Three hours later, an FBI agent followed when several members of Te-Wu walked outside and drove off in a white van without side or rear windows.

It headed toward Waikiki. At Kapahulu and Ala Wai, another FBI agent picked up the hunt. She in turn handed them off to another agent at Kalakaua and Ala Moana. Again everything was going well as the van entered public parking at the Hawaii Prince. The hotel was full, so round and round they went, looking for a space. Just after the van passed, an SUV suddenly reversed out a space into the side of the FBI agent's Taurus. The agent was thinking Communist plot, but the SUV was driven by young Japanese honeymooners, who at home in Tokyo never drove. Ai-yai-yai.

Just like that the van was gone and soon discharging two of the occupants. They would take the elevator down and catch a cab to the East-West Center, where they would introduce themselves as Rabbi Sol and Imam Sharif, partners for inter-Semitic peace.

Now they sat together, listening to their target, the second Lama Jey Tsong Khapa, tell Hawaii's religious leaders that they were all on the same side and worked for the same power.

"Polytheist!" the other Muslim imam shouted from across the room.

He pulled a plastic dagger from the leather cover of his Koran and charged the lama, who calmly remained in his position of meditation.

What a coincidence, the agent Le Nip was thinking, we both thought of the same ploy. He'd never have thought of polytheism as an excuse to attack, though. He and the agent known as Devil Snake watched in horror and fascination as the other imam leaped aboard the small stage.

As HPD Officer Quinn Ah Sun went for his gun, a young monk in crimson and saffron robes leaped and kicked the imam in the head. He tumbled to the floor, clutching the blade, slashed at the monk, cutting his arm severely.

Still the lama remained in his position of meditation.

A one-man jihad, the imam leaped to his feat, raised the knife.

"Hey, stop that," a gay priest shouted. "Right now!"

"There's no need for that," another churchman yelled. "None at all."

Hey, that's telling 'em.

That was when a very large, very brown, very beautiful, very naked woman stepped in.