Pete's Taiwan Adventures Ch. 03

Hi Reader, this is the final chapter of this story. Once again Thanks go to Chief Hal for proof reading. Any spelling or grammatical errors are mine alone and are there probably because I didn't follow Chiefs edits closely enough.

A quick correction, the order of stories is below

Cheers, FosterK

Meeting Sia Part One

Meeting Sia Part Two

Pulao Yoyo

Vina's Visit

Pete's Taiwan Adventures

A Mia and Sia story

FosterK

Chapter 3

The Master clapped his hands, "that's the end of our session for today, I am very pleased with your progress everybody."

All four turned and bowed, as was the custom. The Master bowed slightly in return.

Sakura moved among them gathering used towels, oil bottles, needles and other paraphernalia they had used during the day.

He walked past them to the door, unaided by a stick, as he unerringly navigated the room.

He paused at the door, "Peter," he said, turning back to the group, "good luck with your other endeavours. I have the feeling your planning is coming along nicely." He bowed once more and left the room.

Pete was stunned, how could the Master possibly know what he was planning? Only he and Dan had discussed the job. Was tonight too soon?

He followed Aiden into the change room. As he did, he had a sudden thought. "Aiden," he said, as he slipped out of the cotton jacket, they both wore, "do you know of a man called John Chen?"

Aiden froze in mid motion, "I do, and I can tell you that he is a very bad man, he's involved with prostitution and the distribution of drugs. He once tried to recruit my sister into his circle. He thinks he's some kind of king pin in Tainan. In reality though he's just a common crook. Why do you ask Peter?"

"What if I told you I have a plan to bring him down a peg or two?" Pete knew he was taking a big chance here, but he thought Aiden might be the Chinese speaker they needed.

Aiden smiled, "has this got something to do with what the Master referred to. Your project?"

"It does, meet me at Starbucks for a coffee and I'll explain more."

By the time Pete exited the building, Judy and Helen had left. His phone pinged with a message from Judy, 'sorry to rush off, we have an appointment with a masseur. We'll catch up later.' He pressed the quick reply, giving a thumbs up.

Pete had just sat down with his iced latte in Starbucks when his phone rang, it was Dan.

"Good news Pete, I've got some intel on the building, one of Chen's lingerie girls applied for a job as a waitress. She's no longer a fan of the man, so Grace asked her about Chens apartment. Quite the chatterbox she was, Grace couldn't shut her up, but she got us some valuable details."

Pete butted in, "wait... Grace asked her? You told Grace about the plan?"

"Of course, old buddy, Grace and I have no secrets... well maybe some, but we've talked about this. Anyway, meet me later and I'll go over the details with you."

"Okay later, hey that's good news Dan," he clicked off the call just as he saw Aiden enter the restaurant.

~~~~

Aiden, Dan, and Pete sat in a small room at the back of Dans bar, Dan and Pete sipped on beer while Aiden had a Diet Coke.

"Okay, I've got a white van organised, magnetic signs and uniforms for you both. After I disable the internet, I'll be nearby in a rented Hyundai, on watch. Have we missed anything?"

Pete nodded, this was the crux of the plan, the Wi-Fi and cameras had to be down. Dan, with his experience from Chunghwa could achieve this. "I don't think so; but well go over the building details just once more. Now Aiden, are you sure you're okay with your role?"

"Yes Pete, I'm sure, I took acting classes at college, piece of cake."

Pete handled the bump key set that Dan had picked up from River that afternoon, not as perfect as a commercially available set but they would do the job. River also included a screwdriver, wrapped in electrical tape. When held by the shaft it made an acceptable hammer to hit the bump key with. Everything else was checked, they had tested the comms and the night vision gear, so they were good to go.

"Okay, we go tomorrow night." He drained the last of his beer and stood.

"Oh, one last thing," Dan said, he produced a playing card and gave it to Pete, "leave this in the safe."

Pete looked at the card, the three of spades. He looked questioningly at Dan.

"Remember the dickhead with the tattoo?"

"Yeah, he thought he was getting the Triad symbol in Chinese, but he got 'tired' instead."

"Well, they are real, even here in Tainan. Very bad men, but they do have a code. And a sign."

"It's true Pete," said Aiden. "John Chen might think he's a big deal, but these guys," he indicated the card, "I don't even want to speak the name. They are the real deal even here in Tainan."

Dan continued, "the spade indicates digging, the three is how far you have to dig your own grave if you cross them. Leave the card in the safe, Chen will think he crossed the line somewhere and will lay low for a while."

~~~~

On a quiet street, in the Anping district of Tainan, a black Audi A6 rolled out of an underground car park, the roller door automatically closing behind it. A shadowy figure, dressed in black ducked under the door before it fully closed.

Sixty-year-old Concierge, Hao-ju Ceng poured a cup of green tea from his heated flask. As he lifted the cup to his lips, he looked at the row of monitors in front of him. They showed views of the carpark, the elevator lobby and a street view. He looked at the street view as a Chunghwa Telecom van pulled up out front. Just then, the screens winked out one by one. He stared; this had never happened before. A tapping noise came from the glass door to the street. He pressed the door release button.

Two men in Chunghwa Telecom uniforms, complete with logoed hats entered, carrying toolboxes, one was a white person; the other younger, was Chinese or Taiwanese. Taking a last look at the screens, Hao-ju got up to talk to the visitors. "Gentlemen, how can I help you?" he asked in Chinese.

The younger of the two men answered, "Chunghwa Telecom, we have a report from one of your residents, a Mr. Jonn Chen, complains of intermittent internet coverage.

"Okay, my cameras have all gone down too, is it connected to the internet problem?"

"Most likely, probably a fault in the basement." The young man replied.

"Rats," said the older of the two men in English.

"What did he say?" asked" Hao-ju.

"He said it could be rats in the basement, they could have chewed the cable."

The concierge looked sceptical, the translation of one word in English seemed longer than it should. "I assure you there are no rats in my building," he claimed, indignantly.

"I can assure you, that there are rats in every building in Tainan," the young man stated, "we need access to the basement to take a look."

"Alright, I will need to record you in the visitors' book, can I see your ID's please."

They each unclipped ID cards from their shirts. Hao-ju duly filled in the details and handed back the cards.

"Mr. Jacki Chan, and Mr. Tom Cruise, the stairs to the basement are over there, he handed them a key, I can't go with you. I can't leave my post here. This is the key to the cage in which the communications equipment is housed.

He turned and went back to his tea and his blank monitors.

Pete Townsend closed, but didn't lock, the safe in Chen's office, he looked at his watch, five minutes, good timing. The information the girl had told Grace was reasonably accurate, the bump keys worked perfectly, the safe was tricky but nothing he couldn't manage.

Dan spoke over his comm unit, the discreet Bluetooth earpiece had excellent audio. "Pete, Grace just phoned, Chen is leaving the bar, much earlier than usual, he got a phone call then became agitated, paid his bill."

"Shit, the concierge may have called him to let him know his WiFi was getting fixed. See if Grace can stall him, we need time to get out."

"Okay will do."

John Chen got up from the table in a hurry, he was speaking angrily to his young lingerie clad companion.

Just then a waitress passed, carrying two large pots of beer on a tray, she appeared to stumble and spilled the beer over John. Chen went into a tirade, as Grace came over uttering apologies. "You stupid clumsy bitch," he yelled at the waitress, "look what you've done!"

"I'm so sorry Mr Chen," said Grace offering John some napkins, "please send me the cleaning bill for your clothes."

Chen glared at her, "you will be receiving a bill for new clothes, and shoes," he seethed. He took his companion by the arm, "right now, I have somewhere to be." He turned and practically ran out of the bar, dragging lingerie girl behind him.

One by one, Hao-ju watched his monitor screens come to life; the view of the car park showed the two Chunghwa men striding across towards the stairs.

They entered the lobby as Hao-ju came out from behind his desk. "All fixed," said Jacki Chan handing back the key.

"Thank you, what was the problem?"

"It was as my colleague predicted, rats had chewed a section of cable, we replaced the cable and installed some rat proof armour over it. Our office will forward a full report tomorrow."

They headed for the door which Hao-ju opened. He watched on his screen as they loaded the van and took off.

A minute later a black Audi A6 pulled up outside. John Chen leapt from the vehicle and ran to the door, opening it with his smart key.

"Where are they?" he screamed at the concierge.

"They just left." Hao-ju explained about the monitors going down and the Chunghwa Telecom men turning up.

"Show me the video footage," Chen demanded angrily.

"Th... there is none, as I explained, the cameras were down," Hao-ju stammered. He brightened, "wait there should be some footage of them crossing the lobby when they were finished." He tapped a few keys on his keyboard. "Here it is."

John came around the desk to look at the footage, the two men had their heads down as they passed the camera, their caps covered their faces.

"Aaargh, show me the visitors book then, I hope they signed in!" he yelled.

Hao-ju produced the book, John Chen looked at the last two entries. Jacki Chan and Tom Cruise, 'those names sound familiar,' he thought.

Chen ran for the elevator. He burst into his apartment heading for the study, a very bad feeling in his gut.

The safe door was closed. He tried the handle, not locked. He cursed. At first glance he could see all his cash was gone, the bricks of heroin and packs of coke remained. 'Why just take the cash,' he thought. Then, his sinking feeling returned, he opened a small drawer in the safe, empty, save for a single playing card laying on the felt. He picked it up with a feeling of dread, turned it over, though he already suspected what it was. The three of spades!

~~~~

POP! The cork bounced off the ceiling, Grace filled four glasses and Dan proposed a toast. "To Jacki Chan and Tom Cruise, Chunghwa Telecoms most efficient technicians." The haul was laid out on the table. A felt bag which contained twenty diamonds of varying sizes, around three hundred thousand New Taiwan Dollars (NTD) and twenty thousand in US dollars.

They had already decided that Pete would take the diamonds, any cash would be shared among the other three, Aiden told them he was happy just to take John Chen down a peg and have the fear of Triad put into him. Pete and Dan insisted he take the three hundred thousand NTD, that was around ten grand US. Grace and Dan would take the US dollars.

"So, Pete," Aiden asked, "how are you going to get the diamonds back into Australia?"

"Probably the less you know about that the better," Pete replied, "let's just say this isn't my first rodeo, I have a very safe method."

They toasted again and Grace poured more wine. "Okay, how about dinner?" she asked, "I'm suddenly hungry and the girls can look after the bar for a while."

Ten minutes later they were seated around a wide bench. On the other side a chef prepared savoury meats on a very hot plate.

Pete took a sip of his beer, "Mongolian Barbeque; Grace, you are full of surprises, cheers!" He clinked glasses with the others. He looked around, and through to the other side of the barbeque area. It was arranged as a series of hot plates, with the chef in the middle, so patrons sat around the chef watching him work.

On the other side, he spotted a familiar face, Sakura. She caught his eye and smiled, raising her glass in a toast.

Pete excused himself to the others and slipped off his stool. Aiden had also spotted Sakura and gave Pete a raised eyebrow, then continued his conversation with Grace and Dan.

"Sakura, what a surprise seeing you here." Sakura was dressed in loose black pants a dark green blouse and a black jacket; she was wearing black high heels. Even then, he doubted she would stand more than four-foot-four tall.

Sakura indicated the seat beside her, so Pete slid in next to her. She clinked her glass against his beer bottle. "Hello Peter, the Master said I would find you here."

Pete stared, they had only decided to come here a short while ago at Graces suggestion.

"The Master asked me to keep an eye on your little band of men tonight, in case anything should go wrong. I must say that you did cut it very close leaving the building, Chen was thirty seconds behind you."

Pete's jaw dropped again, Sakura reached over, placed a finger under his chin and pushed up.

"But how? And what?" he started, suddenly lost for words.

"Peter not much happens in Tainan, without the Master knowing about it, he has ears all over the city. The man you know as River; the stall holder at the night markets; by the way, he was very amused about the story of the fully functional companion doll that you built.

Pete thought about the people he'd come across this visit; what about the waiter from The Brother, who suddenly seemed to have a good grasp of English?

Sakura continued, "the waiter at The Brother; He's studying languages at university, works in the restaurant to pay his way."

There it was, Pete thought. Mia had that ability from the beginning. Somehow, she had the ability to intuit what he was thinking. Sia too, to some extent and now Sakura.

"And of course, Hao-ju, the concierge. Did you really think it would be that easy to get the key to the communications cage, Mr. Cruise?" She paused as if debating how much to reveal. "We've been waiting for someone with your particular skill set to help us with the Chen problem. Mia hinted that you could be the one, so we extended your invitation and smoothed the way, so to speak."

Pete shook his head as he struggled to get his head around these revelations. "But you haven't explained, what could you have done if something did go wrong?" he could not imagine this attractive, yet diminutive blonde could be much help in a scrap.

She smiled, the smile extending to her brown eyes. "The Master has schooled me in many of the popular and some less popular, forms of martial art. So, I can assure you Peter, that, had there been any danger to you, Aiden or Dan, I would be more than capable of neutralising that risk."

She waved to Aiden, who had been observing this conversation, "I see your meal is ready," she observed as she slid from her stool. "See you tomorrow, Mr. Cruise, enjoy your evening."

With that, she turned and strolled confidently to the exit. More than one of the other patrons paused and watched her leave.

Extraordinary, he thought as he joined his friends. "You're not going to believe the conversation I've just had," he began.

~~~~

Ting, ting. Pete woke with a start, it was a sound he had heard before, back when he first met Sia. The sound of acupuncture needles dropping into a steel bowl.

"Welcome back Pete," said Aiden.

"How long was I asleep?" Pete asked.

"Since just after the last needle went in, you dropped out like a light."

Pete remembered. When the four arrived for class that morning there were two massage tables set up. The Master told them it was time to put their newfound skills to work. One of the pair would be on the table, covered in a towel, the other would focus and 'tune in' to the patient to determine a course of treatment. Whatever discipline they chose, from the ones they had studied, would be used, iridology, phrenology, aura reading, and herbal medicine.

Aiden accurately identified Pete's old back injury, which had initially led Pete to consult Sia and Mia years ago.

"Okay, time for your massage Pete," Aiden laughed, "can I assume you won't be wanting a happy ending after?"

"As tempting as that is; perhaps not Aiden, maybe another time." Pete relaxed, as Aiden expertly massaged his sensitive back area. He glanced over at a similar scene on the other side of the room, Judy was gently massaging Helens legs. No surprises there, he thought, all those years of pushing a cart around at thirty thousand feet wearing heels, takes its toll on knees, ankles, legs. 'I wonder if Helen will get a happy ending?' he mused, most likely, he decided. Perhaps he should have taken Aiden up on the offer. He and Mia had discussed this before, in the context of the treatment room, some inhibitions were suppressed.

Hmm another time, Aiden thought, as he massaged Pete's strong back, perhaps there's hope for you after all Pete.

In another room Sukura looked over The Masters shoulder at the TV monitor.

The Master had discovered her years ago, a lifetime it seemed. She was orphaned, a street waif. The master found her rooting through garbage in a lane beside a McDonalds restaurant, grimy face and matted hair, the Master had coaxed her to him. He picked her up in strong arms, 'you're safe now' he'd said. Somehow, she knew it was true, tears ran down her grimy cheeks. The master took her to a nearby monastery, handing her over to the nuns with instructions to clean, feed, and educate her. He left them a sizeable donation to cover the cost of her food.

Sakura was a willing student and a hard worker. When she wasn't in studies, she worked in the kitchen and laundry to earn her keep. The nuns provided her with a stool so she could easily reach the sinks and counter tops. The Master kept in touch with her mentors, the nuns. So, on her eighteenth birthday, he went to collect her, it was time to start her spiritual journey, he'd told her.

She became his apprentice, learning the ways of holistic healing and acupuncture. The Master held daily sessions schooling her in several forms of martial arts; "For self-defence and the defence of others," he insisted. "Not for aggression," although it was unlikely that his young blond protégé could be aggressive to anyone.

She learned to anticipate the Master's needs, becoming an invaluable assistant. In return, the Master educated Sakura in the art of tantric massage and relaxation.

"The current batch of students have come a long way in a short time," she told the Master as she watched the CCTV display. Earlier, Sakura had reported to the Master that all had gone well on the Chen project as they called it.

The Master had his back to the screen, Sakura was sitting comfortably in his lap, his cock snugly sheathed in her vagina. Her small stature and light weight made this a comfortable position for the Master. He could use her as his own, real life, onahole. It was a position they often assumed, while they discussed the students. Sakura could sit like this for hours, and often did, she marvelled at the stamina the old man had. He had seemingly endless energy.

"Yes, they have," the master replied. "Now I think it's time we dismiss them for the day, we will continue this later, upstairs."