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1. At 11 pm Charles Ruskin headed for the exit of Casino Milano, with just enough time to catch the last flight to London, and with a plan to hit the airship’s bar, and stay there till he no longer felt pissed off by being recalled before he could finish his mission. Reaching the double swing door, he pushed the right door open. The left was pushed open from the outside by a man looking like a boxer who knew all the dirty tricks. When Ruskin hurried past the man, something brushed against his leg. A paper bag in the boxer’s left hand. Violet, and imprinted with a fancy logo made up of frilly letters. Ruskin deciphered part of the text, s-i-g-n, and then the door swung shut behind him. In the vestibule, he slowed down. After a frustrating evening of futile prying, a lead had been thrown at him. Most likely it would only lead to him missing his flight, in effect disobeying a direct order. So should he ignore it and get going? Before his mind could stage a debate, Ruskin was back at the door. He pushed it open, got hit by a clamour of voices, and dived back into the scents of pomade and perfume. Beneath the candle chandeliers, the boxer’s plain suit navigated a sea of elegant tailcoats, flattering gowns, flowing saris, and diamond-studded turbans. He got slowed down by a throng of gamblers jostling to place chips on an oversized roulette table encircling a pool of water. Ruskin drew closer as a mechanical mermaid rose from the pool. To a chorus of sighs and cheers, she opened a seashell and revealed the number 9 set in red pearls. He reached a spot that would give him a good look at the bag, but the boxer shifted it to his right hand and elbowed his way out of the crowd. Ruskin allowed himself an oath. “Lost this one, did you?” A man with a silly grin glared at him. Ruskin wiped the grin away with a look. The boxer was making his way around a diorama of volcanos, erupting with roaring gas flames. Ruskin circled it in the opposite direction, as a dozen models of passenger-carrying balloons floated down from the ceiling. Earlier, he had won a fair amount by betting on which balloons would land safely, and which would perish in a volcano. When the boxer walked on, Ruskin got a clear view of the bag. The text read, Signorina Elegante. Promising, but where would the man take the bag? Ruskin trailed the boxer to the back of the room, where three clockwork samurai, standing in front of a Japanese temple, shot arrows at a target. The boxer disappeared into a narrow aisle between the temple and the back wall of the room. Ruskin reached the entrance to the dimly lit aisle. Twenty feet down, a door in the back wall closed with a metallic clank. He strode to the door and grabbed the handle. Locked. From his waistcoat pocket, he pulled out a watch. Time was running out. Kneeling, he pressed four times on the crown. An L-shaped rod swung out of the watch. He inserted it into the lock and manipulated the crown. No sound came from the other side. A clunk escaped the lock. He cracked the door open. The faint light from the neighbouring skyscrapers revealed the boxer, hunched against the driving rain, crossing a cobblestone bridge to the top of a docking tower. An oblong shadow hovered above the tower. A blimp moored to the spire. Ruskin pushed the door open and sprinted out on the bridge, pulling his gun from its shoulder holster, counting on the splashing rain to drown out his footsteps, just long enough for him to take the boxer by surprise. Behind him, the door slammed shut. The boxer spun around, reaching inside his jacket. Ruskin needed the man alive. Taking a chance that potentially could reduce his remaining lifetime to three seconds, he pointed his gun in the air, hoping the boxer realized he would already be dead if Ruskin had wanted to kill him.