His MSS superiors had received reliable intelligence the French secret service was co-operating with two American agents who would be dining at this particular restaurant at this particular time. He’d been ordered to find out what he could about the agents and to learn if they were connected with the rogue American operative. Having already confirmed his targets were in fact dining within, the crafty Chinese agent waited for a group of lunchtime patrons to enter the establishment and slipped in, unnoticed, behind them. As the maitre-de attended to the others, Cho-Wu sidled up to a coat rack and placed a tiny electronic bug under the collar of a fashionable suit jacket he’d seen one of his targets remove on arrival. He briefly looked around to make sure nobody had seen him, before leaving undetected. In the restaurant’s dining room, Cho-Wu’s unsuspecting targets, Kentbridge and Seventeen, dined together at a table for two. Seventeen pecked at her food while her superior addressed her in hushed tones.
