The Oktonian woman turned up at seven. I had rescheduled my lessons to fit better into my day. Nothing special happened. I was lying low in that department for the time being. I dressed in civilian clothes. At eight o'clock reception called me and informed me a Mr. Feng was there to see me. I told them to send him up to my room.
He was a slim short man in his late thirties, early forties with distinct Chinese features and very intelligent penetrating eyes.
"Sit down Mr. Feng, would you like a drink? A beer perhaps?"
"Not Mr. Feng, just Feng please. A beer would be lovely."
I joined him in a beer and lit a cigarette.
"Oh good," he said, "I take it you don't mind me smoking either?"
I offered him a cigarette.
"So, what can I do for you Major Walters?"
"For a start you can call me Frank. Then I want you to sweep this room for bugs."
"You won't find any bugs here, Frank. I look after the surveillance gear in this hotel. The Oktonians aren't very good at this sort of thing. I'd know if something like that went on. Arden told me you had a job for me."
I showed him the shagging room. He didn't even blink. Maybe he had seen something like it before.
I want one or more cameras in here that show what goes on on this platform," I said.
"Is that what I think it's for?" he asked.
"If you think this thing is for fucking you are absolutely right."
"Good, that's not a problem. I suggest two cameras, one here and one here. A small computer to store the inputs, programmable as to timing. There is enough storage on the device to hold a week's worth of recordings, non stop. Is that acceptable?"
