An alley strangled with tourists, gamblers, hookers, hustlers, and
con men - professional expatriates from the West mingling with
excited visitors from all over the world.
"NEW LAS VEGAS OFF THE COAST OF SEATTLE THURSDAY 0330
HOURS G.M.T. "
A Salesman with a chin-mike speaks non-stop, unintelligible
Chinese. A frenzied crowd gathers around him, waving money,
Two men sit at either end of a long table. They are in deep
shadows, facing each other. We only get glimpses of them: One fat.
Mirrored sunglasses. Chinese. His fingers tap on the table. A
cockroach scurries past. Ammo belts. A sheathed combat knife the
size of your arm. .45 automatics in holsters.
The other, dressed in black. An eye-patch. Dangerous. A flash of
two six-guns in holsters. A futuristic gunfighter. The cockroach
dashes past his fingers. WHAP! He squashes it.
The crowd goes nuts, placing bets, yelling and screaming in a
The salesman places three different shaped, clear shot glasses in
front of the two men. Then he leans over to...
A VAT OF POISONOUS SNAKES. He reaches in, grabs a cobra, pulls it
out. The cobra hisses and squirms. Deftly, the salesman continues
to talk non-stop into his chin-mike as he milks the cobra venom
into the first glass.
He pulls out an ice-pick, jabs it into the snake's throat, and
bleeds a thick green-white liquid into the second glass. Finally,
he slits open the cobra with a large knife, and cuts out the heart
and liver. Tossing aside the dead snake, the salesman squeezes the
heart and liver with his fingers. The juice drips into the third
Now the salesman stirs the glasses. The poison is clear. The blood
is milky-green. The heart and liver are red. He places the glasses
on the table between the two men.