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Either way, they might as well come from Home for all the sense we can make of what they say.” “We have to make them understand,” Liu Han said. “Once we do, the rot will start.” “Here’s hoping, anyhow,” Nieh said. Before Liu Han could answer, jet engines started howling low over Peking. Antiaircraft guns barked. Antiaircraft missiles took off with roaring whooshes. Bombs burst. The ground started to shake. Little waves shimmered in Liu Han’s bowl of broth and noodles. She picked it up. “I wish we had airplanes of our own,” she said. “The way things are, the little devils can hit us, but we can’t hit back.” “I know.” Nieh Ho-T’ing shrugged. “Nothing we can do about that, though. Molotov isn’t about to pack fighter planes on camelback, any more than he’s likely to send us landcruisers. But now, at least, we make the scaly devils pay a price when they use those things.” “Not enough,” Liu Han said. More bombs burst, some not very far away. 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