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Miyatake walked his new bride around the deck of their transport. Budgets being what they were, they were making their way to their next posting by way of New York, then cross country to San Francisco, and then to Panama City. Since Biggles had completely forgotten to file his report, they were not going to be detained at the border.

He felt quite proud as a new husband. His wife was an evil mastermind in the making and he was going to make a big splash in the sabotage arena, himself. He felt happy that the powers in charge had seen fit to give them each a great posting in the thriving area of the Panama Canal. He was just a bit unsure of the budget, though. He had been told to set up a flower shop and fund operations from that. He idly wondered what had happened to all of the diamonds.

As they walked around the deck, they almost tripped over the strange little man who was trying to scrub the entire ship clean and counting to himself. Odd sort of person, that.

Looking up, he saw a peculiar looking plane pass overhead. If he didn't know better, he would have sworn that there was a boat welded to the bottom of the fuselage.



Back in Havana, Fidel Castro was trying to find out what had happened to the two spies who had offered to put him up as the figurehead of a fascist government. It had sounded like a good gig. Better than minor league baseball, at least. But they had disappeared as if into thin air. He sauntered along the quay, practicing his form when a random breeze blew a pamphlet into his face. Pulling it away, he started to read. Hmm, socialism and organization of the workers... He was especially intrigued with the section on parades.