Throughout the early hours the phone lines around Limehouse were alive as information trickled in and plans were changed. Watchers were in place at all ports and airfields in the vicinity tasked with spotting and stopping the Colonel and his party.
Wun Lo found himself a good observation spot in a small storage shed at the small airfield at Heston, just a few miles from London. He had made contact with two Tong members employed as cargo handlers and the three watched for signs of Colonel Coleman, his servant, a girl of about 25, and possibly four others.
The pilot was still deep in conversation with a gentleman by the hangar doors, hopefully he would remain distracted whilst Chang did his work.
On the other side of the airfield Wun-Lo had finished his phone call, and was waiting for the reinforcements promised by Si-Lo.
And stopped, Ailerons were very stiff, he climbed out to check.
His fist shot out and his would be assailant fell to the ground, hearing footsteps behind, his lordship spun round, another Oriental.