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"Only the half of it They don't want the illegal laborers escaping to the mainland It's part of the deal with corrupt Canadian officials"

They eed at the other end of the tunnel a operation The driver of the tractor curled the train of trailers onto a paved road that circled the great open pit that was the volcanic chute He pulled up beside a loading dock that ran along a low concrete building in the shape of a quonset hut, and stopped

Athe white attire of a chef under a furtrimmed overcoat opened a door to a warehouse where foodstuffs were stored He threave of greeting to Broadmoor "Good to see you, Mason

Your arrival is timely We're down to two cases of cod"

"We've brought enough fish to grow scales on your workers" Broadmoor turned and said in a low voice to Pitt, "Dave Anderson, the head cook for the uy but he drinks too much beer"

"The frozen-food locker is open," said Anderson "Mind how you stack the crates I found salmon mixed in with flounder your last trip It screws up my menus"

"Brought you a treat Fifty kilos of moose steaks"

"You're okay, Mason You're the reason I don't buy frozen fish from the mainland," the cook replied with a wide smile "After you've stored the crates, co for your people I'll write a check as soon as I've inventoried your catch''

The wooden crates of fish were stacked in the frozen food locker, and the Haida fishermen, followed by Pitt, thankfully tramped into the war line and were dished up eggs, sausages and flapjacks As they helped thee urn, Pitt looked around at the uards were conversing under a cloud of cigarette smoke near the door Close to a hundred Chinese raveyard shift filled up, ineers and superintendents sat at a round table that was set off in a s room

"Which one is your disgruntled employee?" he asked Broadmoor

Broad into the kitchen "He's waiting for you outside by the garbage containers"

Pitt stared at the Indian "How did you arrange that?"

Broad that don't require fiber optics"

Pitt did not question hiuards, he casually walked into the kitchen None of the cooks or dishwashers looked up as he h the rear door and dropped down the steps outside The big etables in the sharp, crisp air

He stood there in the cold, not sure what to expect