"You took one more trip to the Leased Territories—actually, across 
the Causeway, across Pudong, into the old city of Shanghai," Napier said, 
"where our surveillance machinery either malfunctioned or was destroyed by 
countermeasures. You returned several hours later with a chunk taken out of 
your arse." Napier suddenly slapped the paper down on his desk, looked up at 
Hackworth for the first time in quite a while, blinking his eyes a couple of 
times as he refocused, and relaxed against the sadistically designed wooden 
back of his chair. "Hardly the first time that one of H.M. subjects has gone 
for a nocturnal prowl on the wild side and come back having suffered a 
beating—but normally the beatings are much less severe, and normally 
they are bought and paid for by the victim. My assessment of you, Mr. 
Hackworth, is that you are not interested in that particular vice."