“Open that safe, but make sure you don’t destroy the contents,” Pak instructed Lieutenant Kim.
Kim slid off his backpack and pulled out his explosives, molding the plastique with his fingers, shaping the charge.
Sergeant Jae stuck his head in the door. “They are down a tunnel that is blocked by a steel door, sir!”
Pak nodded. “Blow the door and kill them.” Jae turned and sprinted away.
Pak checked his watch. Chong was most likely dead by now, along with Lim and his copilot. Song’s body was in the shaft. Nam had been killed in the first burst when they’d crossed the intersection, and Ho had been wounded, although not severely. Yong had a broken arm and Lee had sprained his knee. That left three wounded and four healthy men. Not good.
“Clear!” Kim yelled as he finished priming his charge.
He unraveled his det cord as they exited the unit. “Firing!” Kim pulled the igniter, and a soft burp of explosion echoed out the door. Pak walked in and checked the results. The door of the safe was off its hinges, the contents untouched. Pak pulled out the papers and leafed through until he found what he needed. Kim gathered his supplies. “I will assist Sergeant Jae.”
Pak nodded his concurrence, engrossed in translating the documents.
“What are you doing?” Devlin asked. They had secured the second door and now Riley was lining the tunnel ten feet in from the door with small white packages linked together with green cord.
“If they get through the first door and then get through this one, I’m going to blow the tunnel. That ought to stop them.”
“We’ll be trapped then!” Devlin exclaimed.
“If we don’t do it, we’ll be dead.”
A deep explosion sounded, reverberating down the tunnel. “That’s the first door,” Riley said grimly. He halted and waited, listening. A second, sharper explosion sounded, followed immediately by screams, faintly heard through the thick steel of the door. “That’s the Claymore. That’ll make them think twice about taking out this door.”
Pak looked at the mangled remains of Sergeant Jae. The corrugated steel tunnel had intensified the effects of the antipersonnel mine, channeling the thousands of ball bearings in a devastating tornado of death. Jae’s body had absorbed the majority of the impact, but some of the quarter-inch steel balls had gotten by him, and Yong’s right arm and leg were perforated. Sun had given Yong a shot of morphine and the screaming had stopped.
Kim came crawling back through the blood. “I can still blow the second door, sir.”
“I know.” Pak rubbed his chin. Someone in the news party certainly knew what he was doing. Pak had not expected such a fight. In fact, he had not expected any fight. He had been so concerned with simply getting here that he had not sufficiently war-gamed possible events upon arrival. Now was the time to cut his losses.
“Leave the door,” Pak announced.
Kim looked up at his team leader in surprise. “But they are still alive in there. Our orders are to leave no trace.”
Pak nodded grimly. “I know.”
Chapter 22
“General Woodson has been uncooperative, sir.”
Hodges scowled. “I want to know what they did down there! I gave you priority one for Glaston, and you have it for Woodson too.”
“Yes, sir.” The man turned and left.
Hodges aimed his black gaze at Weaver. “Anything from Falcon?”
“No, sir. There was another message forty-five minutes ago from Antarctica, but that was also eyes only for Parker.”
“Falcon has no idea why this Young woman is doing that?”
“No, sir.”
“Tell him to find out.”
“What the hell is going on?” Conner asked of no one in particular. She was slumped in a chair in the reactor room next to Devlin.
Riley was seated on the floor with his rifle near the tunnel entrance to the reactor. He held a fuse initiator in his hand. Sammy sat beside him, a pistol in her lap.
Swenson leaned against the thick glass separating them from the reactor core. “Well, we’re in a mess now,” he said.
“I’m surprised they haven’t blown the second door yet,” Riley remarked.
“Maybe they just wanted the bombs, and they’ve taken them and left,” Devlin offered hopefully.
“But how did they know the bombs were down here?” Conner wondered aloud. She was trying very hard not to think about the fact that Vickers, Kerns, and Lallo were dead. Since she hadn’t seen their bodies, it didn’t seem quite real.
“You must have a leak at SNN.” Riley’s words were spoken flatly.
Conner shook her head. “My messages about the bombs were encoded, and Parker is the only one who could have decoded them. You said these people spoke Korean. How could the Koreans have found out about this?”
“That really doesn’t matter now,” Devlin cut in. “We need to decide what we’re going to do.”
“Do?” Riley laughed bitterly. “There’s nothing we can do.”
“If they’re stealing the bombs, we need to stop them,” Devlin said, getting out of his chair.
Riley stood up and walked over. He thrust out the Ml6. “Here. You take this and go stop them. Of course, they’ve probably rigged that door on the other side just like I rigged it on this side. But, hey, I’m not going to stop you, if that’s what you want to do.”
Devlin didn’t take the weapon. “What do you suggest?”
“I suggest we sit tight for now.” Riley pointed at the three bags piled in the corner. “There’s food in those. Enough to last us a week or so. We also have three sleeping bags. Even if they turn off the power and we lose the heat, we’ll be able to survive until someone notices that you aren’t making contact on the radio and they come to see why. Or your support news team arrives.”
“Why did you put food and sleeping bags in here?” Conner asked. She’d noticed them when they’d first entered and had wondered about that.
“Just earning my money,” Riley replied. “Once you found those bombs and sent word back to Atlanta, I figured there was a chance we might get some visitors. I get paid to ‘what-if and ‘worst-case’ things. Except I didn’t expect our visitors would come in shooting. I was thinking more in terms of spooks from our own government. Your sister figured this room would be a good place to hole up until your support team got here and we could scare off the bad guys with publicity.
“If I’d known something like this was going to happen, I would have destroyed those PAL codes and instructions when we first found them. But I didn’t, and now we’re in here and they’re out there, and there isn’t a damn thing we can do about it.”
Riley pointed up. “There’s a hatch in the ceiling that probably opens onto an access tunnel to the surface, but there’s nothing up there for us either.”
“You said they spoke Korean,” Sammy said. “You mean they’re from North Korea?”
Riley’s answer surprised her. “I don’t know. Both North and South speak Han Gul. I’ve been to South Korea several times so I recognize the language. But those might be South Korean troops out there for all I know. There are a lot of people in the world who’d like to get their hands on a U.S.-made nuclear bomb and wouldn’t be too concerned about who they’d have to kill to do it.”
“But they’ll never get away with it!” Conner said. “I mean, how can they cover this up?”
Riley shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t even know how they got here. They couldn’t have landed a plane in that weather. Maybe they jumped, but if they did in those winds they’re better men than I. How they plan on getting away is something else I don’t know. But I can tell you one thing: whoever is in charge has thought of answers to those questions or those men wouldn’t be out there.”