Lori, Pam and Kim were now in the secure communications center in the embassy building in the Yongsan-Ku district of Seoul.
Confused and sitting by herself, Lori watched as the two Agency officers worked consoles and phones and related with the other workers in the room. She would have suspected much more high-tech equipment, but maybe that was in another part of the building.
Kim was tracking those chasing Jake and then giving the local police misinformation to make them go in the wrong direction. At least for a while.
Pam was on the phone with someone else, but Lori wasn’t sure who that could be.
She’d had enough. As a member of congress, officially she outranked all of these people. Lori hated to pull rank, but she would if they didn’t give her information soon.
“What’s going on?” Lori finally asked, exasperated.
The station chief turned away from her, one finger in the air as she talked on the phone.
Kim stepped toward Lori and said, “Ma’am, we’re trying to help Jake, but he’s gone underground. Literally. Into one of the underground arcades in the city. From there he can travel for blocks without coming up for air. It’s almost impossible to track the phone of the bad guy’s there. It’s a dead zone.”
“What about the police?” Lori asked.
“Initially we sent them to a false location in the Myeongdong district,” Kim said. “But then, once we were sure Jake was away, we put them on the correct location.”
Lori glanced about the room and nothing seemed to be happening, despite the activity. “Can’t we do more?”
Kim shrugged and shook his head in the negative.
“I know I’m just a civilian here,” Lori said, “but what ever happened to the concept of not leaving anyone behind? This man has given everything to his country. He deserves more.” Her words seemed to lose strength as she made her point. Now she was seconds from tears. Did Jake Adams mean more to her than she wanted to admit? Sure they had gone to high school together, and she had worked with Jake’s brother. Oh, and there was that whole making love at her hotel recently.
Pam finally got off her phone and said, “That was Kurt Jenkins. He’s authorized us to actively help Jake in any way we can.”
“Finally,” Lori said loudly. “Let’s go.”
The station chief raised her hands and then her voice when she said, “Not you congresswoman. Our boss was adamant that you remain here in the embassy for protection.”
“Why?”
“Are you serious?” Pam gave her an incredulous glare. “We can’t have a member of the House of Representatives hurt or killed on South Korean soil. Especially one of our delegation to six-party talks. That’s not gonna happen. Not on my watch.” She pointed to a female Army captain, a military attaché, and said, “She is not to leave this building. Understand?”
The Army officer, who looked like she lifted weights with the marine guards, sternly nodded her head. “Yes, ma’am.”
Pam gave a man at a console instructions and then she and Kim left in a hurry.
Lori took a seat at the edge of the room, feeling totally useless. She wished there was something she could do to help Jake.
30
Jake came to the end of a section of underground shops. His only choice was to go up. The Slavs were weaving their way through the crowd of shoppers nearly a block back.
As Jake started up the stairs, a man coming down ran into him…with his fist striking Jake in the side of his head. Jake had turned his head instinctively at the last second to avoid a strike to his face.
His head swirled as he tried to shake the cobwebs from his skull. Fighting on stairs was not easy. Jake recognized the man as the one he had knocked out less than an hour ago, just before his encounter with the Slavs and the North Korean intel officers.
When the Korean man tried a roundhouse kick, Jake was ready for it. He simply pivoted to his left on the stairs and swept the man’s leg out from under him, crashing his body onto the stairs and sending him all the way to the bottom.
Now Jake ran up the stairs, guessing the others would be close behind him. When he got to the top of the stairs, he glanced back down and saw the Slavs had picked the man up. They headed up the stairs after Jake.
On street level now, Jake saw his next move as if it was happening in slow motion for him. A line of five taxis, white and silver, sat against the curb. With the cold weather, all of them had their engines running. He smiled at that.
Rushing toward the first car in the line, a silver Hyundai Sonata, Jake nodded at the driver standing at the door smoking a cigarette.
Looking back again to make sure the Slavs knew where he was going, Jake simply grasped the man by his jacket and flung him aside, got behind the wheel after throwing his backpack on the passenger seat, and then he pulled away from the curb into light traffic.
He reached behind him to adjust the gun at his back. Then he pulled the 9mm Sig from his jacket pocket and set it into a cup holder.
Glancing back at the taxi stand, Jake saw the Slavs and others jump into a white taxi and race after him.
Now Jake put the pedal down, running the engine to the max and barely making the lights. In his rearview mirror, the white car ran the red lights and cars screeched to a halt, while others crashed to as the taxi closed the distance on Jake.
Seconds later and Jake’s pursuit vehicle was right at his bumper, nearly ramming into him. Were they willing to kill him? Or did they still want their information?
Smiling, Jake hit his brakes, smashing the two cars together. Then he slammed down on the gas and pulled away from them.
In this moment of tension, Jake had to laugh when he saw the meter click away. Even more humorous was what was showing on the big screen on the dash — a Korean game show of some sort. He touched the screen and a menu came up, but it was all in Korean. So he started hitting characters until the GPS map showed up. He zoomed out and could now see what was ahead of him, including traffic updates.
Time to isolate and finish this, Jake thought.
He drove fast enough to make it seem like he was trying to get away, but not fast enough to actually escape these men. When he got to an expansive park in the northern part of the city, he knew he was now in his element. He could survive in the urban jungle of nearly any city, but he had grown up in the forests of Montana. A forest was a forest.
Jake drove far enough ahead of the men to be able to stop, get out and run through the light covering of snow to the nearest trees. He found cover among a grove of pines, a berm in front of him. From his position he could see the taxi he had driven, and then the other one showed up and parked next to his.
Then the unexpected happened. A third car pulled up and four more people got out. That was at least eight bad guys, including the two Slavs. He pulled out his three guns and checked on the additional magazines. The math could work if he didn’t shoot too much. What did Toni say when they last met? ‘Make your shots count,’ or something close to that.
He shoved one Glock into his left pocket and the other into his right pocket. The acquired 9mm Sig he kept in his right hand.
Now he watched as the men fanned out. Their flashlights made them all nice targets, Jake thought. But Jake couldn’t afford to stay put. The men would simply surround him and wait until he ran out of bullets. No, he needed to be on the move. Shoot and run.
The first man to come close to Jake took a round to the chest, knocking him to the ground. Then Jake ran up to the man, picked up the guy’s flashlight and gun, and pretended to be one of them.