Jay nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Hadden said, “That will take care of the immediate problem with the software, but I’m guessing that’s just the tip of a nasty iceberg. Meanwhile, the Chinese authorities have collected Mr. Leigh, courtesy of Mr. Chang, and we don’t know what Leigh knows, if anything, and what he will or won’t give up. So we are in something of a quandary. For Wu to risk what he’s risking by screwing around with us, we aren’t talking about a bunch of fraternity guys on a panty raid risking a demerit on their records. If this isn’t official — and we can’t see how it could be — and his government finds out, they’ll crucify him, since they are trying very hard to become a world power and, until that happens, be our best friend. They would lose great face, not to mention a boatload of trade, if it turns out Wu has some plan that involves blowing up something that belongs to us. We might blame them and drop a few big fire-crackers of our own on Beijing to indicate our displeasure.”
“We wouldn’t, though, would we?” Jay asked.
Hadden looked at him. “I would hope not, son, but I answer to a civilian, and given the nature of life in the world today, you never can tell. The thing is, given the stakes at risk, we have to know what Wu is up to, we don’t particularly want his bosses to know if they don’t already, and we can’t mess around with ambassadors and protocol to find out. If he’s warned, he might be able to cover his tracks.”
Colonel Kent spoke up. “Don’t you think grabbing Shing and Leigh will alert Wu?”
Hadden nodded. “Of course, but it couldn’t be helped.”
“Frighten a man holding a loaded gun and he also might pull the trigger,” Kent said.
“That thought had crossed our minds,” Hadden said. He looked at Kent. “How’s your Chinese, Abe?”
“Worse than my Portuguese, sir, and that’s pretty bad.”
“Brush up, Colonel. How soon can you be ready?”
“To get my team in the air? Forty-eight hours.”
“Which means you need half that, minus another thirty percent. The clock is ticking, Colonel.”
“Yes, sir.”
Outside, on the way back to their car, Jay said, “You’re serious? You are going to fly to China and kidnap a Chinese general?”
“That’s the idea.”
“But — why doesn’t the Army just use the spooks who got Shing? Or put a bug in the Chinese authorities’ ear?”
“Because Shing was easy. He had no security, and no reason to think he needed it. But you can bet that Wu knows we have his man, and that we know something, so a couple of CIA ops aren’t going to just waltz in and point guns at Wu and get him to come along with them.”
Commander Thorn added, “And remember, we don’t want the Chinese to know about this if we can help it. Our friendship with them is both new and iffy.”
“But why us? Why Net Force?”
Kent shrugged. “We’re qualified. I have the right people to do the job, and I’m already in the chain of command regarding this mess. The fewer people who know about it, the better. Bring in somebody else, that’s just more tongues that might accidentally wag someday.”
“Can you…?” Jay stopped.
“Get him? Probably. Thirty years ago, I built a deck for my aunt. Took me four days, morning to evening. I had to use a power saw and sander, square, level, posthole digger, measuring tape, and a lot of nails and screws, not to mention a bucket of sweat. About forty hours of solid work. The deck lasted for twenty years, then started to rot, so, then I went back to take it down for her.” He paused.
“It took me less than two hours and a pickax to turn the deck into a pile of scrap lumber.”
Jay looked puzzled. “Which, uh, means what?”
“It’s a lot easier to tear something down than it is to construct it. We can get to Wu. But it’s a whole bunch less work to shoot him than capture him in one useful piece.”
“You have to take him alive?” Jay said.
“If it comes to a choice of killing him or letting him get away, better dead than fled. Whatever he’s up to, if Wu joins his ancestors pushing up daisies, he won’t be causing us any more problems.”
“But if he’s not alone in this…” Thorn said.
“Which is why we would rather take him alive,” Kent said. “To be sure.”
Jay shook his head. “What a mess.”
“Welcome to the military, son,” Kent said. “Situation normal — all fouled up.”
34
Kent was going over his checklist, being methodical, but not dragging his feet. He had a lot of things to get done and not much time to do them.
His virgil bleeped. He answered it without looking at the caller ID.
“Kent.”
“Abe. John Howard.”
“General. What can I do you for?”
“I, uh, heard about your mission. I’m sending over a little something I thought you might find useful. Ought to be there any minute.”
“I appreciate that, John. I can use all the help I can get.”
“Break a leg, Abe. Preferably not your own.”
He discommed, and Kent did the same. He looked up to see a man in Net Force blues striding between the stacks of ammo boxes three meters high on either side of the row.
“Julio?”
“Colonel.”
“You have something for me from John Howard?”
“Yes, sir. That would be me, sir. If you want to reactivate me from reserve status, I have a leave of absence from General Howard to tag along.”
Kent grinned. “Consider yourself reinstated to active duty, Captain.”
“Yes, sir. Where shall I start?”
Kent handed him the list. “Here. Finish this, there’s plenty more to do. Welcome back, son.”
“Glad to be here, sir. Being a consultant was getting a little slow.”
“I hope you haven’t lost too many steps.”
“Me, too. But when it comes to shooting, I can still beat you, sir.”
“Now and then, son. Only now and then.”
Kent grinned again and hurried off to make sure his team was on schedule.
Locke made a number of phone calls. These conversations were very nearly the same, save for the names of the casino managers:
“Honorable Chan?”
“Yes?”
“This is Colonel Han, in charge of the local antiterrorist unit of the People’s Army. I have been instructed by Comrade General Wu, who, as I am sure you know, is honored to command the division of the People’s Army that protects Macao, to call you.”
“Wu, yes.”
“We have received intelligence, Honorable Chan, that indicates a terrorist plot to attack certain casinos.”
“What? When? How?”
“Unfortunately, sir, the specifics have yet to be determined. However, General Wu desires that a general warning be given to those who might be involved. Our information indicates that the terrorists, who are members of a secret and well-armed cabal, could launch an attack within weeks, perhaps even days.”
“We will increase our security immediately!”
“Sir, Comrade General Wu directs me to tell you that such a measure might be unwise. The terrorists are particularly violent and likely suicidal, and they will have weapons far superior to casino security officers or even those of the local police. Resistance by your security personnel could result in a bloodbath. None of us want to see dead tourists piled on the floor; that would be bad for international relations, and bad for business. Rather, in the event of such an attack — which we, of course, hope to thwart — your wisest course of action would be to call the Army. We have special antiterrorist teams standing by for instant deployment, stationed in hiding near the casinos. I have here the phone number, which is manned around the clock.”