Harris shook her head.
“Same here. But I think we’re about to find out.”
He pulled out after the Trooper, which was now rolling through the quiet neighborhood toward the Willamette River.
21
Darkness was starting to settle on the capitol across the Potomac as the lone, black Mercedes pulled up to the curb at the small park two blocks from the George Washington Memorial Parkway.
Stepping out to the pavement, Karl Oestreich, dressed in his finest gray suit, having come right from the White House, closed the door behind him and locked it electronically.
General Wayne Boles stood fifty yards up a small hill and barely acknowledged the Chief of Staff’s arrival. His arms hung behind his back in a near parade rest. Unlike his old friend, he wore khaki pants and a Washington Redskins windbreaker.
“This better be good,” Oestreich said as he made his way up the hill.
When the Chief of Staff reached the retired general, Boles finally said, “Why don’t you make a little more noise? I don’t think they heard you over in Georgetown.”
“Hey, this cloak and dagger shit was your idea,” Oestreich said. “What’s up?”
Boles shifted his head about as a jogger passed on the road below. “Our man in China.”
“Adams?”
“Right. He hasn’t made contact since leaving Beijing.”
Oestreich laughed under his breath. “I thought he was an obstinate bastard. Shouldn’t come as a surprise to you.”
“Yeah, but there was a problem with one of our agents in Harbin.”
“Where the fuck is that?”
“Manchuria…Northern China,” Boles said. “The Agency recruited him out of Stanford.”
“So, what’s the problem?”
Boles hesitated. “He got himself killed.”
“Great. Any fallout on our end?”
The general shook his head. “But we got reports that the police are after a Chinese woman accompanied by an American man. They were seen leaving the scene.”
Oestreich turned and looked across the Potomac as the last light faded from the Washington Memorial. “Sounds like a typical Chinese set up to me. Kill the contact and grab the patsy who shows up next. I take it the woman is working for us as well?”
“Yeah. Also recruited from Stanford. The three of them were to drive north to the site.”
“Call them off.”
“But…”
“Just do it,” the Chief of Staff said. “Their mission must have been compromised. Let me guess. The agent was tortured.”
Boles didn’t say a word.
“Then Adams is probably fucked.”
“Karl, we need this info. We can’t afford to pull him.”
The Chief of Staff thought about it. “Adams is good. But what if that dead agent said where they were heading? They’d be waiting for him to show his face. And, having seen satellite shots of that region, Adams will stick out like a black man in Alaska. Which reminds me…we got a problem there as well.”
“I heard. Lone gunman?”
“Still not sure. The air force security police filled him so full of lead he’s likely to be the next Superfund site.”
Boles laughed. “Anybody ever tell you you’re a master of overstatement?”
“Just my fuckin’ liberal lesbian sister. How we gonna help Adams in Manchuria?”
“I’m working on it,” Boles said, smiling and raising his brows.
“Is this one of those plausible deniability scenarios? Better I don’t know all the details?”
Hunching his shoulders, Boles said, “The Agency in China is wrapped tighter than a Baptist virgin. Let us handle it.”
“Good. I got a dinner party.”
“Over at the Hilton?”
Oestreich turned to Boles. “Christ you got my entire schedule?”
“Someone’s gotta keep track of our public officials.”
The Chief of Staff laughed as he walked down the hill.
The general waited for the Mercedes to pull away and then retrieved his cell phone from his pocket and punched in the long number overseas.
When a man finally answered, he said, “Do it.” Then he flipped his phone shut and glanced across the Potomac at the buildings of power. They had a saying in the Air Force. ‘Whatever it takes.’ They were words he lived by even now.
22
The trek through the snowy mountains had become even more difficult as Jake and Su had gotten closer to the Chinese military site. They had been forced to turn off their light, and, since they didn’t have night vision equipment, they had to rely on the occasional flicker of moon through swirling clouds to guide them for a few unencumbered steps. Needless to say, the going had been slow.
They had pulled a thin winter camo shell from Su’s backpack and stretched it over their other clothes, cinching ties at their ankles and wrists, the white, gray and green shades allowing them to blend into their surroundings. This wouldn’t help much in the darkness, but once it got light again, they would be almost impossible to spot among the trees. The camo would do nothing, however, should the Chinese military use infrared binoculars, Jake knew.
Now they sat, exhausted, on a precipice among thick firs overlooking an enormous compound that Jake was sure would show up on satellite photos. But what would they see? There was a large dome that, by every stretch of the imagination, would appear as a huge telescope. The largest building resembled a monastic temple. There were at least a half a dozen other buildings with snow-covered roofs, that, from the air, would appear to be nothing more than barracks or dormitories, depending on the interpretation of the analyst. Glancing around the entire compound, which was not enclosed by a tall fence with razor wire, or any fence at all that he could see, Jake noticed all of the vehicles were civilian. In fact, those walking from building to building wore clothes much like those he had gotten from Su’s uncle. No military uniforms at all.
“Are we at the right place?” Jake asked Su softly.
She nodded her head.
“I don’t see any military here? There are no weapons.”
“There’s one road in,” she said. “I would guess there’s a check-point at least a mile down the mountain. It would look like a Hutong from the air. Nothing more. But they would stop anyone wanting to go up the mountain. Not that anyone would want to.”
“Why not?”
“They think the people are stupid,” she said, her eyes still focused on the compound below. “They see the military arrive in the village by train. Then there are no more military in town. Where do they go each day?”
Jake smiled. “They change into civilian clothes and come up here. But why all the secrecy?”
“That’s why we’re here,” Su said.
That got Jake thinking. And he should have kicked himself for not thinking of it sooner. He opened his backpack and pulled out the digital camera that the Think Tank man, Steve Anderson, had given him. The camera had an infra-red feature. He could take a photo in the darkness, without flash, and then view it on the back. Although he wouldn’t be able to see much through the lens, he hoped the viewer would reveal something.
After messing with the buttons to make sure the flash would not go off and reveal their position, Jake aimed the camera and took a shot.
“I’ve never seen a camera like that,” Su said. “What does it do?”
Instead of answering, Jake shifted closer to her and showed her the image in the back of the camera. He had taken a shot of the dome in high quality setting.
“Wow. That’s nice.”
Jake had to agree. The image looked almost like day.
Then Jake got another idea. He dug down into his bag and pulled out the phone.