Irving Waters

THE WUHAN MISSION

A CONSPIRACY THRILLER

MISSION COVID-X

AKA:

“The Wuhan Mission”

This is an identical book under a new name:

‘The Wuhan Mission.’

This publisher expressed to me that this book, with its original title, did not comply with their guidelines. As a result they did not wish to offer the book for sale.

“Due to the rapidly changing nature of information around the COVID-19 virus, we are referring customers to official sources for health information about the virus. Please consider removing references to COVID-19 for this book.”

Section 1

Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, descriptions of those characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Chapter 1

Xue Lin

The morning smog over Wuhan was worse than usual as Xue Lin biked through the spiderweb of streets to work. It had been four months since she had arrived here and begun working as a lab assistant at the Wuhan Institute of Virology. It was dull work, mostly repetitive data entry, but she didn’t care too much as she had other things on her mind.

Her boss, Doctor Wu had made numerous passes at her but she had always let them slide. His thinly veiled advances showed her his weakness. It made him malleable, easily manipulated. Dr. Wu was in charge of the Biosafety Level IV Facility which was guarded by two armed members of China’s Ministry of State Security. None of the lab assistants were allowed into that section of the building. Only Wu had clearance to get through that particular door.

Her bike’s brakes squealed as she stopped at the traffic light next to the Exotic Food Market. She always felt so disgusted as she passed the market because the stall on the corner was a dog vendor. She loved dogs, and the appalling scene of caged dogs and steel drum cookers and welding torches often made her gag.

After two more sets of lights, she arrived at the Institute. She parked her rusty bike and entered the building, greeting no-one on the way in, as was her way. She had managed to stay relatively anonymous despite her good looks. She always tied her hair up in a bun with steel chopsticks and she wore thick rimmed glasses, no makeup, loose fitting black cargo pants and running shoes. Her appearance of course was not enough to put off her boss Dr. Wu who liked to lean over her and smell her hair as she worked. She neither encouraged, nor put a halt to his subtle but clumsy moves. Always in control, she knew just how much to allow before swiveling her chair to face him, throwing him off balance.

Xue Lin had been orphaned at the age of five, but as she was a very cute little girl, she had soon been adopted by an American couple who had been working in Beijing in the nineties.

Doctor Wu had been running the Biosafety Level IV Facility for nearly a year, and was obviously making good money as he drove a nice car and had sent his twenty year old daughter to New York City to study. He talked about her often: ‘what shopping she had done and how much her education was costing’. He was clearly very proud of her.

As the head honcho, each day he patrolled the whole Institute of Virology checking on everyone’s work, but his office and lab were in the Biosafety Level IV Facility deeper into the building. He never mentioned his own work to anyone. All that anyone knew was that he was experimenting on mice and primates that were occasionally replaced, as the dead subjects were incinerated.

This morning, as Dr. Wu arrived at the Institute building, Xue Lin appeared to be working diligently in her cubicle. He eyed her suspiciously. He was quite surprised to see her there before any of the other lab assistants, it was only 8:15am.

He passed by Xue Lin’s cubicle, and he greeted her informally standing behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder. She swiveled into him slowly, without pulling him off balance, and looked up at him with a coy smile.

“Good morning Doctor Wu! How are you feeling today?”

“I am fine, Xue Lin. Your smiling face always gives me hope for a better world.”

Xue Lin drew his attention to her computer where there was an administrative botch-up that she had made. He bent over her, even closer than usual. She winced a little at the stale smell of cigarettes and his night’s drinking binge. She used her scissors to snip his lanyard and slid his security pass into her lab coat pocket.

“I’m just going to make a cup of tea. Would you like one?” she asked Dr. Wu as she stood up and offered him her desk chair, so that he could more comfortably work on the administrative bungle that she had made especially for him.

“Yes, Xue Lin, that would be wonderful, thank you honey.”

Xue Lin went out past security to her locker and grabbed her backpack, throwing it on, then moved back up the hall to the metal detector. The metal detector beeped as she walked through it. The security guard came around the machine towards her.

Xue Lin pulled her chopsticks out of her hair and took two large strides launching herself at him, taking him to the ground with her legs around his torso, pinning his arms to his sides. He tried to reach for his pistol but she plunged the chopsticks into his neck, and then with both hands she gripped the two chopsticks together and drove them into his heart.

Chapter 2

The Chairman

One Year Earlier

China had experienced many rebellions and uprisings throughout the centuries. The Communist Government was still poised ‘with military hammer lifted’ waiting to crush any opposition from the enormous population it wished to control. The number of ‘mass incidents’ had been growing almost exponentially over the past three decades. In 1989 the Tiananmen Square protest had been successfully crushed with military force, killing thousands of protesters, but the Government’s hard-line methods caused an international uproar, and public dissent was still high.

The Communist Party was struggling to control the flow and content of information. The internet was full of reasons for the population to rise up. In 1997 when Hong Kong was being handed back to China by the British after 100 years of capitalistic freedom, the population fell suddenly under the rule of the Communist Party. A bold population was a dangerous force. Mass surveillance was now in play, but control needed to be absolute. The Government debated new tools to intimidate, scare and potentially lock down the people and possibly even cull parts of the growing mass of people living on its soil.

The Chairman of the Central Military Commission, Xi Jinping deeply desired a new way to control the vast ocean of people. His predecessor, Chairman Deng Xiaoping had brought down martial law like a sledge hammer, and incredibly, the detail that the foreign devils remembered was the ‘tank man’ citizen standing in front of a tank column, stopping them in their tracks. The photo that went around the world embarrassing the Chinese Government. Clearly something new was needed.

Dr. Wu’s terrifying meeting with Chairman Xi Jinxing happened in January 2019 when Dr. Wu was summoned to an empty restaurant by a party official and made to wait an hour nursing a cup of hot water with just a few green tea leaves in it. Dr. Wu smoked half a packet of cigarettes while waiting, a nervous wreck. He knew that the Chairman was one of the most powerful men in China and could have him put in a cell for the rest of his life, or worse.

Chairman Xi Jinxing was responsible for the disappearance of dissidents and wayward lawyers, and he’d had parts of history wiped from the books. He had even banned pictures of Winnie the Pooh after the character was used to mock him.

The Chairman walked into the restaurant with six guards in black suits. Dr. Wu pulled himself to his feet, stubbing out his thirteenth cigarette, and bowed deeply, stammering a weak greeting. The Chairman sat himself down heavily in the chair opposite him at the large ornate table and indicated to the staff to bring food and the usual dangerous beverage in small shot glasses that they were both accustomed to drinking on such occasions.

“You are a man of strength. You are clever. Brilliant. Healthy!” said the Chairman.

“Men like you and me do not celebrate getting older. We celebrate getting better. Am I correct?”

“Yes, yes” smiled Dr. Wu nervously, looking with embarrassment at the ashtray he had completely filled to overflowing.

“I believe,” continued the Chairman, “that lessons often appear in the form of mistakes or failures. And yet the only real mistake is ‘not learning the lesson.’”

We know that we have learned the lesson when our actions change.

“Tiananmen Square was such a mistake. Chairman Deng Xiaoping taught us a great lesson that day: ‘Brute force cannot create lasting peace. You need willing cooperation.’”

“Very wise sir, very wise” Dr. Wu nodded, wondering where he was going with his obtuse line of conversation.

“Death is not sad. The sad thing is that most people do not really live at all”

The Chairman’s eyes were piercing. Dr. Wu was quite terrified.

“The party needs you! The party requires you to do a job for the good of China. Your success in this endeavor will change the history of our great country! Do you wish to know what it is that am asking you to do?”

“Yes of course, sir,” replied Wu, not wanting to know in the least.

“The party needs two things from you: You must build a question… and an answer!” The Chairman smirked at Wu knowingly. Dr. Wu looked quizzically back at him.

“The question you will build must ask: ‘are you strong enough to survive?’ The answer that you will build: ‘Yes, but only with the help of the Communist Party.’”

Dr. Wu felt his shirt sticking to his back. He already had an idea of what the Chairman was asking.

“But I am m-merely a scientist,” stuttered Wu.

“You are much more than that. You are a famous virologist and a genius! I merely want you to continue the work that was done in the lab in recent years; work that was funded by a wealthy American. The final product that we were hoping for was never perfected. You must pick up where the scientists before you left off. You will build a new virus and a vaccine. This virus must kill only the weak and the elderly. The vaccine will protect others from falling sick from the virus. We will need a cure; an ‘antidote’ to give those of us who must not under any circumstances fall ill.”

“Yes sir, a virus and a vaccine and an antidote, I understand sir.”

The food began to arrive in quantity and the Chairman began to eat skilfully from a plate that contained slices of succulent duck.

“You see Dr. Wu, the people have forgotten that the party protects them, both from the outside world and from themselves, and we must remind them of this! You will remind them!”

“Yes sir, I will do that. It may take me twelve months to accomplish the tasks. There have been failures in the past. I will not fail, but I need time,” said Dr. Wu, regaining some composure. He knew what a task like this required.

“Dr. Wu, you will have everything and everyone that you need at the Wuhan laboratory. I trust that it will take less than a year. We have other projects of a technological nature in the pipeline that will be depending on your success.”

“Will you please eat something Dr. Wu?” spluttered the Chairman as he slurped up a soup dumpling.

“Gan Bei!” He held up his rice wine, and their little glasses clinked.

“To your success and the glory of the Chinese Communist Party!”

Dr. Wu drank the strong alcohol, hoping that it would stop his hands from shaking.

The Chairman spouted a random collection of pointless parables as he chewed, often spitting as he spoke. Doctor Wu was extremely relieved when the meal finally came to an end and the Chairman left the restaurant with his guards.

Once seated in the back of his limo, the Chairman pulled out his phone and made a call.

“Mister Secretary!”

“Hello Mr. Chairman,” the Secretary of the Communist Party answered, his phone on speaker. He was in his limo on the way home from a business dinner.

“Mr. Secretary, have you ever heard the saying: ‘You do not DO anything, / You SEE it done and it IS,’” the Chairman said, dramatically overemphasizing words.

“Yes Mister Chairman, I have heard that saying,” he lied, assuming that the Chairman had made it up.

“We now have the best virologist in China working at the Institute of Virology in Wuhan taking China towards the Party’s goal.” Stated the Chairman, proudly.

“That is very good news Mister Chairman. You refer to Doctor Wu I presume.”

“Indeed I do!” boomed the voice of the Chairman over speakerphone.

“It’s beginning to come together” he continued,

“Any man has the capacity to find the gate and pass through. Very few are moved to do so, and fewer are interested” finished the Chairman. “We shall talk soon Mister Secretary”.

“Zài Jiàn,” they both said, handing up.

The driver, Jimmy, smoothly pulled the limo into the Secretary’s driveway, smiling to himself. The CIA would pay for this information. He needed to feed the monster if he was to keep getting paid.

Chapter 3

Jimmy Chin

Jimmy Chin had been working as a Central Security agent in Beijing, assigned to the Secretary. He had been a sergeant in the People’s Liberation Army and had been moved to the Government ‘plain clothes’ branch by a General who once knew Jimmy’s father. Conditions were much better than in the army, but the pay was still quite low. He’d undergone extra training before crossing over. They taught him to disarm all manner of assailants with any kind of weapon. He’d memorized a new manual of operation protocols and verbal codes, and had run countless drills with other trainees. He was extremely well qualified for all kinds of work in the field.

Jimmy had no wife, no kids, no girlfriend. He was a solid agent as far as the Government branch of the PLA were concerned.

Jimmy loved all things Western. He loved American music, the movies, the way the girls looked. He wanted to live there one day. He had been learning English in his spare time, mostly by watching movies.

The first time he was contacted by the American, Marcus Roet, an officer from the CIA, was after he’d been given the job of guarding the Secretary. Roet had offered him a hundred thousand a year in a US bank account just to keep his ears open and to report back to him every week. Jimmy was all about the dollar signs, and wanted a better life. He hadn’t been sucked in by all the Chinese propaganda and he’d seen all those Chinese industrialists get rich while he risked his life for a crappy salary. The rich little Chinese princesses were not interested in a guy like him. No money, no nice clothes. He had never traveled. Jimmy felt like he had a lot to offer a girl. He was being held back. Marcus Roet offered him a leg up and he grabbed the opportunity and at every possible chance he turned that opportunity upside down and shook it to see what more he could get out of it.

Jimmy was one of the Secretary’s special forces guard team, and was also his driver. He drove a Hongqui Sedan, or as it was known in unofficial circles, a ‘Red Flag Limo’. Jimmy was privy to all kinds of conversations, particularly of interest to Marcus Roet were those between the Secretary and the Chairman.

Roet occasionally would ask Jimmy to do some physical jobs, including a couple of ‘wetwork’ jobs. When he had extra work from Roet, there would appear an extra deposit in his US bank account, negotiated in advance of course.

The Secretary was paranoid about cell phone radiation. It was possible that he knew something that no-one else did. In any case, the Secretary always used speaker-phone and held the phone away from his head. This meant that Jimmy could always hear both sides of the conversation.

Tonight, as he drove the Secretary home from a restaurant in Beijing, he overheard the Chairman telling the Secretary about some virus that a Doctor Wu was working on. It seemed like valuable intel, so Jimmy called Marcus as soon as he got home to his modest Government apartment in Beijing. Marcus had provided Jimmy with a secure phone that he hid under the fridge. He had to jack the front of the fridge up with a crowbar to get it out.

“Yo! My brother! It’s Jimmy.”

“Yes, I can tell, Jimmy, you have a bit of an accent” said Roet sarcastically.

“The Chairman told my boss over the phone that some Doctor Wu was working on a new a virus.”

“Thank you Jimmy. I shall look into it. If you can find out in what city this Doctor Wu lives and works, that would be helpful. I’ll be in touch soon. Anything else interesting?”

“New iPhone coming out soon!” Jimmy said, rather stupidly.

“Ok Jimmy, you take care.”

Roet hung up abruptly and scratched his head.

“Another virus. It was going to be like 2003. SARS again,” he thought to himself, concerned.

He picked up the phone on his desk: “It’s Marcus. Can you look up Chinese passports that have entered the country with the surname Wu within the last ten years. Run it against known scientists in China. See how many names come up. We can narrow it down from there.

Chapter 4

Marcus Roet

Marcus Roet was a career CIA officer who had nasty streak. At the age of fifty-three he was still a platinum blonde but the striking colour of his hair was negated by his somewhat feminine yet ferret-like facial features. He was mutually disliked at the agency, and had a string of dead assets to his name, mostly due to his own negligence. He had graduated near the bottom of his class, but his father’s connections had been instrumental in pushing him into his first job at the agency, and his subsequent promotions above talented and more accomplished officers had not gone unnoticed by his colleagues.

Roet didn’t particularly like Jimmy. They had never met, but Jimmy called regularly with intel about what the Chinese Government was up to. Jimmy’s intel was usually quite useful and therefore valuable to the CIA, so Roet managed to rationalize to his superiors the significant funds he required to run Jimmy as an asset. One of the CIA accountants had begun a secret audit of Roet’s accounts as there had been more than a few red flags. The truth was that Marcus had been characteristically rude to the accountant recently in the elevator and the accountant had decided to start paying close attention to his finances.

Roet’s attention was now focused upon Jimmy’s recent intel. The news about work on a new virus was concerning and Roet had already started to try and work out the identities of the principals involved.

The call that he’d been waiting for came through.

“Marcus here.”

“We had thousands of Wu’s in the last ten years. Over five hundred were scientists.”

“Seems like a lot,” quipped Roet. “It’s a big window of time. Want me to narrow it?”

Marcus thought for a moment, and said: “Try biologist, then virologist”

“OK, biologist, 10 years, still hundreds… um… virologists we have… had… only seven.”

“Do a search for ‘family of.’ We are looking for ‘F1 student visas’.”

“Right. Looking at ‘student visas,’ surname Wu, virologist, and we have a Miss Ning Wu, currently enrolled at New York University.

Could be the one I’m looking for. Call NYU admissions and get them to send everything they have on her. Copies of enrollment forms, home address. Most importantly I need to know who her father is.

“On it!” then Marcus hung up.

Roet hoped that Jimmy might come up with something concrete on Dr. Wu.

The agency would have to try to put one of their own operatives in with Wu as soon as they could find him. This would all take some time and preparation.

Roet answered his desk phone: “This is Marcus.”

“NYU admissions confirms a current Masters student, Miss Ning Wu. Her enrollment forms contain her apartment address, her father’s current home address in Beijing, phone number and some of his other details. Immigration says that he visited the United States only once with his daughter to look at schools three years ago. Profession was listed on his landing card as ‘scientist’, but listed on the daughter’s University entrance form as ‘Virologist’. Guess she was trying to impress the entrance committee.”

“Send me everything!” said Roet and hung up.

Chapter 5

Jimmy Is Summoned

Jimmy ironed his black suit. His alarm had gone off at seven but he was already awake, thinking about the day ahead. He had been summoned to the Chairman’s office for a meeting. Jimmy had never been in the Chairman’s office before, but he imagined it was like one of those scenes in the American President’s Oval Office he’d seen on some of his pirated movies. He had not been told what the meeting was about.

On his way in in, Jimmy pulled his car over and double parked next to his favorite breakfast vendor. He ordered the fermented mung bean juice and some deep fried pastries.

As Jimmy chewed, he thought about the possible trouble that he might be in. Some of the things he had done during his time as a Government employee were Capital offenses. He had spied for the Americans, he had even killed a couple of people for them. If the Government looked further into what he had been doing, they would be pushing bamboo shoots under his fingernails in no time. Knowing his Government, it would probably be a very long and painful death.

He kept chewing and then washed down the glutinous mixture in his mouth with some acidic mung bean juice. “Delicious!” he thought to himself, “I hope they have mung beans in America.”

Jimmy passed his ID out the driver side window of his car to the guard at the gate, and she had a good long look at it while the guard in the box called ahead to verify Jimmy’s appointment. They waved Jimmy through, raising the gate.

As Jimmy parked and went through security, he started to sweat. The Chairman’s assistant told Jimmy to take a seat until the Chairman was ready for him. He looked at the assistant’s pretty face. She could have been a model if she had wanted to. She was probably the daughter of a senior official, so he didn’t attempt any small talk with her. Before long the door opened inward and his current boss, the Secretary of the Party, was there in the doorway shaking hands with the Chairman, looking just a little bit peeved. As he left the office he threw a glance at Jimmy that was impossible to interpret. Jimmy’s face was already perspiring noticeably.

The Chairman motioned for Jimmy to come in, closing the door behind them both and walking over to the small bar on wheels containing crystal glasses and bottles of high end liquor.

“Scotch Whisky?”

“No thank you sir. I am a bourbon man.”

“Very well, Jimmy. Bourbon for you,” the Chairman replied, smirking and picking up the Jack Daniels that Jimmy could see had the word ‘monogram’ on the label.

Jimmy thought to himself: “Ah the good stuff.”

As he poured Jimmy’s drink and then his own, the Chairman said deliberately:

“We only have to travel down the road for the next mile, and if we are willing to go step by step, we can reach any goal, no matter how far it seems, just by focusing on immediate, reachable goals.”

Jimmy nodded and watched the Chairman’s face intently, hoping for an indication of what the hell he was talking about.

“The reason you are here today,” the Chairman continued, “is that you have been assigned a special job. You are moving on. You are relocating to the Hubei Province. More precisely, its capital, Wuhan. You will be my eyes and ears in Wuhan where I have some special projects going on. From time to time you will be assigned extra jobs. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir.”

“You will be provided with a car, new clothes, a much better salary, and most importantly, more responsibility.”

“Yes sir.” Jimmy said, nodding, poorly concealing his excitement and relief.

“I need you to be down there in Wuhan by Monday. You are to report directly to me on a regular basis.”

“Yes sir.”

“That is all Jimmy. You have the rest of this week to make any preparations you need for the move. You are relieved from your duties serving the Secretary.”

“Thank you sir.”

The Chairman raised his glass, and yelled “Gan Bei!” throwing back his whisky.

Jimmy then followed suit and hurled the expensive bourbon down his throat. His eyes watered.

“Xiè xiè! Zià Jiàn!” Jimmy said, as he saluted formally and turned officially to walk out, closing the heavy door behind him politely.

Chapter 6

Jimmy’s New Place

Jimmy returned home and immediately called Roet.

“Hi-ya Boss, it’s me Jimmy. What’s up with you bro?”

“Hello… Jimmy…” Marcus Roet’s snide voice crackled over the secure line on Jimmy’s phone. Jimmy talked quickly and excitedly:

“I found your ‘Doctor Wu.’ He is in Hebei Province. Wuhan. Easy for white man to remember right? Doctor Wu, in Wuhan, hahahah.”

Jimmy paused, waiting for a reaction, but could just hear Roet waiting silently for him to continue.

“Dr. Wu doing something real special. Some shady shit. I could try to get myself reassigned to keep an eye on him, but it’s gonna be tough. Have to bribe a couple of people to make it happen, but I can do it for sure. Gonna cost you fifty grand to have your favorite guy Jimmy in Wuhan. You can do that right? 50K easy for you,” Jimmy’s lies came easily.

Roet was smiling on the other end of the line. “I can maybe get you forty grand, but that’s going to have to be enough for now. I’ll make the transfer tomorrow. When do you think you might start there?” asked Roet.

“I can be there by the end of the week. Kicking it in Wuhan baby.”

“Confirm when you know. I’ll be standing by.” Roet said before hanging up.

Dancing his arms around in the air, Jimmy said out loud: “OK boss, thank you for giving me all your muNNNy.”

*

Jimmy had been living in a small modestly furnished apartment provided by the Government while he was on the security team of the Secretary in the nation’s capital. The move to Wuhan was simple and easy for Jimmy as he didn’t own any furniture and had very few belongings. The moment he was notified that the Government had assigned him the new apartment in Wuhan, he drove himself straight there. It all happened very quickly, probably because the Chairman had given the directive. Jimmy’s twelve hour drive took him south through picturesque rural areas. He listened to the American pop music playlists stored lovingly on his phone connected via bluetooth.

As he drove through the countryside, Jimmy ran through future lists of things he would buy if he managed to get out of China and change his identity in America. Of course he would be considered a dissident and there would be Chinese spies trying to find him. Maybe he could even work for the CIA, hopefully with a different boss than Roet, who was obviously a total racist asshole. Lucky he paid well and was also quite stupid. ‘Probably got his job through contacts’ Jimmy thought.

Jimmy parked his dusty car on the street in an inner neighborhood of Wuhan and followed the walking map on his phone to his new place. He opened the lockbox on the wall of his new apartment building and pulled out the apartment keys that had been left there for him. He was on the top floor, but there was a modern elevator.

Opening the door of the apartment Jimmy smiled. This was a big upgrade from the crappy place he’d been stuck in in Beijing. A real bachelor pad. Nice view of the city in two directions. He opened the fridge. Empty. The mattress was new, with a set of new bedding still in its plastic sitting on the bed. The security system was not bad, but he would have to make some improvements. He’d call his friend in town, the Tool Man. This guy was even better than the tool supplier in Beijing, and he was a good friend.

Jimmy made two trips to the car and he was all moved in. He opened the wardrobe and saw three new designer suits, all in his size. On the desk was a military grade laptop which he opened and hit the space bar. The file on Dr. Wu was already open, so Jimmy, still standing, leaned forward on the desk and read through the file aloud to himself.

“Wife died in 2003, leaving one daughter, Ning Wu, currently studying at New York University.”

The file went on, with Dr. Wu’s resumé, his movements over the last forty years, his few transgressions which were very minor, the names of his friends, addresses and phone numbers. Dr. Wu was very much a good citizen. A good worker.

“Should not be any trouble at all.” Jimmy thought to himself.

*

Jimmy picked up his phone and called Roet.

“Yo Boss, I’m all set up in Wuhan. Thanks for depositing the dough.”

“You are welcome Jimmy. I hope you did not draw attention to yourself. Did they assign you there or did you do something dumb to get yourself posted there?”

“Yeah man, no it was all legit! The Chairman needed someone he could trust to keep an eye on Doctor Wu. Nobody else signed up but me so he put me on him. I’m supposed to keep tabs on him and to make sure he don’t make no new friends, no hookers, no bars. Maybe twist his arm sometimes. Don’t really know yet.”

“Well done Jimmy. Good work. Now I need you to find out if your Doctor Wu has a daughter in New York. We are still connecting the dots. We need to confirm him at your end.”

“OK boss! Two thousand dollars you can do? I have to pay people off for info. Intel not cheap. Risk my life you know?”

Roet was silent for a moment.

“Very well Jimmy, I will deposit it after you call me with the intel about the daughter.”

“Ok Boss, I’m here for ya.”

“Check in with me if you have any more specific news about what Wu is working on.” Roet hung up.

Jimmy felt like this was all too easy ripping off the CIA. He was always ahead of the game. Marcus Roet was always paying him to do things he had already done. It was perfect. He was going to be rich when he got to America.

Jimmy headed out to do buy some instant noodles and beer at the supermarket that he’d noticed around the corner. He needed to wait an hour before calling Roet back with the intel about the daughter. Another two grand in the bank without breaking a sweat.

*

A few hours later, Roet’s phone rang, it was Jimmy on the line again.

“Yo Boss! Dr. Wu has a daughter at NYU. Her name is Ning Wu. Easy to remember, Ning, like New York.” Jimmy’s voice came over loud and clear.

“Excellent news! That’s what we needed Jimmy,” said Roet, relieved to finally have some reliable and actionable intel on the asset’s daughter.

“No problem Boss. You put the money in the bank, yes?”

“Yes, Jimmy, you will get paid today. Check your US account in twenty-four hours. Money will be there. Make sure you don’t spend a cent of it there in China. Any activity on this account will get you a one way ticket to a Chinese jail. We cannot have that Jimmy. You understand?”

“Sure Boss. Don’t sweat it. I’m all good here. I spend money when I come to America.”

Roet hung up abruptly, not caring to talk to Jimmy any more than he had to.

Chapter 7

Ning Wu

The sun shone through Ning Wu’s white IKEA curtains that were drawn across her bedroom window in Manhattan. She woke up late again this morning. She had already missed her first two classes of the day. Living alone meant that she could sleep in whenever she felt like it. She took time choosing a cute outfit and then packed her Dior handbag and headed out to the Starbucks on the corner to get her ‘triple-venti, half-sweet, non-fat, caramel macchiato.’ She had learned quickly in New York that an obnoxious coffee order was totally acceptable in America. Her Daddy called America: “the land of the entitled.” Ning loved to abuse her Daddy’s credit card, and since the death of her mother a few years back, he had become very soft with her. She could get away with anything.

Two casually dressed men in their thirties watched her until she left Starbucks and she disappeared down the dirty stairs into the New York subway. One of the men gestured with his head that it was time to go and break into her apartment.

They sat casually on the stoop waiting for someone to exit the building. Eventually an old man came out, struggling with the door and his walker. The two men held the door open for him, and one dropped something in to stop the door closing completely. As the old man meandered down the street, the two men entered the building and went up three flights of stairs to Ning Wu’s apartment and turned the lock easily with the two pin technique they teach you in ‘trade craft.’ One sat at the laptop, put a small flash drive in the USB slot and began typing code. The other installed two microphones and four tiny cameras around the apartment including one in the bathroom, as per Roet’s instructions.

*

Ning was riding the C train to University in a fairly empty carriage as Manhattan’s morning rush hour had long passed. Two young guys, dressed in hoodies and jeans were standing up the other end, one of them keeping an eye on her. The train arrived at West 4th Street and the two guys followed Ning as she got off. The taller one jogged nimbly ahead of her up the stairs and waited near the closest exit to the street for his accomplice to run by. The second guy came from behind Ning, bumped into her so roughly that she fell to the ground. He grabbed her handbag from her shoulder and took off up the stairs, disappearing around a corner. A couple of minutes passed as Ning was helped to her feet by a couple of concerned New Yorkers.

The guy at the steps gently coat-hangared his accomplice as he jogged past him, bringing him to the ground without hurting him, and freeing the handbag from his grasp.

As she arrived at the exit, the thief had gotten up and escaped, but the other was standing there holding Ning’s handbag up high in the air asking: “Who’s bag is this? Does this bag belong to someone?”

Ning walked over to him and gushed: “Thank you so much, thank you!”

He handed her back her bag. Smiling, and panting a little.

A small crowd had formed, people started to tell her: “Wow that guy got your bag back for you. The thief guy is gone though! Is anything missing?”

She looked in her bag and noted that her ‘Hello Kitty’ purse was still inside. Nothing was missing. She turned to thank the guy but he was gone.

The two guys met up again three blocks to the east.

“Where did you put the tracker?”

“On her keys.”

“Did you clone the phone?”

“Right here!” He said holding a small device in his hand.

“Good job. Better call Marcus and give him the good news.”

Marcus Roet was typing numbers into a ledger when his cell phone rang.

“Roet!” Marcus answered, seeing that it was a team member calling.

“It’s done. The phone’s cloned, and the tracker is on her keys.”

“Where on her keys?” asked Marcus accusingly.

“It’s cool, she won’t find it. It’s inside her stupid fluffy Asian keyring toy.”

“No need to be racist,” said Marcus, laughing, not really giving a shit.

“You want me to come in with the clone?” he asked

“Please. Soon as you can. Let’s get her up and running.”

Marcus smiled his smug ferret toothed grin. Now he could strong-arm the father, Dr. Wu and work him like a puppet.

Chapter 8

Sam Chilvers

Langley, Virginia

Sam Chilvers arrived for work at the CIA’s headquarters in Langley, Virginia. He had been transferred there a few years ago to work at the ‘Center for Special Activities’. They were in charge of covert operations that gave the Government deniability if operatives were compromised in the field. Sam was ex-Delta Force. Despite being highly skilled and experienced, he was creeping up in age, and he couldn’t run with the twenty-somethings anymore. He was divorced with no kids, still athletic despite a bothersome shoulder wound where he had taken shrapnel during one of his tours. The injury had ended up being worse than it should have been because Sam had refused the MedEvac helicopter, preferring to stay with his men. This was typical of Sam’s behavior on the job. He had been a trusted and well liked member of the squadron. His old tradecraft instructor had begun keeping tabs on him after his first tour. The CIA were always looking for this type of operative: highly intelligent and calm under extreme pressure. It also helped that he was single and had no kids. Sam’s suitability to covert operations had made him a strong candidate for CIA recruitment.

In a suit, Sam could easily pass for a civilian. He didn’t have the military swagger and had never obsessively lifted weights, so he was fit looking without being bulky. Sam could shine his winning, dimpled smile on anyone he met but if you looked at his face long enough you could catch a subtle element of pain behind the blue eyes.

Sam was currently focusing on training a young Chinese-American female recruit for placement in China. The CIA had begun stalking her after a University Professor alerted them to her brilliance. Being perfectly bilingual, her Chinese language skills were highly useful. At Camp Peary, also known as: ‘The Farm,’ she had gone on to graduate ahead of her male classmates, proving also to be an extremely fine marksman and was generally quite violent in training, causing several injuries to other recruits. She was a loner, and considered by most to be very hard to read. Her parents had also been operatives stationed in China for a few years in the 90’s posing as barbecue manufacturers. In 2003, when she was only thirteen years old they had been suddenly expelled from China with no explanation, which was a great loss for the agency, as it was difficult to embed CIA operatives in China.

Her code name on paper at Langley was “Snow Forest” which was a simple translation of her cover name Xue Lin, a new name that she had been given when she began training, partly to separate her from her lineage at the agency. Nobody knew about her adoptive parents except the higher-ups.

Sam knocked on Roet’s office door.

“Come!” yelled out Roet who was already pouring himself a scotch.

“Morning Marcus” said Sam, greeting Roet politely.

“Yeah, I know, I’m starting early… but I’m celebrating. My asset Jimmy has been transferred to Wuhan. He had good clearance before, as he used to guard the Secretary of the Party. Now his boss in the Chairman!”

“That’s good news,” remarked Sam.

“The Chairman put him there to watch a scientist who I plan to turn into an asset in the very near future, but I’m going to have Jimmy watch him and see what he does. I already have an angle with him, a weak point, some leverage.”

“Great, maybe I’ll join you in that drink then,” said Sam, smiling wryly.

Sam watched with dismay as Roet filled a lowball glass almost to the brim with Scotch.

Sam said: “I assume you’ve heard that I’m training a young Chinese-American recruit? She shows promise. A great deal of talent and very, very smart. When the time comes we could send her over to take care of business if we want one of our own in Wuhan.”

Roet passed the drink to Sam, smiling. “See? Celebration time!”

Sam accepted the embarrassingly large drink and clinked glasses with Roet.

Sam forced himself to stay and finish his drink, eventually leaving Roet to continue his drinking binge which went until eleven in the morning at which point he was too drunk even to drive home. His secretary, frowning, called him a cab and sent him home for the rest of the day as he had become abusive. Roet had been screwing up just a little bit in all areas of his job which was not going unnoticed by the staff and some of the folk up on the seventh floor.

Chapter 9

A Surprise Guest

The Chairman of the Central Military Commission, Xi Jinping, was smoking a cigar on the large couch in Dr. Wu’s living room when Wu arrived home from work that evening.

“Please accept my apology for letting myself in to your beautiful house. I trust that you are enjoying living here?”

“Yes sir. It’s a wonderful house.”

“Good. Well, now it is time to have our second conversation. Do you remember that I mentioned that we would discuss ‘a special vaccination’?” the Chairman said, leaning into the word ‘special’.

“Yes sir, I do recall you saying that.”

“I understand that your work on the virus and the antidote is going well. Is that accurate Doctor?”

“Yes sir, the project has been very challenging, but I am very close to having it for you.”

“Tell me about your work,” the Chairman gestured in the air with the hand holding his cigar.

“Well sir, as you know, the virus is a SARS virus, but I inserted the gene sequences that my predecessors had found exist in both HIV and in the bat virus they were working on at the Nanjing Military Institute. So if we are accused of synthesizing the virus, we have plausible deniability. As you wished, science can argue that the virus is from the people eating bats.”

Dr. Wu paused, looking at the Chairman for a response.

The Chairman was nodding earnestly but gestured for him to keep going.

“I am now testing it on primates. Currently the virus is quickly killing every host, so I have some work to do still, but I can assure you that I will have it soon. It’s about pathogenic spike proteins…”

“Yes, yes. Good!” The Chairman cut in, not wishing to feel ignorant.

Taking a few puffs on the wet tip of his thick cigar, the Chairman looked at Dr. Wu.

“Now, let’s discuss the vaccine.”

Dr. Wu started to sweat. He had a strong feeling that something sinister was about to be revealed to him.

Wu’s mind raced over what had happened to him a day earlier in the lab’s underground carpark. A man had been hiding in wait for him in the back seat of his Mercedes with a pistol. The man had handed him a folder with photos of his daughter in her apartment. The man said that he would be contacted by an American called Marcus. He was handed a mobile phone and was informed that his daughter would be safe if he did what he was told.

“Go for a drive now. Pick up the phone when it rings. After you talk to Marcus, hang up and leave the phone in your car. That’s where he will contact you. Your house is probably bugged, but your car is not. I’ll be sweeping it regularly to make sure you are safe.”

Wu’s mind returned to the cigar smoke filled room with the Chairman and his body guards.

“Have you ever had a pet dog Dr. Wu?”

“No sir, I do not really care for dogs, not as pets anyway.”

The Chairman settled back into the comfortable couch.

“In America where the people have dogs as pets, and houses with front yards, sometimes the owners decide that they do not like the look of a fence around their front lawn.”

Dr. Wu had no idea where the Chairman was going with this.

“But without a fence, how can one keep the dog where it is meant to be, in the front yard?” The Chairman paused, looking at Wu, seemingly waiting for an answer.

“With a long leash?” offered Dr. Wu nervously.

“A long leash looks bad. It seems cruel. People tend to judge. Do-gooders like to interfere.” The Chairman leaned forward and butted out his cigar in the ashtray.

“Technology allows the master of the dog to create an invisible boundary around the yard, and simply by placing a special collar on the dog, the animal is confined to its limited space. If it ventures past the boundary dictated by the master, the collar shocks the dog with an electrical charge, the voltage of which is decided upon in advance by the master.”

He paused for effect, staring at Wu, smiling excitedly.

“This ‘dog collar’ is precisely what your vaccine will be, Dr. Wu.”

Wu looked perplexed. “Sir, how would this work?”

The Chairman laughed loudly. “It’s simpler than you think. Your vaccine will do two things: 1/ It will save the lives of many but not the sick and feeble. 2/ It will contain certain elements that our other scientists will instruct you about. These elements, certain metals in small amounts, will react to certain frequencies, specifically from 75–100 GHz. Your vaccine will deposit these elements in each person, and they will travel to certain parts of their body where they will remain for the rest of their life.”

Dr. Wu understood now. Those frequencies he referred to had been in the news lately. The 5G bandwidth spectrum was the newest mobile phone technology that China had been installing in recent months. There had been cell towers going up all over Wuhan. The phones had been on sale for a few weeks and the network had been officially switched on in Wuhan. Indeed, he himself had a 5G phone as did most of his workers and the phone was much faster than his old one. The frequencies probably resonate with certain metals that would could cause health and mental issues. There was no literature available on this specific subject, not in China at least. If there had been, Dr. Wu was sure that the Chairman would wipe it from the record and have the authors locked up.

“Very impressive sir!” Wu was truly impressed. Also shocked.

Wu’s mind wandered and thoughts of mobile phone technology took him back to the conversation he had had on that mobile phone in his car the day before. The American called Marcus had called him as he drove around the block. He had explained that they were watching his daughter and that no harm would come to her if he followed their instructions. He had said:

“The man that you met in your car tells us that you are working on a special virus designed to kill the weak. We would like you to make that virus effective only on people of Asian descent. It’ll be just like the SARS virus back in 2003. You see, our President doesn’t want a Chinese virus attacking our people, but he doesn’t mind if it only affects yours. Do you see what I am saying? We’ll be calling that the Yellow Virus. Get it?”

Wu had replied: “I understand that you are a racist son-of-a-bitch.”

Marcus had continued: “When you present that virus to the Chairman, it will be the Yellow Virus. Asians only. You understand? Your daughter’s life depends on it. Remember, we have people inside your Government, so we’ll know.”

Wu’s mind came back to his living room where he still sat awkwardly with the Chairman.

“Sir, when will you start vaccinating people?”

“The vaccination will, of course, be mandatory. We will start injecting our citizens beginning with the major manufacturing cities after the virus breaks out in Wuhan.”

“You see Doctor Wu, we will release the virus in November. When December arrives, people will be afraid and they will not complain about the mandatory vaccine. They will see that China looks after it’s people.”

“I see sir. The vaccine will be quite easy for me to make since I am the one engineering the virus. It will be ready soon.”

The Chairman replied: “My Beijing scientists will take care of the mass production. You just give them the formula. They will use a network of factories already set up. We have been planning this for a long time.”

The Chairman continued: “I just wish we could have the virus and vaccine a bit sooner to use in Hong Kong. The natives have been getting restless there.” He looked darkly at Wu.

There was a long moment of silence in Wu’s living room. One of the guards shifted his weight and a floorboard creaked.

“So, I shall hear about your work soon then” grunted the Chairman as he lifted his weight from the couch.

Dr. Wu also rose to his feet, the fatigue from the conversation showing on his face.

The Chairman followed his bodyguards out of the Wu’s house.

Wu walked to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a large whisky, his hands shaking as he looked at his 5G Hua Wei phone, still recording audio.

*

Marcus Roet had successfully turned Dr. Wu into a CIA asset. Filming and recording his daughter was a dirty trick and a risky way of maintaining control of a valuable, long term asset. If something happened to the daughter, all their leverage over Dr. Wu would go out the window.

Roet would make sure that Jimmy kept tabs on Dr. Wu. He also would continue to maintain a small team in New York City watching the daughter in New York City. The pinhole cameras in her apartment and the tracker on her keys should ensure that she was never far from being in his grasp. Roet would have no trouble inflicting a little pain on her for the camera if required, but it had not yet come to that. In the meantime he liked to watch her in the evenings on his laptop.

Chapter 10

Special Training

Sam Chilvers had noticed the young Chinese-American recruit, Xue Lin, back when he was observing the new intakes during their first week of training. She had been much quicker in close combat. She could get the heel of her foot to any combatant’s throat before they moved a muscle. She had clearly had previous martial arts training. Probably Kung Fu by the looks of it. In her specialist operative training she was able to spot a tail one hundred percent of the time and was almost always able to lose them.

Sam had ordered that her Chinese language skill be exhaustively ‘blind-tested’ in the field to make sure that she could pass for a native. She was from a different province than where he needed to place her, but that would work to her advantage.

The day she had finished her tradecraft training Sam stopped her on her way back to the locker room.

“Do you know who I am?” Sam asked her.

“Sure, you’re Bradley Cooper from that movie with those other idiots who drank too much.”

“You mean: “The Hangover?” smirked Sam.

“Yeah, can I have your autograph?”

“I’ll take that as a compliment Snow Forest.”

“Snow what now?” asked Xue Lin, confused.

“That will be your code name for your next operation. You’re going back to China. Wuhan, to be exact. You will be reporting to me.”

Xue Lin was silent.

“You have three weeks to prepare. We have a few specialty instructors lined up to educate you in some new areas. You will do exactly as they tell you. Your life might depend on it. I shit you not, you will be in harm’s way, and if things go pear-shaped, we have never heard of you.”

“OooOooOooh,” said Xue Lin sarcastically, smiling flirtatiously at Sam.

‘Snow Forest…’ she thought to herself, waiting for Chilvers to get control of his mouth that was hanging open, just a bit.

“So, enjoy your last night. Go out and have fun. Get drunk. Beat some frat boys up if you want. Tomorrow you start doing big girl stuff.” Sam turned and walked away, finishing with: “And I don’t need to tell you that this is classified” his voice echoing.

Xue Lin’s three weeks’ working with specialty instructors was intense but she secretly enjoyed all of it. Even the abusive lectures she was subjected to along the way from some of the instructors and occasionally from Sam. Her birth parents had always been vigilant about her behavior. She had been taught by them to keep her emotions inside and they admonished her regularly for being too willful and reckless. She had never shown any fear as a child, and she would always look back at them with defiance, fists clenched, during any lecture she was subjected to by them.

During her three weeks of training she had a retired Chinese CIA operative working with her on her cover story: who she was, where she grew up, her previous jobs and studies. Sam had told her that her aloof personality was a good shield and that she should maintain that cold shoulder. It discouraged friendly interrogation from friends, colleagues, strangers.

Another guy had her digging out hidey-holes in different kinds of walls to hide weapons and papers, and she learned to use power tools, plaster and paint.

She spent two hours a day in a real biotech lab with real scientists shadowing a lab assistant, learning all the little jobs she might have to do. She had instruction on Bio-hazard protocols, containers and transporting of hazardous substances.

One of the CIA analysts who had been doing background on Dr. Wu tested Xue Lin on every detail about her future boss in China.

An extremely nervous, nerdy tech guy gave her a complex course in putting together tech tools in the field using basic electronics from readily available gadgets. She could make a long range listening device by hacking a cheap laser pointer into a mobile phone. She could put together a field radio and take it apart and hide it in plain sight. She learned tricks to beat metal detectors. Useful stuff.

Sam had noticed that she often tied her hair up with chopsticks, so he adapted the ‘two-bladed attack techniques’ he’d learned for silent ops and taught them to her to use with sharpened chopsticks.

Each night Xue Lin would go home and collapse into bed. Her dreams were often about being chased. Once or twice she dreamt of Sam.

*

Sam briefed Roet about Xue Lin’s progress. It all looked very promising. After Sam had left his office, Roet opened the confidential file on her that he’d requested from the Deputy Director. There was nothing new there that he didn’t already know. He knew about the American couple because he himself had been their case officer when he had stationed them in Beijing.

They were manufacturing barbecues until their factory was shut down in 2003 by the Chinese Government during the SARS outbreak. They took Xue Lin along with them to Washington D.C. and she finished growing up in America, keeping up her Chinese language and cultural studies on the weekends. Her Mandarin was flawless, without accent.

The couple were now semi-retired, living a more comfortable life in La Jolla, California.

Chapter 11

China

Xue Lin packed a small suitcase, making sure to stick to the packing list that a normal tourist would have. Any equipment she would need on the job in Wuhan would have to be procured from a local source in China. The only weapon she had was the pair of metal chopsticks which she put in the front pocket of her suitcase.

She had a new American passport under a fake name, with stamps from Hawaii, Rome, London and Paris. The CIA also provided her with a driver’s license, two credit cards, two thousand dollars in US dollars, and an employee card from Amazon where she ‘worked as a logistics coordinator.’ When she got to China she would meet a long-time Chinese asset in Shanghai who would provide identity papers under her Chinese Resident Identity: “Xue Lin.”

She kept a blue surgical mask in her carry on which was standard attire in Asia if you had a cold, but also useful for anonymity with facial recognition software. She also had three different pairs of sunglasses, and hair extensions of varying length. Her compact waist length coats were both reversible with different colours on each side. All these items she packed into her hand luggage which was a high tech dry bag in backpack form, covered with old material on the outside to fit a poorer Chinese local.

Her reservation was to Seoul, Korea, returning to New York City after a two week vacation. She would not use the return portion of course, but would call and cancel the flight after a week. It was safer for her if she slipped into China unnoticed.

During the last week of her extra training Sam had used a couple of evenings to send her out on two live assignments. As a rule, the CIA was not supposed to operate on US soil, but Roet agreed with Sam that this was a vital part of her training, and the two assignments needed doing anyway, so kill two birds with one stone.

On the first assignment she was ordered to break into a Taiwanese banker’s office, bypassing all of his building’s security to install software on his computer and bug his office. She went in as a cleaner doing it the easy way by bribing another young Chinese cleaner to go home “just for tonight” and pulled her pistol out and cocked it, just to make her point. The assignment went almost flawlessly except that she’d spent too long at computer and she’d had to hide in the liquor cabinet when a guard came by on his rounds.

Her second assignment required her to roofie a small-time Russian arms dealer at his house after picking him up at a fashionable club. Sam had given her this assignment to ensure that she could take someone out cleanly, which she did with two to the chest and one to the head from her Ruger LC9S, a neat little pistol that was easily concealed. She had also demonstrated that she could use her sexuality to take advantage of a mark.

The next morning she was on the flight to Seoul. Once she cleared immigration there, she was to make her way to the docks and find a specific fishing boat that would get her to China.

Chapter 12

Two Assistants

Sam sat on the park bench next to Marcus Roet looking out over the river. The wind was blowing strongly but it was good to get out of the office, and a much safer place to talk without being overheard. The two of them weren’t friends but Roet liked Sam more than most of his colleagues. Sam, on the other hand, had a gut feeling that Roet was not to be trusted.

Sam looked at Roet for a moment who seemed lost in thought:

“Marcus, I need to get Snow Forest a job at Dr. Wu’s lab. Do you think your guy Jimmy could organize a couple of vacancies for a lab assistant? Wu has to choose her without knowing that she’s one of ours.”

“Jimmy certainly could ‘organize’ the vacancy part,” Marcus said grimly tipping his head to one side.

“Once there’s an opening, she’ll have to apply for the job along with everyone else and probably without any genuine references either. She’s definitely a looker, which will help her chances.”

“Just be sure to tell Jimmy we need two vacancies, you know, just to help her chances,” Sam replied. But in the back of his mind he was certain that Xue Lin could wiggle her way into almost any job she wanted.

“Right you are. I’ll get in touch with Jimmy,” said Roet.

The job vacancies were a priority, as Xue Lin had already been deployed. Jimmy answered his phone after one ring.

“What’s up boss?” Jimmy’s voice crackled a bit over the secure connection from Roet’s phone all the way to Wuhan.

“I need you to convince a couple of female lab assistants at Dr. Wu’s lab to quit their jobs suddenly. There’s three grand in it for you. If you want, you can just shoot them, but the bodies have to disappear. Low level assistants.” Roet said without emotion.

“OK boss, two ladies. Sexual harassment, me2 movement, I got you.”

“Nothing complicated Jimmy. Just get it done. I’ll text you the details of the lab.”

“OK boss. How’s the weather there?”

Roet hung up without answering, and typed the details of Dr. Wu’s lab into his phone. “Schmuck!” Roet said out loud as he pressed ‘send’ and the message shot off to Jimmy.

Roet did not feel good about trusting important jobs to Jimmy, but he had no choice. He’d had very little luck getting any CIA personnel into China since the 2003 SARS debacle with the Barbecue Couple, and having no-one on the ground in China meant that he had to trust local assets that were greedy enough to betray their own Government.

*

That same afternoon, Jimmy double parked his black Mercedes in front of the Virology Institute building. Standing on the steps outside, he flashed his Government ID at the two pretty young lab assistants as they left the virology building where they worked for Dr. Wu. Jimmy escorted them to his car. Opening the back door, one of the girls paused and asked: “Are we in trouble?”

“Nooohhh,” Jimmy reassured them, shaking his head reassuringly.

Jimmy closed the door behind them as they sat in the back seat looking at each other, worried.

Jimmy jogged around to the driver side and pivoted in behind the wheel.

He started the engine and smoothly and professionally moved the Mercedes away from the curb into a tight U-turn and headed in the direction of the edge of town.

There was silence in the car for a few minutes. The young lab assistants’ fear grew. One of them was quietly starting to cry. The other held her hand tightly.

Jimmy broke the silence: “You have both been working for Dr. Wu for enough time now that you know that he likes the young ladies, right?”

The young assistants turned to look at each other, and nodded uncertainly without saying anything. They were both thinking about the constant harassment they underwent from Dr. Wu every time he made his rounds to check on their work. Leaning over them, grazing different parts of their bodies with stray arm movements. Making suggestive comments whenever he could think of them.

Jimmy continued: “He has asked me to arrange a special date with you both tonight. I think you both understand what that means. Am I right?”

“Ahhh Umm no… What does that mean?” asked one of the girls, wide eyed.

“Either you both do whatever he wants in the bedroom with him, or you don’t come back to work tomorrow. You go look for new jobs.”

“We will be fired?” asked the other girl incredulously.

“No,” answered Jimmy, “you just call tomorrow and quit. Much simpler for him, simpler for you. Simpler for me too. Or you both go do bad things with him tonight, and probably a lot of other nights after that too. If I were you I would just quit. He’s a very bad man. You don’t want to go to his house. Trust me.”

Jimmy took them to a restaurant on the edge of town and ate an intimidating meal with the terrified girls before dropping them both home and then reporting back to Roet.

Chapter 13

A Fishing Boat

After clearing immigration in Seoul, Xue Lin took the local bus from the airport to the Port of Incheon. The bus was empty of passengers so she took the opportunity to put everything she needed into the dry bag. The suitcase she would discard at the dock.

The bus pulled in a few blocks from the docklands. Xue Lin had memorized the walking route to where the boat captain had said his boat would be waiting.

Xue Lin enjoyed stretching her legs after the long flight, and after a walk in the sun along the dock she found the fishing boat without much trouble.

The boat captain was Chinese, in his seventies, with only seven or eight teeth still in place. He wore an old faded blue jersey, repaired many times, and a wide brimmed straw hat with a string under his chin. His skin was leathery with deep crevices. When Xue Lin appeared on the dock where the stern was tied up, he hardly moved. Just the eyes shifted to look at her. Xue Lin gestured with her eyebrows, and he motioned her to use the gangplank to come aboard his very old, rusty trawler.

The boat wasn’t due to set out until after dark, so the crew was still ashore. Xue Lin accepted the offer of a couple of drinks, just to be polite. She was a bit of a light weight and had to watch herself around alcohol, especially this Chinese rice wine stuff that seemed to go straight for one’s motor skills. Have seven or eight of those at dinner and you don’t realize you are drunk until you get up. The captain’s bottle was an old plastic coke bottle, so this stuff was from a home distillery.

The captain had coerced seven into her by the time his crew of five had all shown up. Most of them merely gave her a curious glance, but the captain introduced the First Mate to her. He was a short and very rough looking muscular fellow, almost black from sun exposure. She learned that most of the crew were Korean and she guessed that these guys were doing more smuggling than fishing. The First Mate spoke to her in Chinese with a very heavy accent, which she guessed was from some coastal village in Southern China. He held his hand out for the cash, and she handed him a wad of US fifties.

“You will need to swim one kilometer from where we drop you. It will be dark so you just swim towards the lights.”

“You got any flippers?” she joked, half serious.

He gestured for her to follow her inside where he yanked out an old wetsuit and pair of cheap snorkeling fins.

“That’ll work,” she said, bemused.

Soon after dark, the boat headed out to sea. Xue Lin grabbed a bunk and drifted off to sleep, thanks to the effects of the rice wine that was still in her system.

The First Mate woke her to give her some hot food. She’d need the calories for what was to come. As she slurped up her noodles, he sat with her and drew her a map.

“We will drop you exactly here. We use GPS so don’t worry. Captain never misses. Current will be going to the West, so you can relax and enjoy the ride, but the last two hundred meters you will have to swim to land and there might be some waves. When you get to shore, leave the wetsuit and fins on the beach, get dry, get dressed, walk into town. The bus terminal is here, only 5km from the beach on the edge of town. You can get a night bus south to Shanghai tonight. Very easy.”

“Any sharks here?” She asked, dubiously.

“You too skinny. They won’t bother with you,” he replied, smiling.

Xue Lin hated that answer.

Very soon, dressed in the old wetsuit and with the fins on her feet, a couple of crew members lowered her over the side on a single rope swing to the water. Her dry bag against her chest, sealed shut.

The boat’s lights were off so as not to be seen, and she could see the town’s lights on shore, some distance away. It looked close enough. Shouldn’t be a problem.

“OK, go!” said the First Mate.

She slid off the line and dropped a couple of feet into the water with a small splash. She pushed her backpack in front of her on the surface.

“Good luck!” one of the crew yelled.

The captain put the boat in gear and moved off leaving Xue Lin alone in the Sea.

*

Jimmy found the website where Dr. Wu’s lab posted its job vacancies, and sent the link to Roet immediately. Roet’s specialists were already working on Xue Lin’s job application.

Roet had said to them: “It’s a rush job, but Dr. Wu will be able to detect bullshit if you just make it up, so check your sources, make it as real as you can but do your best to avoid Wu’s likely old acquaintances. Write Xue Lin a brief to prepare her for the interview. Make it as thorough as you can, and… well… if worst come to worst she’ll just have to blow him.”

The young team of Chinese-American specialists looked at Roet with a mixture of condescension and disgust.

“Get to work!” he yelled at them and they all turned back to their screens and started typing.

Roet paused in the doorway on his way out:

“Oh, by the way, she has to be from Beijing. That’s her accent.”

He closed the door behind him.

“Maybe you can blow ME…” muttered one of the girls as she started typing a reference in formal Chinese on a Beijing laboratory’s letterhead.

*

The water was chilly and Xue Lin had a little adrenaline rush going after her exit from the trawler. The trawler seemed to disappear very quickly behind her. She was quite buoyant in the water as the old wetsuit was thick and her dry-bag worked well as a floatation device. She kicked steadily in the direction of the lights, making sure not to wear herself out. Being this far from shore in an unfamiliar sea, which on this moonless night seemed to be completely black, was quite disconcerting. She had no backup, no chance of rescue, and it could all end right here off the coast of China. She also assumed that there would be sharks, so she kicked gently so as not to create a commotion. Sharks liked to feed at night….

As she grew closer to shore the strange thought occurred to her that she was glad that she had never eaten shark fin soup, as she felt her karma was good and they wouldn’t eat her in return. “Another ridiculous thing that Asians eat…” she thought to herself.

“I wonder what Sam is doing now. Probably worried about me.” She smiled to herself as she began to kick more efficiently.

After a while she started to hear the waves breaking ahead. There was a dim line of white water and it appeared that there was quite a large swell coming in off the East China Sea, enough to cause a bit of surf near shore. She stopped a moment and kicked downward to lift her head vertically out of the water so she could get her bearings. Waves rolling in towards the beach, looked like they were just under two meters high judging from the back. “Quite big,” she said out loud.

Back on her stomach she continued forward. She pulled her backpack under her stomach, placing her arms through the straps. ‘Can’t lose the bag under any circumstances. I can’t be walking into town in a wetsuit.’

As the first wave picked her up and passed under her she realized that they were in fact quite powerful and her heart started to beat faster. She turned 180 degrees facing back out to sea to see if there was a lull or at least a smaller set of waves. She waited there for a few minutes watching the waves as they picked her up and passed under her and then soon crashed and rolled roughly towards the beach.

After a large set passed, she swam into the zone where they were breaking and she committed to swimming in with the first, hopefully smallest of the next set. The wave rolled towards her, threateningly tall, she kicked her fins and the wave picked her up, threw her down it’s face and then crashed on top of her, pushing her and her bag underwater. After what seemed like a minute, the bag, which had a good amount of air in it, brought her back to the surface in time to be beaten down by the second wave. Somersaulting underwater, she clung to her bag as it brought her back to the surface again, now missing one fin. She had time to take a couple of deep breaths before the next one, this time a tower of bubbling whitewater mowed her down, tossing her head over heels and pushing her under for another twenty seconds. She felt like she was never going to make it to the beach. She was praying that underneath the crashing waves was a sandy bottom. More likely, she knew, there was a jagged reef under her feet, and as the water grew shallower nearer shore, she was more likely to hit her head on the bottom and her body would wash up the next day.

One more monster of white water rushed over her, jetting her forward. Under water again, her lungs bursting to breathe fresh air. She relaxed and went with it, and soon as her bag brought her to the surface, she felt her remaining fin touch bottom. Relieved, but now scared of being thrown into rocks she kicked forward, the next wave pushing under again, but she was now much closer to the beach where the water was neck deep. She pulled the fin off and struggled the rest of the way into the beach, being knocked over by each white water wave as it hit her.

She collapsed on the beach and lay there for a few minutes, waterlogged and exhausted. The roar of the breaking waves was deafening.

“Might be some waves,” she said out loud, recalling the First Mate’s warning.

She unzipped the old wetsuit and stripped naked, shivering on the beach. She opened the dry bag, still dry. Money well spent. Toweling herself off with a T-shirt, she shook her head to dislodge the salt water in her ears and nasal passages. She put on a pair of jeans, a dry T-shirt and a sweater, and dug out one of her small reversible jackets. She squeezed the water out of her hair as best she could and ran a brush through it before tying it up in a bun, shivering. She was starting to warm up, but best get walking into town.

The 3PLA

The People’s Liberation Army maintained what it called the “Third Department” which was similar to America’s National Security Administration. It was known to insiders as the “3PLA.” Their directive was to watch the West, particularly America, focusing on military strategy, while monitoring world communications for ‘commercial opportunities’.

Their 100,000+ hackers, linguists and analysts were recruited from elite universities and used academic databases, Government websites and social networks to steal U.S. corporate secrets to influence governments and corporations around the world while staying under the radar.

The 3PLA had unlimited access, much like the NSA, and could listen in on, watch and locate virtually anyone they needed to. In the mid-eighties the 3PLA had preemptively started to secretly ‘chip’ people of interest with first generation geo-location devices, originally designed for the study of animal migration. Prison inmates were often ‘inoculated’ before being released, giving authorities the opportunity to tag them.

An American couple had applied to adopt a young Chinese girl twenty years earlier and the 3PLA had used the ‘vaccination’ program to chip all three of them before the adoption could be made official. The couple had been operating a barbecue manufacturing business in Beijing, but officers at the 3PLA had developed suspicions that they were spying on China, though they were never actually caught doing anything wrong. They were ejected from China in 2003, right around the outbreak of the SARS virus.

Having successfully chipped them, the Government could be sure that if any of them ever returned to China, they would ping the system.

Chapter 14

Night Bus to Shanghai

“Shanghai, one way” Xue Lin said, now speaking Chinese to the lady behind the window at the small village’s bus station.

“Leaves in 20 minutes” said the lady, passing the ticket through the window to Xue Lin.

She took a seat inside the bus shelter, now alone. The smells here were distinct. Very Chinese. She thought to herself how miraculous the ‘sense of smell’ was, how it could remember even after so many years. As the warmth gradually returned to her body, an unexpected feeling relief overcame her. She felt lighter somehow.

Here she looked just like everyone else. No more “so where are you from?” questions from well meaning people. She had done most of her growing up in Beijing. It wasn’t until she was thirteen that her parents were suddenly told to go home to America. At the time, their sudden departure seemed really strange to her. She had no time to say goodbye to any of her school friends, and none of them yet had cell phones. She had not managed to stay in touch with them using email. Unbeknownst to Xue Lin, her emails never made it through the Chinese censors.

In America, she had made new friends at both the normal school with the ‘whities’ and at the weekend school for Chinese kids. Saturdays after school she would hang out with the Chinese kids for hours. She had felt quite homesick for a few years after the move and it had not helped that the some of the white kids and black kids were racist toward her and she had more than a few dust-ups in the schoolyard. Her adoptive parents had put her in regular Kung Fu classes in Beijing, nine years of classes in fact, so quite often she found herself in the office of the head mistress explaining the various abrasions and bloody noses of the other, usually much bigger kids. Xue Lin had adopted a ‘kick them in the face, first; ask questions later’ method with the bullies. It only took a year before they realized it was safer to be her friend than her enemy.

*

The young computer tech sat at his terminal inside one of the many high security buildings belonging to the 3PLA. He was part of the ‘3PLA Locator Team’ whose purpose was to provide location information on demand about anyone who had been placed in the chip geo-locator database.

His computer had pinged somebody who had just reentered China. He put his hand up to call over his superior.

“I just had a ping for a reentry. Shanghai. The file says: ‘Born 1991, female, adopted by Americans, possibly CIA. Left China in 2003. Possible espionage. Enemies of China.’”

“Keep a detailed file on her movements between cities, and let me know whenever she moves.”

“Got it” replied the young tech.

Shanghai

Xue Lin had slept peacefully across two seats, enjoying the safety and anonymity of bus travel. There had been nothing to look at during the ten hours of darkness out the window. The bus entered Jiangsu Province at first light. As they reached Shanghai, the sun was already well into the sky and the city was crowded with people on their way to work. She would spend the day wandering Shanghai before meeting her contact after sunset at the Shanghai Peace Hotel, in the Jazz Band Room that she’d heard stories about. She would be picking up her papers: a Resident Identity Card and driver’s license with a Wuhan home address.

Walking the streets of Shanghai, with her face covered by the blue surgical mask to avoid starting any kind of trail on the facial recognition cameras, Xue Lin continued to feel like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She hadn’t been back to China since being removed with her parents by the Chinese Government more than twenty years earlier. It all seemed very surreal with barely a white man to be seen. It felt odd to be this happy while on such a high pressure and dangerous assignment. It felt right.

Xue Lin pre-empted her eight o’clock date at the hotel with some reconnaissance. Dressed as a tourist, she wore one of the long hair extensions that she’d packed. She located the Jazz Room and wandered in. The crowd looked like they had been there for a while already, probably onto their third or fourth cocktail by the looks of them. The old guys in the band played nonchalantly on their instruments as though they had been doing it every night for the last forty years. Possibly some had. They were wearing white tuxedos and seemed oblivious to the crowd of tourists listening to them.

The band stood up to take a break and Xue Lin looked at her watch. It was right on eight o’clock. She was standing at the agreed upon place by the bar looking around the room wondering who her contact was. The audience were mostly white people. The bass player from the band stood next to her as he ordered a drink. He said quietly to her in a Shanghai accent: “I got your papers.”

As his whisky was being poured he palmed her a very small red envelope that contained her ID and driver’s license. He did it so smoothly and quickly that Xue Lin was shocked. “Bass players are usually so slow and clueless” she thought to herself, reminiscing about her dating days in the States.

Xue Lin quietly slipped out of the bar, and left the hotel. The IDs looked good to her. The guy had come highly recommended by the asset, Jimmy. ‘Pretty slick cover, playing in the band,’ Xue Lin thought as she laughed out loud, heading out to the street. The unlikely nature of what had just gone down was amusing to her, and she walked off into the Shanghai night, still shaking her head, smiling.

Hitchhiking to Wuhan

Xue Lin bought a thick black marker and dug some cardboard out of a trash bin and wrote: ‘Wuhan Please’ in large Chinese characters. Hitching a ride to Wuhan in a truck was the smartest way to make the ten hour journey. Completely untraceable. The research she’d done while still in the States had turned up pages of tourist hitching experiences from young backpackers. It was not considered a suspicious way to travel for young foreigners, and truck drivers were known for their marathon routes across vast distances in relatively short periods of time.

Xue Lin stood at the toll entrance for highway G50. Her hair was in a ponytail and her clothes were those of an American tourist: a fashionable branded hoodie and designer cargo pants, sunglasses, and now a different hair extension. She waited less than half an hour before a driver paying the toll read her sign and beckoned her over. Xue Lin used just a few words of poorly pronounced tourist Mandarin to communicate that indeed she wished to go to Wuhan. That way she wouldn’t have to converse with the driver.

Once in the truck, the driver made the universal ‘sh’ sign with his forefinger against his lips, and pulled a corner of the curtain back to reveal that there was a narrow bed behind the seats in which another driver was sleeping soundly.

After four hours on the road, the drivers skillfully changed shift without even slowing down. The new driver smiled and nodded at Xue Lin, asking only: “Meiguo ren?” to which she nodded, indicating that she was indeed American as she turned the other way and went back to sleep.

*

The young Chinese computer tech watched the blip that represented the chipped adopted girl. She was on the move. The tech put his hand up to get his superior’s attention.

“What do you have?”

“She is moving rapidly on toll highway G50” replied the tech.

“Is she on a bus?”

“I’ll check sir.” The tech worked through the public transport closed circuit camera system until he found the Shanghai bus depot. He found the departure area cameras. There were eighteen cameras. Opening another window on his computer he pulled up the timetables. He methodically clicked through the different bus lines that would take the G50 highway.

“Shall I come back later?” His superior asked sarcastically.

“Ah, yes sir. This will take a while,” said the tech embarrassedly, watching his superior stalk off.

*

Dr. Wu was late for work and the smog was the worst he could remember. His silver Mercedes was very ostentatious for Wuhan and he enjoyed the looks he got from poor people. The car was already five years old but without a single scratch. The Central Military Commission had given it to him to grease the wheels when offering him the dubious job in which he was still working five years later. At the time it seemed like a good deal: high salary, luxury car, choice of his own lab assistants, state of the art laboratories, a new house with security posted outside. But he had been given a dark directive.

Dr. Wu was surprised to learn that two of his lab assistants had resigned just that morning. No reason was given, and nobody seemed to have any idea why. In any case, he would have to fill the two positions before the end of the weekend as there was work to be done. Wu was not concerned about any possible harassment allegations from the two girls who had quit. He had all the power, and they had none.

“Could you post two lab assistant jobs this morning please?” he asked one of the administrative girls. I want to do interviews on Friday so we have two new girls here working on Monday.”

Chapter 15

The Wooden Post

Xue Lin had slept all the way through the second driver’s shift and she awoke as the sun began to rise. They would soon be pulling into Wuhan. She’d been out of contact for forty-eight hours. She would need to find her contact in Wuhan almost immediately and get her hands on the gear that had been organized for her so she could contact Sam and get an update on the job prospects. She was on a very tight schedule.

“Zai Jian!” she said getting the tones wrong on purpose, as she shook hands with both drivers and climbed down out of the truck cabin and started walking in the direction one of them was pointing.

It was a relief to move her limbs again after having been couped up it the truck for so long. She was pleased with how things were going. She felt safe, anonymous and undetected. She had managed to get herself to Wuhan without incident. Now she needed to find a GPS position near the river to initiate contact.

She typed in the position that she’d memorized during her last week at Langley: 30°34’17.3”N 114°17’20.9”E, and hailed a cab. “Hualou Fairprice!” she said.

It was a supermarket close to where she needed to be.

During her ride in the semi-trailer she’d spent a couple of hours running scenarios in her head. Today was her official arrival day and she was to be met by Jimmy, a contact who should have tools for her and should have organized her an apartment. She had been taught in training never to let her guard down in these situations. Assets can never be trusted. They can flip back and forth, they can be playing both sides, or they may just try to kill you the moment the opportunity arises. This particular asset was one of Roet’s. He was ex-PLA, and on the CIA payroll.

Xue Lin paid the cab driver in local currency and walked in the direction that her phone was indicating. On reaching the exact spot, she pulled out a blank piece of paper from a folder in her dry bag and dug a thumb tac out of the wooden post that stood in front of her. She reached up and pinned the paper to the post where there were a few other thumb tacks already embedded. Then she walked a hundred meters along the river where she could still see the post where she had pinned her page.

Nine minutes on her phone’s stopwatch had passed when she saw a figure appear on a motor cycle, walk to the post and pull down the blank page. She walked towards him warily.

“I love this river,” she said as she approached him.

“Would you go fishing in it?” he replied

“Only if I needed fish,” she sang back to him, smiling.

It was a ridiculous way to confirm identity. This guy had clearly watched too many spy films. Somehow though, Xue Lin liked it as it was so silly. The paper on the post was interesting, however. That was a new one.

“What’s up with the blank paper on the post?” she asked.

“I have binoculars on a tripod over there in my apartment. Easy to see when a contact arrives. Good field of vision.”

“What’s your name?” she asked, as a further security measure.

“Call me Jimmy.”

Xue Lin noticed that his Mandarin had a strong Beijing accent.

“OK Jimmy, what do you have for me?”

“Not here. Let’s go to your new place!” Jimmy pointed to a small motorbike parked on the corner.

“Let’s go then!” said Xue Lin, somewhat excited to be going on another leg of her adventure.

The cheap, useless helmet he handed her was large on her head and as the bike lurched forward onto the road, it tipped forward covering her eyes. Jimmy steered the bike through the streets across town, pulling into the Shuiguo Lake Residential district and turning up a side street in front of a shabby looking apartment building.

“Helmet.” Jimmy held out his hand and Xue Lin tossed the paper thin helmet to him. He shoved both the helmets inside the seat compartment and gestured for her to follow him into the building.

“This key is for the front of the building,” he said holding it up.

“You are on the third floor. You can use the stairs or the elevator. Follow me.”

They walked up two flights as Jimmy said: “You are paid-up for six months rent, no problem, no questions. Anybody asks, your daddy paid.”

The stink of fish sauce hung in the stairwell. Loud televisions blared, and cheesy pop music added to the assault on Xue Lin’s senses.

“Apartment 310. Got it? Not too big but good for a lab assistant,” he said smiling.

“Oh yeah? You got me a job?” she said, surprised.

“Interview” he replied “but you are pretty. He’ll take you for sure.”

“Why thank you Jimmy, you are very kind” she replied almost genuinely, while thinking to herself what a slippery character this Jimmy seems to be.

“Here’s your stuff. Special order by your boss.” He pulled back the bed cover revealing a spread of equipment.

“One Ruger LC9S pistol and 5 magazines. Cleaned and oiled. One laptop. Don’t use it to communicate with anybody except work friends. Never break cover on this computer. Not secure. They are always reading and listening in China. Use this radio. They can’t listen. I show you how to disassemble.”

Jimmy proceeded to pull it apart, slowly, piece by piece, looking at her after each step to see if she had it. Each piece fitted into a clock, a lamp, a power outlet or some other appliance somewhere in the apartment. It was very clever.

“Instructions for contacting your boss.” Jimmy pointed at a notepad on the bed. “Memorize and then destroy.”

“Cash, People’s currency.” Jimmy threw a sizable roll of notes on the bed.

Xue Lin counted it. “You’re short,” she said looking accusingly at Jimmy.

“You know, tax…” Jimmy showed very little shame. She let it go. Xue Lin knew exactly what Jimmy had been assigned to provide her with, and noted that Jimmy had a tendency to take care of himself at every step of the way.

“Reading glasses, your prescription, but Chinese geek-style. Make you look like science girl. Your job briefing and a copy of your file for the interview, Friday 10am. Wear something low cut. Dr. Wu is a boob man,” Jimmy said, not smiling.

Xue Lin picked it up and leafed through it. ‘Impressive,’ she thought.

“Micro GPS locator, quite small. Twist to activate and you drop it in their pocket or bag. Follow them on App on the phone,” he said pointing at the phone on the bed.“Phone, not secure for talk or text. Always listening. Don’t forget. Better to turn it off if you need to break character.”

“Handbags.” Jimmy picked up three fake designer handbags from the floor. “All Chinese girls love designer handbag. You will look funny without one if you go out at night with your new friends. “Garrote wire”. He picked up the deadly wire with metal handles and mimed the strangling of an imaginary victim. Xue Lin shook her head disapprovingly at his little macabre pantomime, though she was happy he had provided one as it was a good close-range weapon, long favored by the CIA.

“Data recovery,” Jimmy pointed to the familiar tool and it’s wires, used to download data from phones and computers. “Better hide this. If they find this, we won’t find you. Lock picks, just in case you need to get in somewhere. Multi frequency bug detector. This was very expensive. Sweep your apartment every day when you get home, especially before using radio. Chinese Communist Party is not too shy to bug everybody. Sometimes they like to watch too.”

Jimmy looked at her concerned: “You know you have to hide this on the street somewhere right? They find you with this, you go to jail, do not pass Go.”

Xue Lin rolled her eyes.

“And security camera.” He tossed her a stuffed Hello Kitty toy which she caught and turned over in her hands looking for the recorder inside.

“It’s all in the eye. Very small,” Jimmy explained.

Xue Lin yanked the eye out of its socket and examined it. “Not bad!” she nodded, genuinely impressed with the small size of it. “OK Jimmy, good work.” Xue Lin tossed the Kitty-cam back on the bed. “Where will my big interview be tomorrow?”

“Wuhan Institute of Virology. Show them your ID, they are expecting you at ten in the morning.”

“If you need me again, call your boss on the radio. That way I get paid.” Jimmy shut the door behind him.

Xue Lin picked up the pistol, rapidly dismantled and reassembled it, checking the mechanisms thoroughly and put it back on the bed, loaded. Protocol dictated that she must assume that her room would be searched and possibly bugged in the future, so she would have to hide most of this gear semi-permanently in the walls. She could dig it out later when the time came.

The bug detector and the other tools that she might soon need would have to be hidden outside the apartment. She would need to sweep the place every night when she came home.

Chapter 16

The Interview

Xue Lin walked from her apartment to the Institute. It was Friday morning and rush hour was still going strong. Here in China there were a hell of a lot more motorbikes and bicycles. She hadn’t yet become accustomed to the Chinese style breakfast, but the streets and alleys in her area had a steaming selection of hole-in-the-wall vendors and restaurants that were serving oily noodles in paper bowls, egg soup, and wontons. They called it ‘guo zao.’ It was a real Wuhan thing. She had read about it on the plane.

A few blocks away, at the institute, Dr. Wu was sitting in the conference room at the head of a large white table. In front of him were the ten folders containing the resumes of the applicants for the two lab assistant jobs. He had chosen the candidates personally from over forty applications. He had included one male, just for appearances, but he wanted girls. He just liked them better.

He spent ten minutes interviewing each of the candidates. Most of them had been quite typical: dull, bookish and meek. Dr. Wu was famous in his field, so despite being quite geeky himself, he was their equivalent of a celebrity. The candidates’ obvious admiration for him was a turnoff for Dr. Wu. He preferred a bit of push back. Some spine. Some character.

The last three candidates’ interviews were more interesting to him than the first seven and he put their files aside for a second round. These three were especially pretty. Dr. Wu called his secretary in and asked her to bring the three finalists into the room. A moment later the three girls entered the room in single file as the secretary closed the door behind them.

Dr. Wu gestured for them all to sit at the table opposite him as he opened the three files again and laid them side by side in front of him. He’d noted that one of them was from Beijing where he had often been invited to give guest lectures at the University of Science and Technology.

“You are from Beijing!” he said looking at Xue Lin. “Did you ever have Professor Yu Meifang? He is a good friend of mine.”

“No, I never had the honor of being in his class.” Xue Lin replied.

“Ah, pity.” Dr. Wu’s eyes glanced briefly down at the opening of her blouse which had not been buttoned up all the way.

Xue Lin batted her eyelashes: “Were you friends with Dr. Xiaofan?” she countered, smiling sweetly. The name was in the file Jimmy had given her. It was a safe name to drop as she was on staff in Beijing but had never worked with Dr. Wu.

“No, unfortunately we have never met.” Dr. Wu replied, turning back to the other two candidates.

Xue Lin’s mind ticked over as the other two answered a few questions, flirting with him just as she had.

‘Shit! This guy is going to take the other two!’ She thought to herself.

As one of the other girls purred her answers back at Wu, Xue Lin sat up straighter and arched her back, just a little, pushing her breasts out, cocking her head slightly to one side, pouting her lips almost imperceptibly.

“Are there any questions about what the work would entail?” Wu inquired, smiling at all three girls.

The two other girls shook their heads meekly. Xue Lin’s mouth opened momentarily, the tip of her tongue touching the inside of her front teeth. She looked intently at Dr. Wu before pursing her lips and shaking her head.

“Are you sure you don’t have a question miss?” he looked intensely at her.

“No questions Dr. Wu.”

“Good, well thank you for your time, I will email each of you with my decision by the end of business hours today. Two of you will start work on Monday morning.”

As the girls were leaving the building Xue Lin hugged each of them and wished them luck. She had casually dropped the activated GPS tracker in the handbag of the first girl, during the hug, hoping to God that Dr. Wu’s choice would not force Xue Lin to strangle the poor girl before the weekend was out. Sam had made it clear that getting this lab assistant job was of high priority.

On her way home, Xue Lin found a hardware store a few blocks from her apartment. She had some renovations to do today while waiting to hear from Dr. Wu about the job by the end of the day.

She found everything she needed and arrived home with a large bag full of plastering and painting tools and two cans of off-white paint which she’d hung on two ends of a piece of wood to carry them back to her apartment. On the walk home, she looked for a clever place to stash the bug detector. It had to be a cool dry place where nobody would think to interfere in any way.

A crumbling red brick wall around the corner from her building reminded her of tradecraft training. Loose bricks are great for concealing stuff. She’d come back tonight and look for a loose brick. Meanwhile she had an apartment to paint.

*

Roet was pleased with his team’s work on the job application. It was solid work and with a bit of luck it would hold up under scrutiny and all would go smoothly for Xue Lin.

Back in 2003 he had sent a young couple to Beijing to establish a cover story while blackmailing a virologist who was working on the SARS virus. Unfortunately, however, he had neglected to pay one of his Chinese assets who was supposed to be helping the couple. He was never exactly sure what had happened over there but the couple had managed to avoid prison.

Chapter 17

Renovations

Xue Lin’s weapons and gadgets lay spread out on the bed. She needed to be able to access them with relatively short notice, but they needed to be totally unfindable if someone turned over her apartment while she was at work.

She picked up the multi-frequency bug detector and turned it on. It looked like a little walkie talkie with two aerials. She swept the room with it, and as expected, no broadcasting signals were detected. It was still too soon for that.

She propped the Hello Kitty Spy-cam on a shelf in the corner. It was motion activated.

The Ruger LC9S pistol needed to go into a hole in the wall along with the five spare mags, each with nine rounds. Also her escape papers including her Canadian passport and a big roll of local currency and US dollars. She hoped that she wouldn’t be needing the pistol or papers until the project was near completion.

After moving the bed out of the way, she put on the paper coveralls a dust mask and protective glasses and started to dig quietly into the wall behind where the bedhead would be.

Soon she had a thirty centimeter square, shallow hole in the wall.

“There goes the security deposit” she said out loud in Mandarin.

She shoved the roll of cash, the passport and papers, the pistol and mags into a ziplock and lodged them in the wall and with the help of a piece of drywall that would not sound hollow if knocked upon, she plastered over it using the method she’d been taught at Langley.

After admiring her handiwork, she picked up the special radio that Jimmy had left her. It was a curious looking thing. He’d showed her how to disassemble it and hide it in the toaster, the alarm clock and the back of the coffee maker. The headphones were standard earbuds with a built in microphone. She picked up the instructions and quickly memorized them. It was vital that she knew when and how to get in touch with Sam. She set fire to the instructions and while watching them burn to ash, she thought: “I’ll put this thing together again later and radio Sam this evening.” Meanwhile she had some painting to do, now that the plaster was dry. She started with the paint roller on the wall behind the bed.

*

The young Chinese computer tech timidly put his hand up again to get the attention of his impatient superior who walked straight over to the tech’s cubicle.

“Yes?”

“Sir, she is in Wuhan. She has only been to a few places since she got to the city. Supermarket area near river, residential area, and… Wuhan Institute of Virology. Sir.”

His superior paused, looking a little surprised. “Are you sure about that last place?”

“Yes sir, she was there for more than an hour sir.”

“Keep on her” he said walking back to his own office.

*

Xue Lin tossed the three handbags in the closet, and looked at the remaining gear on the bed. The bug detector, the lock picks, the data recovery tool and the wire.

The Garrote wire, a necessary but unpleasant and rather grizzly weapon, she made into a bracelet. “I hope I don’t have to use this before the day is out” she thought to herself, reminding herself that she needed to check the position of the locator she’d put on the girl.

“Email first!” she said, putting on the thick rimmed reading glasses that Jimmy had left for her. “Wow these really do make me look like a geek” she thought.

She opened the laptop and logged in to her Email account that she had established for her job application. It had just gone five o’clock.

Chapter 18

We Regret to Inform You

Dr. Wu looked carefully over each of the three applications on the large white table. There was something about the feisty one from Beijing that he didn’t entirely trust. The smart thing would be to hire the other two nicer girls, one of whom was a shoe-in. They would undoubtably tow the line, do as they were told and be sweet to him.

“Yes, I’ll hire the good girls. Less chance of problems.”

He turned to his desktop computer and cut and pasted together a job offer from an old file. He sent it off to the first girl, the ‘shoe-in.’ Next he started to type the ‘rejection email’ to Xue Lin.

“Thank you for your time. After reviewing the finalists I have decided to go with the other applicants. I wish you the best of luck in your future endeavors.”

*

Xue Lin signed in to her Email account.

“You have no mail,” she read out loud. “Not good!” she said shaking her head, thinking about Dr. Wu’s promise to let them know by the end of the day. She closed her laptop and went to her phone to check on the location of the poor innocent girl who had no idea what was coming if Xue Lin didn’t get one of those jobs.

The little red ball on the map in her phone showed that she lived near the river, a couple of neighborhoods to the South. It was just starting to get dark. Xue Lin had noticed a bicycle rental shop in her neighborhood. She had one more look of satisfaction at the drying paint on the wall and walked out the door into the stairwell and wandered out into the early evening.

At the bike shop she offered to buy one of their older rental bikes. It was rusty but mechanically it was fine. It would get her to and from work and would be handy for little side jobs like the one she would have to do tonight.

She haggled relentlessly with the shop assistant so as not to arouse suspicion. Eventually they agreed on a very low price and she wheeled the bike out of the shop onto the street. Her plan was to take out the girl tonight.

As she paused to look at the map on her phone Xue Lin thought: ‘Maybe I’ll just have her choke on some fried rice. Something that would not call for any questions.’

*

Dr. Wu paused before clicking the send button on Xue Lin’s rejection letter.

‘It would be more interesting having her in the lab than a quiet girl. More fun for me. She had nicer boobs, and she doesn’t button all the way up. That had to be for me,’ he thought to himself, pulling the long hairs that grew from a mole on his chin.

Wu clicked in the address bar and changed it and sent the rejection off to the other girl, who would likely be very disappointed as she was well qualified for the job and had done an excellent interview.

*

Xue Lin slowed to a stop on the side of the road outside the apartment building that was pinging on her GPS locator map. She parked the bike without locking it and approached the list of names and apartment numbers. She rang the buzzer next to the name she remembered from the girl’s file in front of Dr. Wu.

“Hello?” the voice crackled through the old speaker.

“Hi! It’s Xue Lin… from today? The Interview?”

There was a long pause before the girl answered.

“Oh yes. Is everything alright?”

“I just wanted to talk. I don’t have any friends here.”

The door buzzed and Xue Lin pushed it open, walking into the old wooden lobby. Her heart had picked up it’s pace. Depending on what happened next, she might be minutes away from murdering an innocent girl because the American Government needed her to.

Xue Lin climbed the stairs to the fourth floor and soon found apartment 420. The girl had already opened the door and was waiting in the doorway.

“Hi! I’m so sorry for stalking you like this. I was feeling lonely and anxious about the interview today, and I wanted to talk to someone my age, and you seemed really nice.”

The girl blushed. “How did you find my apartment?” she asked, looking more than a little bit uneasy.

“The Institute gave it to me. I told them I had borrowed money from you and wanted to pay you back.” Xue Lin glanced at the girl’s petite neck thinking how she wouldn’t put up much of a fight.

“Would you like some tea?”

“Yes, you are so kind. Thank you,” said Xue Lin, thinking she would use the garrote wire.

Xue Lin unravelled her bracelet behind her back. During training, her instructor had drilled her intensively in the use of the wire. Being petite, Xue Lin had been encouraged to bring larger victims to the ground with the wire and a well placed aikido style trip, using their weight to bring them down, where she could put her foot behind their neck for more powerful leverage. The trainees practiced on each other, making use of a specially designed ‘neck protector’ that enabled the assailant to go all the way with the strangulation without causing injury.

Xue Lin still had not asked if she’d heard back about the interview, but there was something about the demeanour of the girl, a bit of smugness perhaps, that suggested she’d been given one of the two jobs.

With her back to Xue Lin, the girl pushed the pump button on the top of the thermos and hot water spurted out of the spout into a tall porcelain white cup.

“Did you hear back from Dr. Wu?” Xue Lin asked.

“Yes, I did! I got the email an hour ago” she seemed happy.

“He gave me a job! I was so surprised. I thought my interview was not that good.”

She looked at Xue Lin who was now standing very close to her, to accept her tea. “And congratulations to you! You got the other one!” she sang, continuing: “My friend was very disappointed. She thought she would get the job for sure. She got a rejection letter same time as my email came.”

Xue Lin was already winding up the garrote behind her back to put in her pocket out of sight. She accepted the tea cup and sat down pulling her phone out to check her email. Still nothing.

The awkward silence lasted a good thirty seconds.

Xue Lin was thinking: “Either the email has gotten lost, or Wu decided just to hire just one girl.”

Xue Lin sighed. It was already six o’clock. She should have received the email by now. What a shame for this poor girl and her family.

“Bing” her phone chimed. The Email banner glowed across the top of the screen of Xue Lin’s phone. “Oh there it is!” she said as she started to read.

Congratulations.

I would like to offer you one of the jobs at the lab… blah blah blah

Xue Lin looked at the girl and smiled a real smile, relieved.

They chatted superficially for a half hour while finishing their tea. On her way out, Xue Lin saw that the girl’s jacket hanging near the door was the one she’d put the GPS locator in.

The girls hugged in the doorway as Xue Lin rummaged in the pocket of the jacket, palming the locator without too much trouble.

“See you Monday!”

“Bye!”

On the bike ride home, Xue Lin stopped by the brick wall in the deserted alley near her place and tried a few bricks for looseness. Eventually one came out with a bit of help. She pulled the chisel out of her bag and chipped away at the cement inside the hole, making some room. Then she pulled the bug sweeper, the lock picks and the data transfer device out of her backpack, already in ziplock and placed them in the wall, replacing the brick.

“That’ll work!” she said.

Things were going well today. She’d done her renovations, got a job, found a good hiding place and best of all, she hadn’t murdered anyone.

She grabbed some food from a street stall, asking carefully: “What meat is this?” She bought a few supplies for the morning, and walked her rusty bike back to her building.

Sam was expecting the call on the radio at 8:05pm. Those were his instructions. She was to check in with the non-distress signal: “Hello Blue Eyes, this is Snow Forest.” If she thought someone was listening she was to say: “Good evening, this is Xue Lin” in which case the two of them were to go to Plan B and flip the script to the one she had been taught at Langley.

She was ravenously hungry and shoveled the stir fried pork and noodles into her mouth, grunting with satisfaction. “Mmmm yummy” she said into her empty apartment, smiling.

It was nearly eight when she put the radio together running over the communication instructions in her head to reinforce her memory. She put the earbuds in and made the call.

“Hello Blue Eyes, this is Snow Farts.”

“Come on, this is serious Snow Forest.”

“Oh get over yourself Blue Eyes. Everything is cool. I got the job!”

“That’s a relief.” Sam didn’t sound relieved or surprised. He seemed to have a bit too much confidence in her, she thought. He had no idea how close that poor girl had come to being strangled and dumped somewhere.

“You know… it was touch and go there for a minute. I was about to go to Plan B just as the job offer arrived.”

“Well… good. We prefer no mess. You got your tools?” he asked.

“Yep, that guy is a little shifty. Is he solid?” Xue Lin asked, doubtful.

“Keep your bullshit detector on. Just use him for what he’s good for. He’s on a need to know basis and there’s not much he needs to know, for now. He’s Roet’s asset, not mine. So don’t expect too much.”

“Copy that,” Xue Lin responded, making a mental note about Jimmy.

“So I start work tomorrow. I’ll drop a line after my first big day and give you the rundown about the lab. Make sense?”

“Good work. You’ve done well. Far as we can tell you got in to China undetected. I hope the ride wasn’t too rough.”

“Nearly drowned, but whatever.”

Sam paused, not sure what to say.

After an awkward silence Sam said: “Stay safe, Snow Forest. Have a nice first day at work.”

“Over and out.” Xue Lin signed off and pulled the radio apart and stashed it all away, and got ready for bed.

*

The morning sunshine was streaming through the living room windows in Sam’s high-rise apartment as he pulled apart his radio and stashed it in various devices around the office and kitchen of his apartment. He poured his second cup of coffee for the morning and cracked two eggs in the pan, relieved that Snow Forest was ‘in and established’ at the lab. It was an extremely dangerous assignment that she’d been given. An unforgiving job with potentially drastic consequences.

American prisoners caught in China who had been exchanged for Chinese prisoners had brought back horrific accounts of conditions and treatment in Chinese jails. Torture was a standard part of questioning in China. There were no laws overseeing the behavior of Chinese Government agents when it came to interrogating spies or, indeed, their own citizens.

Sam picked up his phone and called Roet.

“Morning Sam.”

“Snow Forest is in, and she’s got a job!”

“That’s good news. She got tools and cash?” asked Roet.

“Yep, and papers. She’s all set. Tell your team good job on the interview file. It worked.”

“I… will do that Sam. Thank you. I’m glad to hear it.”

“See you at the office.”

“OK Sam, thanks for the update.”

Chapter 19

A Black Bag Job

The sun hung low in the sky after Xue Lin’s first day at work. Her bike leaned against the red brick wall as she loosened her secret brick and retrieved the bug sweeper. This was going to be her routine every evening. Her life might depend on it. She had been taught that mistakes can easily happen at the beginning of a mission when things are unfamiliar. She had to go forward carefully.

She crept quietly up the stairs to the third floor. No point being noisy. Xue Lin paused at her front door. She could tell that someone had opened it, as the hair she had stuck along the bottom of the door had been dislodged.

Standing in the corridor, she took the bug sweeper from the ziplock bag in her backpack, turned it on and switched it to vibrate and stuck it down the front of her pants, pulling her blouse over the top of it. If there were cameras, she wanted to make sure that they didn’t catch her sweeping the room with the device.

She pulled her metal chopsticks from her hair, gripped them in tight fists as Sam had taught her and slowly opened the door. Nobody. The apartment was exactly as she had left it.

Maintaining a normal ‘I just got home’ routine, she went to the fridge and opened it. Then closed it and swept the kitchen with the device still down her pants. She then moved to the bathroom to wash her hands, look in the mirror and open the cabinet mirror. Still no vibrations from the sweeper. She moved toward the bedroom, and as she passed through the doorway, the sweeper began to vibrate intermittently. She moved to the bedside, and the vibrating became constant. She stretched, and casually looked around the walls for a camera, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, so she sat on the side of the bed, and fumbled for the bedside lamp, looking closely inside the lampshade. No camera, but… ‘what IS that?’ she thought peering closer at where the lightbulb was screwed in.

“Gotcha!” she mouthed silently, leaving it in place. She made her way around the rest of the apartment finding two more tiny microphone transmitters in the living room, both installed on lamps.

Xue Lin pulled the sweeper out and put it on the kitchen bench, knowing that there were no cameras. She checked her plastered hidey-hole, all good.

She then pulled out each of the radio parts from their clever hiding places, checking them one by one. Everything in its place still.

She made a social call to her new lab assistant girlfriend to say hi, and ask her how her first day was. She hung up and put the sweeper in its ziplock and went out to return it to its brick wall. She went and sat in a busy local restaurant to go over the ‘audio bug protocol’ in her head.

Her tradecraft instructor had taught her how to utilize an enemy’s audio bugs for counterintelligence. The people listening assume they are getting reliable information, while you lead them down the garden path with a preplanned scenario.

As she ate her steamed Wuchang fish, she went over what she would say to Sam on the radio. It was possible that the bugs were standard for employees at the lab, but she had to assume that she was a special case until she could check the other girl’s apartment to see if it was clean.

She paid her bill and headed back to put the radio together. She pulled out her mobile phone and the new burner phone that she’d bought, turning its ringer to silent. She put the radio together and plugged the headphones in. Then, just as she made the radio call, she called the burner phone from her mobile. They would not be able to trace the call, and would not be aware that she was using a radio to communicate, and the phones were just decoys.

*

The audio tech and the analyst both listened in on the call coming out of the adopted girl’s apartment. The signal was clear, but the recipient phone was not registered. “Must be a burner” said the tech.

“Good evening, this is Xue Lin. How are you?” she said, using the alternative dialogue designed to alert Sam if she’d found a bug.

The techs listened but only silence followed. She was not using speaker phone, so they could only hear her side of the conversation.

“Good! I’m fine too,” she said.

More silence

“Yeah it was really fun. A great first day, though I was nervous. Everybody works very hard there, but the pay is good, so I’m happy. What did you do today?”

Xue Lin paused, sitting at the kitchen bench talking into the radio with the phones in front of her. She allowed a really long silence this time, and had a long pull on her beer while imagining what a long winded friend might be saying, meanwhile Sam was answering her through her headphones over the radio: “OK Snow Forest, see if you can find out if they are on to you or if it’s just standard operating procedure of a paranoid government.”

The tech guy drummed his fingers waiting for Xue Lin to speak again.

“Good!” she said. “How is your boyfriend doing?” she asked

Sam’s voice crackled in her headphones. “Very funny, Snow Forest. Now, say: ‘yes’ if there’s a room they didn’t bug, like the bathroom for instance”

“Yes” she replied.

One of the tech guys rolled his eyes and the other yawned.

She continued: “Do you keep tampons in your handbag when you are not on your period? You know, for a friend if she needs one, or if your period sneaks up on you? That reminds I have to buy some, I only have one box in the bathroom.”

Sam laughed. “OK smart ass. So you can radio me from the bathroom after this call. Just leave some music on near their bugs. Something loud and awful.”

One of the techs lifted his arm and smelled his armpit. They had been on for twelve hours today. This job was murder….

“I’d love to!” she said. “Well it’s been lovely talking to you. You make sure to get a bra that fits you properly. If you are going out with a hot man you need to put on some makeup and show some cleavage! Anyway, bye for now. Love you.”

The call ended. The techs logged the call and filed it. Nothing unusual to report.

Xue Lin turned up the music on her phone and put it between the two lamps in the living room. She closed the bedroom door, then picked up a chisel and a screwdriver from the plastic bag on the floor, then the radio from the kitchen bench, and carried them all into the bathroom, using her training to rig the aerial to the plumbing.

“Hello Blue Eyes this is Snow Forest,” she said.

“Good work Snow Forest.”

“Shit I have three bugs. At least there are no cameras. That would suck.”

“Remember to check your own spy cam. You can ID the people who bugged your place. In any case, they did you a favour. You can just talk to me in the bathroom, and then when you need to you can feed them lines near their mic transmitters. It’s perfect really. Just keep sweeping each night to make sure they don’t sneak any cameras in.”

“Roger that. So… the lab is big. Dr. Wu has a secure area that nobody else is welcome in. He’s always in there by himself. Two guards, machine guns. Metal detector. It’s secure alright… so something’s going on in there.”

“I’ll talk to Roet and see what he’s prepared to share. He’s been a total prick about it so far. Trust issues I guess.”

“Alright Blue Eyes. I’ll go check my Hello Kitty for a good movie. Talk soon!”

“Over and out.”

Xue Lin dismantled the radio and stashed it. She pulled the eye out of her Hello Kitty and plugged it in to her laptop.

Two guys, searching the room, but not very professionally. One of them planted the three audio bugs while the other looked under the table and checked the floorboards and in all the drawers. She got a good freeze frame of each of them looking almost directly at the camera, and took a moment to memorize their faces in case she should see them again.

Chapter 20

Drinks

During her next day at the lab, Xue Lin suggested to the other new girl that they have drinks to celebrate starting their new jobs. They decided on eight o’clock, and as Xue Lin pleaded that her apartment was still ‘unfurnished and messy’, the other girl suggested that they do it at her place.

Xue Lin dropped by her red brick wall to pick up the bug sweeper and arrived on her bike at the girl’s building a few minutes after eight. She parked her bike and turned the bug sweeper on, still on vibrate, and put it back in her backpack, pulling out a bottle of plum wine imported from Korea. Pressing the buzzer, the front door soon clicked open and she headed up the stairs to the fourth floor where the door was already open and the girl whom she had come close to strangling a few days earlier was standing there smiling sweetly, beckoning her to come in.

Xue Lin held out the bottle of plum wine, keeping her backpack slung over her front. Xue Lin made her way around the room commenting on the decorations and the furniture.

“Let me give you a tour!” the girl said, offering to take her bag and coat.

“I’ll put them down in a minute. Show me your beautiful place!”

By the end of the three minute tour, the sweeper had not vibrated at all. She turned the device off inside her bag.

“Here!” the girl said, insisting now that she hand over her coat and backpack to hang up in the hall.

Xue Lin sat on the couch thinking about how she was being singled out for surveillance, and what that might mean. All she could think of was that there was a leak or a rat. Jimmy was clearly open to suspicion, but he’d given her the tools to find the bugs, so that ruled him out.

“Do you want to start with beer? I have dumplings too so we don’t get too drunk. I just have to quickly fry them,” said the girl when she came back.

“Yes, beer! I could really use a beer.”

Xue Lin ran through the people in her circuit. There was only Roet, Sam and Jimmy. No-one could have followed her on her complex route to Wuhan from America. She’d been too careful. Maybe it was someone higher up at the CIA.

Her attention returned to the beer now being poured in the kitchen by her lab colleague with the delicate neck. Looking at her reminded Xue Lin that she really must get around to sharpening her chopsticks soon.

The girl handed Xue Lin a glass of beer and they both began to drink. It felt good to finally relax.

Chapter 21

Casing the Lab

The two armed guards stood on either side of the security door of the Biosafety Level IV lab, down the hall from Xue Lin’s cubicle. They wore black suits and cheap black business shoes. She noted their weapons, with which she was only summarily familiar with. She had never used a JS9mm noise suppressed submachine gun, but she had been made familiar with its specs during training.

Without knowing how many weeks or months she might be working at the lab, she launched in on her recon from the outset with intensity. Running all possible scenarios in her head was standard procedure for a mission that had unspecified goals.

The shift change that she was most interested in happened in the morning. The night guards silently changed position with the two day guards. It was likely that they could all handle themselves in close quarters, probably with specialized training on top of their PLA basics. None of them were large men, but they would need to be neutralized together, making it a much more challenging take-down. There was a long tradition of hand-to-hand combat training in the People’s Liberation Army. Xue Lin was deadly, with or without a weapon, but she would be alone against whomever would stand in her way. The quietest approach would be to divide and conquer. Ideally she needed the whole thing to go without a shot fired.

She would have to find the guard’s patterns of behavior. When they used the bathroom, typically, or took a break. This would take her some time to observe routines.

She considered the need to use Dr. Wu’s security pass to get inside the Level IV lab. It would have to be during working hours so she could enter and exit the building without arousing suspicion.

*

Jimmy had decided that he needed to be in the loop about what Roet’s plan was regarding Dr. Wu and what he was doing for the CIA. Jimmy was in very deep now, and he had to watch all angles to make sure he wasn’t blindsided. Bugging Wu’s car was a simple solution, and a long term one.

Jimmy drove into the Institute of Virology carpark, flashing his Government ID at the attendant. Once inside, he drove to Dr. Wu’s parking spot and stopped behind Wu’s Mercedes. Leaving his engine running, Jimmy opened the driver side door of Wu’s car, using the special Mercedes issued security key that he had picked up at the dealership using his credentials. He got to work under the dashboard connecting the audio bug’s transmitter to the electrical circuit and the audio line to the internal microphone of the Mercedes. It would only pick up Wu’s side of any phone calls he would make, unless of course he used speaker phone, which was likely as it was illegal to talk on a cell phone while driving. The audio would be transmitted to his laptop. The bug would serve multiple purposes for Jimmy. He could not listen in on conversations with Roet, he could use the information to report back to the Chairman, so he appeared to be doing his job. It would also make his job of babysitting Wu easier.

Jimmy cleaned up the wiring and screwed the panel cover back in place.

Chapter 22

Need to Know

The smog of Wuhan had gotten even worse since that first ominous meeting with the Chairman. For several months Doctor Wu had been driving to the lab in this Mercedes every work day, often wondering what would happen to him after he had created the virus for the Chairman. Today his thoughts happened to be of the new lab assistant, Xue Lin, riding her bike to work in this pollution. She was just an average worker, but her coquettish nature and her beauty tipped the scales in her interview. She was coy with him and he liked it. The lab assistants were the only real joy he had left in his life. Jobs in laboratories were hard to find so the lab girls were somewhat at his mercy. It gave him a sense of power, but his life was now devoid of much choice. He was a slave to the Chairman.

His phone rang, it was his daughter Ning, calling from New York City.

“Daddy! It’s me. What time is it there? I’m just about to go out to dinner with a friend.”

“Hi Pumpkin! I’m just driving to work. Who are you having dinner with tonight?”

“Just a girlfriend from NYU. We are going to Chinatown to eat. How’s work?”

“Work’s the same. Saving the world one test-tube at a time.” Wu rolled his eyes at his own lie.

“Anyway Daddy, I just wanted to call to say hi.”

“Bye Pumpkin. Be safe.”

Dr. Wu was concerned and a little frightened for his daughter. But as long as the CIA thought that he was doing what Marcus Roet was telling him to, Ning should be safe. Roet probably had no way of checking up on his work in the lab. He worked alone, with no oversight from anyone. Roet had not complained of any lack of progress on the so-called ‘Yellow Virus’ that he had ordered.

Roet had called him this morning in his car on the way to work to give his intimidating reminders.

“Wu, how is the project coming along?” Roet had asked in his snide voice.

“Work is progressing steadily but I have more ground to cover.”

“Your daughter is also doing very well. She studies too much though. She really needs to get out more.” Roet had said.

Dr. Wu had been lying to Roet. He was indeed very close to having the new SARS-CoV-2 virus that would satisfy the Chairman, but he had so far ignored Roet’s request for a special ‘Asians only virus’.

He hoped that the Chinese Government would help him with getting his daughter out of America unharmed. He had no intention of ever doing what Roet was asking. He would rather take his chances with the Chinese Government grabbing his daughter and bringing her back to China, but he would put off telling the Chairman about Roet and his daughter until it was absolutely necessary, if at all.

*

Sam Chilvers had been waiting a good couple of months for a briefing from Roet about the details of the package that Xue Lin would be tasked with stealing. He had become frustrated with Roet’s excuses and he felt that Xue Lin’s life might be being put in danger by the pointless secrecy that was going on. Sam dialed the phone on his desk.

“Speak!” answered Marcus Roet from his office upstairs on the fifth floor.

“We need to talk, Marcus,” said Sam, “Immanuel Presbyterian at 11am.”

“OK Sam. This better be important” said Roet, annoyed, abruptly hanging up.

Sam had always been wary of Roet. He had a tendency to cut corners and blame others for the problems he himself had caused. He was a coward, and of course an alcoholic. Sam had learnt from his step-father that no alcoholic can be trusted to tell the truth or to do the right thing.

Sam was on a ‘need to know’ basis, according to Roet, but now he needed to know exactly what ‘the package’ was that his operative was going to be going after.

Sam had recently been briefed about the basics concerning Dr. Wu. He was a ‘coerced’ asset, not to be relied upon, and was likely under equal pressure from the Chinese Government. It was still officially ‘classified’ how Roet had coerced Wu. Maybe money, maybe blackmail. Sam had been ordered to keep Xue Lin in the dark about Wu. So as far as his operative knew, she was on her own in Wuhan with nothing but the promise of an extraction team on the day she secured the package, which might be soon.

When Sam arrived at the church, he looked at his phone, 10:55am. He decided to wait until Roet showed before getting out of his navy blue SUV. Sam put his phone in the glove compartment and pulled out his Beretta PX4 in its holster and shoved it down the small of his back. The pistol was not issued by the agency. It was his personal weapon which despite being licensed, he was not supposed to need while working in the States. He just liked to carry. Maybe it was a thing from his military days, but he just felt better packing a gun. He and Roet were swimming in murky waters now.

Sam observed Marcus Roet pulling up outside the church, getting out and looking over his shoulder for a moment before going into the church. Thirty seconds later Sam followed him in and sat next to him in a pew up the back. The church was empty.

“Marcus,” Sam said, nodding.

“Samuel,” replied Roet.

“Marcus, you’ve got to tell me what the package is going to be.” Sam wasn’t one for beating around the bush.

Roet looked sour: “Come on Sam you know that’s above your pay grade” replied Roet. “You’ll know when the time comes. No-one is to be trusted, and that includes CIA officers, for now.”

“OK, then what about our Dr. Wu? What do you have on him?” Sam smirked at Roet, encouraging him to answer. “You’ve got something on him, what is it?” he prompted.

Roet’s ego pulsed in him. He wanted Chilvers to know the power that he had over the Chinese virologist.

“Well… he has a daughter here that we have been keeping tabs on.”

“By that you mean you have tapped every device she has and bugged her apartment?” replied Sam, smiling.

“Yep,” said Roet smugly. “We send videos to her father every now and then, just to let him know that she is still… safe…”

“So the Doctor is behaving over there for us?” asked Sam.

“Far as we can tell. There’s no biological oversight from our side. He’s working alone. The dumb assistants are just doing the admin, but he’s the only one who knows the ‘special mission’ that I’ve assigned him, that is besides me and the Deputy Director of National Intelligence. Not even the President knows that Dr. Wu is in play.”

“My operative is going to need to know what’s in that lab. She’s going to be stealing it from that facility. It’s going to be pretty God damned tight. She’s got to get to extraction with the package intact, and needs to get her exit routes straight soon, and her knowledge of the contents of that package might change her mind about how she plans to evade and escape the Chinese. Don’t you think we should tell her Marcus?”

“When the time comes, Samuel, you’ll know, she’ll know, but that’s all. This particular item, when put into play, is going to affect everything it touches, and currently, the Chinese don’t know that we know what’s going on in that lab. I’d like to keep it that way. This is also for the safety of your pretty little “Snow Forest” over there, who we all remember from her Langley training.” Roet smiled, remembering how Xue Lin had injured several other trainees in hand-to-hand sessions. She was quite the little tiger.

“Have it your way Marcus, but you make sure that Wu doesn’t find out that she’s one of ours. Her life depends on it. Do I have your word?”

“You have my word Sam. Relax. Wu is shackled to us. He’s a puppet.”

Chapter 23

Three Scientists

Dr. Wu’s work on the antidote was infinitely simpler than creating the virus. Years ago he had perfected the anti-viral drug that he had proven could kill the ‘Human Immunodeficiency Virus.’ AIDS was considered by the Communist Party to be a useful ‘reaping machine’ for the undesirable parts of the population: homosexuals and intravenous drug users. The US Government had similar sentiments about HIV. Dr. Wu’s anti-viral drug had been buried by the Chinese Government almost immediately and had never been leaked. His ability to keep his mouth shut had been noticed by the Communist Party, which almost certainly had something to do with them offering him his current job.

The anti-viral drug needed merely to be tweaked in a few minor ways to be effective on the virus he had engineered for the Chairman. The beauty of the antidote was that it could be administered before or after infection, and would cure most patients if introduced before too much damage was done to the respiratory system. However, in the back of his mind there lingered the concern that the antidote could not work beyond a certain timeframe on a ‘mutating virus.’

By the end of the day he would have the antidote which he would color green, to prevent any confusion when the special travel vials tubes were handed over for mass production.

As Dr. Wu opened the bio-hazard safe and slid the test-tube rack out, placing the green antidote vial into a vacant slot, he thought about the version of the virus he had labelled: “SARS-CoV-X” that had the ability to mutate. He had colored this version ‘red’ and nicknamed it the “Red Virus” in his notes. He had marked it for incineration. According to his limited experiments with the Red Virus, the antidote would likely only work for a year or so until the virus had mutated enough to be invulnerable to it. There would be no antidote that would offset the virus after a couple of mutations. As the virus changed, the antidote would also have to change. That’s why the red version had to be destroyed when work was completed. He would have loved to have worked with the Red Virus for a while to see the extent of its ability to mutate, but alas, the Chairman had put him on a deadline.

*

The three men in cheap suits passed through the front doors of the Virology Building. To Xue Lin, they looked different to most men, awkward, nerdy with unfashionable glasses and poorly cut pant cuffs that were all slightly the wrong length. Xue Lin ran a mental profile as they emerged from the security area with their briefcases still in hand. They walked, talked and dressed like scientists.

“If it walks like a duck and it talks like a duck…” thought Xue Lin.

Dr. Wu appeared at his lab’s security door between the two guards, opened it and ushered the three visiting scientists into the secure area. All of them, including Wu, wore stern faces, almost scared. There were no smiles, no warm greetings, and not really any polite interaction at all. It was extremely odd. Xue Lin ran more scenarios in her head as she’d been trained to do. She needed to be flexible with her plans. Things were developing now and she could be forced to move up her schedule.

The three scientists followed Dr. Wu through the security door, and out of Xue Lin’s line of sight.

Inside Wu’s secure lab, the men all sat down at the central table and opened their briefcases containing folders of confidential files. One of the men extracted a folder and spread the contents on the table for Wu to examine. Dr. Wu picked up the first page which had a heading:

Central Military Commission

Directive: Vaccine 5G 2.0

Authors: Dr. Wenliang, Dr. Wang, Dr. Xiang, Dr. Wu

*

The following morning Xue Lin wore her new running shoes to break them in a little and she had finally gotten around to sharpening her metal chopsticks. They now had deadly, razor sharp points. The front security guard had become accustomed to a small reading in the metal detector whenever Xue Lin went through, and no longer stopped her to examine them.

She went straight to the break room to make her green tea. It was always quiet in there at 9AM as all the workers wanted to be seen at their desks at the start of the day. On her way back to her desk she slowed as she passed near the security area. The three brown suits had just shown up again at the building. Today was their third visit. She returned to her desk and went back to her official work as the men made their way through security and up the hall to Dr. Wu’s lab.

*

Dr. Wu felt a little more relaxed this morning as he greeted his three new colleagues. Today they would complete “Vaccine 5G 2.0” for the Chinese Communist Party. None of them, including Wu, had verbally expressed any sentiments regarding the intended use of the tainted vaccine, though each could surmise an obvious shame in each of the other scientist’s faces. It was never safe to criticize the Party as it was every citizen’s duty to inform on those who talk critically about the Government, and one could never predict when someone close would inform, either out of spite or to save their own skin.

The four scientists worked through the final steps of creating the vaccine that would be mass produced in the millions for citizens all over China. The trace elements of heavy metals including copper and aluminum and a substance called “thimerosal” which contained ethyl mercury, were part of the recipe, and the three guests assured Dr. Wu that they had in fact already been tested on human subjects and were shown to be a strong catalyst in the desired reaction with the prescribed wavelength spectrum that the new 5G network could broadcast if so desired.

Yesterday afternoon Wu had tested the newly engineered vaccine against all of his virus strains. He didn’t explain the properties of any of the viruses to his new colleagues. It was best if no-one else knew that one of the strains could mutate quickly. If it became known that the virus he had marked “SARS-COV-X” could possibly mutate to live longer on surfaces, kill younger patients, or even travel through the air, it might fall into the wrong hands. It was a powerful weapon, and could very likely be impossible to reign in once it was released.

The vaccine was effective enough. It would help all but the sick and elderly, and people who had heart or lung conditions. For them, the virus would still be able to kill them. The figures would be set out in the scientists’ report on “Vaccine 5G 2.0”, with no mention of the mutating virus.

They agreed that the vaccine should not be colored, as it was less alarming to patients when they were being injected.

Dr. Wu went to one of the cupboards on the wall and returned with a bottle of rice wine and four shot glasses. The men made a small but awkward fuss about it as Wu filled the glasses and pushed one in each direction. The scientists each took one and they all said quietly and grimly: “Gan Bei” and drank.

It appeared that they were drinking to the success of the project, but the truth of the matter was that they were each drinking to his own survival of this dangerous situation they had found themselves in. Scrutiny from the Chinese Communist Party was never good.

Chapter 24

Great Leap Forward

The Chairman entered the ballroom where a long table was surrounded by men seated along each side. The old concrete hotel was listed as five star, but its bleak lobby and hallways gave away the fact that this communist monstrosity encapsulated the spirit of the cultural revolution in which Chairman Mao took measures to upheave any capitalist tendencies. Many of China’s historical sites were destroyed, as they were at the root of “old ways of thinking.” Museums and homes were ransacked, and anything representing bourgeois ideas was burned. There had been massacres everywhere. Children were not spared. People from ethnic minorities were beaten to death. It was a bloody time in China in the sixties and seventies.

Chairman Xi Jinping walked towards the table as the twenty men in suits rose from their seats. They all sat as he took his seat at the head of the table.

“Today, we take a great leap forward.”

Xi Jinxing paused as the echo of his voice faded.

“Long has the West kept China in poverty with its economic policies, trade agreements and its oppressive military machine.”

“Too long!” the Chairman boomed. “China will soon be dictating new terms to the United States of America and other Western countries. It will soon be China who decides how much tax will be paid or collected. It will be China who decides which islands belong to China!”

The men around the table looked intently at the Chairman. None of them had a clue what he was going to say.

“China will be unified. We will be one nation marching triumphantly in the same direction. There will be no more protests. No demonstrations. There will be no more slow working in the factories and the people’s war against the West will be won without us lifting a gun barrel. There will be no need for missiles, ships or submarines to be deployed. There will not be a single soldier killed in action. China will be the most powerful country that there has ever been. Our Government will soon have riches to shower upon our Country’s infrastructure. We will have the most comfortable and efficient transport in the world. Everybody will be able to afford to eat. Our citizens will love China more than they love their own mothers.”

The Chairman waited for the low murmur to die away.

“There will be a new Chinese virus that will ravage Wuhan. It will not touch our manufacturing cities such as Beijing, Shanghai or Nanjing. We will allow Wuhan to serve as a warning and also as reassurance to the rest of the citizens of China. We will wait while many die in Wuhan before we step in with vaccinations. The people of Wuhan will suffer for the good of China. The people must see the extent of the danger before we step in to save these brave citizens who will suffer for the good of their comrades.

“At the same time, we will relay to the West our strategically adjusted infection numbers from Wuhan so that when the virus reaches the West, they will have underestimated its ability to spread, to sicken and kill, and they will not be prepared. We will tell the World Health Organization what to say and what recommendations to make to the West. We will convince the West to keep their international borders open for much too long. Their epidemic will become a pandemic, and their governments will be criticized for their lack of preparation. Their laziness and stupidity will bring them to their knees. Before the year 2021 arrives, they will bow before China.

“The virus will hit Europe and the United States and other western countries including the United Kingdom, Australia and Canada within a few months of the Wuhan outbreak, quickly bringing their economies to a standstill. Their hospitals will be overrun with infectious cases and they will quickly run out of resources.”

The men around the table still sat in silence. Waiting for the Chairman to explain. He often talked in parables which was annoying as it was so patronizing, but this was never discussed. Xi Jinxing was a ruthless man.

“When the West is on its knees, China will help! China will come to the rescue. We are prepared. We are ready, because we know what is coming. We learned our lesson in 2003 with the SARS outbreak. Our factories have already mass-produced millions of extra units of medical equipment. When Wuhan is recovering, we will appear to be coming to the aid of the West. The machines and face masks, the gloves and gowns that they will immediately run out of, will need to be replaced. China will be there for them. China will sell them everything they need for their sick and dying people. We will sell it for billions in profit. While their factories lay idle, producing nothing, China will stride ahead with great strength and purpose.”

“China’s workforce will be vaccinated and, as such, will be completely unaffected by the pandemic in Wuhan. Our country will gear up it’s production in all areas. We will become an exporting giant!”

More murmuring from the men around the table.

“At the same time, our new billionaires will make forays into foreign countries, buying up land, businesses and raw materials. The American stock market may dip, leaving it open to takeover. As the world’s workforce lays idle and their companies flounder, losing money every day, our industrialist heroes will march in and save their businesses by buying up everything.”

The Chairman encouraged the men to react this time, smirking, nodding at them, looking around the table at each of them.

“Their feeble governments will allow this to happen as they will be cowering behind their wall of political lies, not knowing what to do, more worried about their own political longevity than their people’s future, the politicians will stand back as China bulldozes its way across the Western world while we build up China and cut out our own weaknesses.”

“You will all be given the antidote, so not a single one of us will be touched by the virus. This is an honor which you have all earned.”

The Chairman waved the guard at the nearest door to bring in the nurses. The door was opened and twenty nurses in uniform carrying stainless steel trays with syringes and alcohol swabs. The nurses stood around the table just behind the committee members.

“Please accept this gift from the People’s Party as we sing ‘The East Is Red.’”

A small brass band entered the room and began to play an introduction as the nurses began swabbing the men’s arms in preparation for their injections of the green liquid.

They began to sing, even as they were being injected:

“The East is red, the sun is rising.

From China, appears Mao Zedong.

He strives for the people’s happiness,

Hurrah, he is the people’s great savior!

Chairman Mao loves the people,

He is our guide to building a new China

Hurrah, lead us forward!

The Communist Party is like the sun,

Wherever it shines, it is bright

Wherever the Communist Party is

Hurrah, the people are liberated!”

Chapter 25

The Fate of Ning Wu

As rush hour began in the streets below, Jimmy was having a big breakfast of rice and pigs’ feet in his own kitchen. He’d been out to dinner the night before as Doctor Wu had gone to bed very early. Jimmy’s computer flashed a banner which meant a recording had come through from the audio bug in Wu’s car. Jimmy took a large bite from a pig’s foot and walked to his laptop and pressed play.

As Jimmy listened to the call from Roet, which Dr. Wu had put on speaker, he stopped chewing for a moment. It was now clear that Marcus Roet was blackmailing Dr. Wu by threatening to harm his daughter. Something about forcing him to create an ‘Asians-only version of the virus’.

Jimmy rewound the recording and listened to it a couple more times before dialing the Chairman’s direct line.

“Hello Mister Chairman, this is Jimmy.”

“Yes, Jimmy, what do you have for me?”

“Doctor Wu has a daughter studying in New York. The CIA are surveilling her and sending videos of her to Dr. Wu threatening him to alter the virus so it only infects Asians. From what the Doctor says to himself when he gets off the phone, it would seem that he is only pretending to go along with the CIA, but not actually doing it sir.”

“That’s interesting news Jimmy. Thank you. Good work.”

“Thank you sir. I will send you the audio file and the text file on the daughter which has her contact details in New York.”

*

The Chairman’s assistant arose from her seat behind her desk outside the Chairman’s office. She formally greeted the Head of Foreign Covert Operations and showed him into the office where the Chairman sat behind his desk.

“Welcome Colonel.”

The Colonel nodded, looking impressive in full Uniform.

“Superior men are always held in fear and in awe,” the Chairman said.

The Colonel nodded, knowingly. His men feared him, and he used this to his advantage whenever possible.

“There is something that has come to our attention but it is rather sensitive and anything we do needs to be completely below the radar. There is a Chinese girl in New York who the CIA are watching. She is the daughter of a man who is doing important work for me. I cannot afford for him to be compromised by these foreign dogs. I need you to bring her back to China. It needs to be clean. None of your team is to be captured.”

“I understand sir.”

“Here is her name and home address in Manhattan”.

As the General handed the file over, he said: “Good luck. Take care of it quickly.”

“Thank you sir.”

The Colonel saluted and turned efficiently and left the office.

Chapter 26

Asians Only

Doctor Wu had, until now, been holding off on making any forays into the work that Roet was demanding from him, however, he’d recently felt watched and had become afraid that Roet may find out that he had ignored his request.

Dr. Wu reopened the file on his computer that contained the genetic targeting data. He had based his new virus on a previous ‘crown shaped’ version that was called SARS-CoV. SARS, which stood for ‘Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome’ had been released in China back in 2003. He had been given some older classified documents about the engineering of the SARS virus and he had noticed that SARS was designed to be harmless to white people, in fact it was harmless to anyone who was not Asian!

“Must have been CIA then too!” he said out loud, shaking his head disapprovingly, alone in his lab. He could, if forced to, still go back and alter his new virus to target Asians only.

Dr. Wu’s discovery that one version of his virus was able to mutate and was, in a sense, smarter than the SARS-CoV-2 was very concerning. If the virus was able to change itself, it could roll across the world’s population, attacking younger and fitter patients. Even babies, eventually. If this version of the virus was released, it could lay waste to whole economies. It could destroy humanity, worst case scenario…. That was not what he wanted. He wasn’t a sociopath. He was a pragmatist. However he was being strong-armed by two of the most powerful organizations on the planet. He was however incensed that the Americans were threatening to harm his daughter, and the mutating version of the virus lurked amongst his darker thoughts.

He continued working diligently to create the virus that the Chairman had ordered. No possibility of mutation, and with a small target death rate aimed at just the weak and the elderly. His work was nearly complete. He was glad that there was very high security protecting the lab because his workflow dictated that he keep all versions of the virus created along the way. This meant that in his lab there was a series of several Corona viruses ranging from ‘non-contagious’ all the way up to the most dangerous one that could mutate. He intended to incinerate all other versions the moment his work was complete. In the meantime, the viruses were color coded, and locked up in the bio-hazard safe. The final Yellow Virus would be labelled: “SARS-CoV-2”

Dr. Wu set to work, a cup of strong coffee on his desk. The final steps would take him the rest of the day and probably some of the night too.

Dr. Wu’s email program pinged. He had a message from the Chairman’s office. He clicked on the message and saw there was an attached video. He opened it. An iPhone video of his daughter! He clicked the play button.

“Daddy, I am safe. The Chinese Government men grabbed me off the street! They showed me pictures of all the little cameras that the CIA had put in my apartment. Can you believe that? I feel so violated. Apparently there was even one in my bathroom! But I’m OK. I want to come home Daddy. They are going to get me home. I don’t want to live in this country anymore. I will be seeing you very soon. Well, that’s it. I love you!”

Dr. Wu couldn’t believe it. How did the Government know about the CIA watching her?

He thought to himself about how he was no longer obligated to work on the CIA virus, and closed his laptop and put away his notes. He closed the safe and took his white coat off. He was going home to celebrate. As he walked through the lab to security the lab assistants all said goodbye respectfully, but he didn’t really hear them. His thoughts had already returned to the mutating Red Virus and the devastation it could do to America.

Chapter 27

A Lost Asset

Marcus Roet sat in his office reading intelligence briefings on his computer. He’d been working at the agency since he graduated from Rutgers University on the East Coast. He’d applied to the CIA through the regular channels. He hadn’t been recruited and didn’t have any special talents that made him stand out, but once he was in the door, he knew how to slide up the ladder, usually at the expense of others. A bad word about someone in the appropriate ear could do irrepairable damage. He played on people’s dark side. Also he never questioned orders, no matter what they entailed. Ironically, Marcus Roet would have made a great Chinese citizen.

The CIA directive from the seventh floor had been to ‘turn’ Dr. Wu, force him to alter the virus that they had discovered he’d started work on, and then steal a copy of it to keep for American use on the Chinese in the future if needed. Roet was apprised of the type of virus Wu was working on. The Generals had been concerned for the last few decades about use of bioweapons on the armed forces. Control of Dr. Wu was of vital military importance. The alteration of the virus would ensure that US armed forces and allies would be relatively unaffected. China would be shooting blanks at them, much like SARS-COV back in 2003.

Roet knew that if the virus was altered in such a way as to only affect Asians, it could also be a highly effective biological weapon to deploy against other Asian countries including Vietnam, Japan, North Korea. Roet also saw the paradoxical nature of using a Chinese made bio-weapon against the Chinese.

Chinatown

Dr. Wu’s daughter pressed the ‘end call’ button on her phone. She was happy to hear her father’s voice and was excited to tell him that she was going to Chinatown for dinner with a friend.

She was already in her pretty dress that she’d bought yesterday using her his credit card.

She google mapped the route to “Joe’s Shanghai” a very popular soup dumpling restaurant just off Canal street. It was an easy trip: one subway and a ten minute walk.

She texted her friend that she would meet her outside the restaurant at eight, but if she was late, to just get in line for a table.

The A train was half empty and she found a seat and opened her book.

She had more than forty minutes before her stop and didn’t have to look up from her book except for the occasional check on their progress downtown. She did accidentally meet eyes with the Chinese man sitting opposite her, each of them looking down immediately, slightly embarrassed. Those accidental interactions were always awkward in New York City, as eye contact was avoided at all costs, especially if you were a little Asian girl.

“Canal street,” came the announcement. She waited until the last second before getting up to go the door. Most of the passengers left the train, including the Chinese man. She walked up the furthest staircase, knowing the way to the street from this station. Heading east along Canal Street towards Chinatown, she pulled her phone out and sent a quick text:

“Canal Street, walking from A train now. C U soon.”

The Chinese man from her subway carriage was on his phone too as he walked behind her. She didn’t notice that she was being followed as she was focused upon her phone.

She crossed Mulberry Street, and was startled as a white van pulled up violently to the curb next to her and the door slid open. She felt a shove behind her and two men in the van dragged her inside without much effort. The Chinese man who had been following her also got in the van, grabbing her phone from her hand and tossing it out the door. As the phone landed on the footpath, the van had already jerked away from the curb, rubber squealing for a moment, and sped away toward the Manhattan bridge which would take it to Brooklyn.

“Cal 911! Call 911!” Yelled a young hipster, picking up the girl’s phone that still displayed the open WhatsApp text exchange.

The next morning at 9AM Marcus Roet dialed Sam’s office extension from his desk at Langley.

“Sam, meet me in an hour. Same church?”

“Yep. What’s up?”

“Bad news,” replied Roet and hung up.

*

Sam Chilvers pulled up across from Immanuel Presbyterian. He saw Roet’s car outside. Sam scanned the street and surrounding area before putting his phone in the glove compartment and grabbing the pistol.

Marcus was waiting inside, seated in the same place as the last time.

Sam joined him, sitting close, but looking around the church to make sure that they were alone.

Roet started with: “We lost Wu’s daughter. The Chinese took her last night.”

“How the hell did the Chinese find out about her?” exclaimed Sam.

“We must have a leak,” said Roet. “They picked her up on the street, near Chinatown. Grabbed her in broad daylight… well it was nearly dinner time.”

“You didn’t geo-tag her all this time you’ve been watching her?” asked Sam incredulously.

“Yeah, we put locator on her keys. We know where she is, or at least we know where her keys are. The locator puts her in Brooklyn in a warehouse. It hasn’t moved since it got there last night.”

Sam nodded. “Are you sending a team in?”

Roet nodded back: “FBI SWAT are giving me a team. We’re going in tonight after midnight. There’ll be fewer people around. I’m flying to New York in two hours. I’ll lead the team. We will be going in heavy. They probably won’t be expecting us.”

*

The FBI jet touched down on Long Island with Roet aboard. He’d managed to hitch a ride despite the annoyance in the voice of the FBI agent whom he’d had to convince.

The SWAT team approached the Brooklyn warehouse in four unmarked sedans.

“Comms check.” The team counted off as the cars pulled in a block from the entrance to the warehouse.

Roet’s voice came over the comms: “We need to take the girl unharmed. Once we have visual confirmation, clean up the scene, shoot to kill. Get everybody.”

The team quickly and silently jogged into position outside the side entrance. The warehouse was listed as ‘restaurant kitchen supplies storage’ but there was no knowing the layout of the place.

“Breach!” came the order, and the entry ram hit the door which bent and swung open with a loud clang, giving away their presence in the building to whomever was inside.

Roet and the team of six were inside in seconds. The dimly lit warehouse was deathly quiet as they all found cover and began working their way inside through the rows of shelves toward the back. Quietly clearing each section as they moved forward, covering each other. Roet, wearing a bulletproof vest, carrying an MP5 submachine gun, handed to him by the team captain in the car, huddled behind the agent in the lead who had a bullet proof shield.

“Please don’t shoot me in the back with that thing. Are you trained on an MP5?”

“Of course I am!” snapped Roet, lying.

As they approached the back wall of the warehouse, Roet saw that there were three doors. The leader motioned that they would split into three teams of two, and open the doors all at once.

The leader signaled the countdown with his fingers: “3–2” and then suddenly the whoosh and thud of five bullets hitting three members of the team. “Contact high right!” yelled the Team Leader. Muzzle flashes on the right side of the warehouse… Pistols with suppressors continued firing at them. The team returned fire to the right. Roet opened the cheap wooden door in front of him to take cover. He heard the crack crack of a pistol in front of him and felt two painful thuds in his chest before he saw the Chinese agent inside who had shot him. As Roet fell to his left, his finger pulled back on the trigger of his own weapon, spraying the contents of his magazine around the right side of the room, as the Chinese agent lunged low tumbling skillfully toward the doorway, springing again to his feet, making his escape to the street and into the night.

The Team Leader lit up the shooters to the right with automatic fire, bringing all three to the ground. The three FBI agents still standing entered the other two rooms which were empty. “Clear!” came both the signals.

The Team Leader turned on his radio: “We have four team members down with gunshot wounds, three suspects killed. Send ambulances ASAP.”

Roet grunted as he loosened his vest to feel behind it. Relieved, he thought ‘No penetration’ as he looked around the room at all the bullet holes he’d made in the walls.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Roet yelled as he saw the lifeless and bloody body of the daughter of Dr. Wu lying in the corner. Roet realized that he had shot her squarely through the neck with his machine gun fire and she had already bled out. He wasn’t used to the weapon, having never used one like it before.

“Damn!” said the Team Leader as he saw the girl’s body, lifeless on the floor.

The ambulances arrived, red lights blinking, and the three downed FBI agents were taken to hospital with various bullet wounds, and the girl was put in a body bag and taken to a morgue in Manhattan along with the three dead Chinese agents. A botched operation, and worse, the Chinese agent who had escaped could relay back to China that Wu’s daughter was now dead.

Dr. Wu would not only be upset about his daughter, but he would also be free of CIA control. A lost asset.

*

The Chairman listened sternly with the phone pressed to his ear. He was alone in his office in Beijing.

“This is very good news. You are absolutely sure that she is dead?”

The Chairman lit a cigar as he let the Chinese agent in New York finish his account of the botched FBI operation to get the girl back.

“Excellent, despite losing three men, all of whom died in service of the Party. Well done to you and thank you for your service. Are you staying in America or do you need to come home?”

The Chairman’s puffs of smoke billowed into the wide open space of his enormous office.

“Fine, if your cover is intact you can stay in place and wait for your next assignment. The Party thanks you for your service.”

The Chairman hung up, thinking about in which possible directions this bad news might push Dr. Wu.

He picked up his phone once again.

“Bring me some tea please.”

Outside the door of his office, the assistant relayed the request to her subordinate.

*

Dr. Wu answered his office phone.

“Dr. Wu, I have the Chairman on line one,” Wu’s assistant said nervously.

“Thank you honey, put him through.”

Dr. Wu waited nervously doodling a cartoon of a corona virus carrying a suitcase on a legal pad.

“Doctor Wu, hello, I hope I am finding you in good health!” boomed the voice of the Chairman.

“Yes sir.”

“Are you sitting down? I am afraid that I have some very bad news about your daughter.”

“Sir?”

“As you know the CIA were planning on detaining her and possibly doing her harm in order to coerce you into doing their bidding”.

“Sir, I knew that they were watching her. I am sorry I did not say anything to you, but I was afraid for her life. They said that they would not harm her.”

“Dr. Wu, as you may be aware, last night my agents in New York took her into protective custody. Our agents allowed her to make a short video that we sent you. Last night there was a development. The CIA tracked her down and shot her.” The Chairman paused, uncomfortably. “Dr. Wu, your daughter did not suffer.”

Wu stared into space, not fathoming what he had just heard.

“Three of our agents died trying to protect her. The Chinese Communist Party would like to honor her in a ceremony when her body is brought back. My diplomats are speaking with the Mayor of New York today to expedite the process. Again, Dr. Wu, we are very sorry for your loss. I am relieved that you will now be able to carry on your important work, free of the strong-arm tactics of the foreign barbarians. My assistant will be in touch with any important information as it comes in.”

*

Dr. Wu hung up the phone. He reached up to the cupboard where the rice wine was stored, grabbed a bottle, and calmly left the lab, still wearing his white lab coat. As he drove the familiar route back to his house, where he intended to start drinking, he looked at the mobile phone on the dashboard that had been given to him to communicate with Roet. He picked it up to call him but decided against it. Instead he dialed his daughter’s number in New York City.

“Hi, you’ve reached Ning Wu, but I can’t pick up right now as I am probably in class or with friends. Please leave me a message.”

Dr. Wu’s eyes misted over as he drove home.

His thoughts drifted back to the Americans and the fact that they were now off his back. But what wouldn’t he give to have that CIA pig, Marcus, suddenly come down with a horrible virus and die.

*

Marcus Roet’s chest X-rays showed a broken rib, but no other damage. Upon release from hospital, he took a cab to LaGuardia airport and was on the first flight back to Virginia where he would have to report to the 7th Floor about the botched operation.

“No sweat, I’ve done worse with no consequences,” he thought to himself.

The reality though was that he had now lost control of the asset, Dr. Wu, who might now do damage to the United States in retaliation for the loss of his daughter. Roet had to assume that the news would get back to Wu even though the death of the girl and the three agents had been classified. The simple fact remained that one of the Chinese agents had escaped, and he would report back to China that the FBI had killed her. Meanwhile he needed to clear the girl’s apartment of bugs that his team had planted.

Roet ordered a glass of wine from the first class attendant, and proceeded to call one of his guys to go and retrieve the bugs.

Chapter 28

Beijing

Jimmy had been summoned to Beijing to see the Chairman. He had the small jet to himself and took the time to put his feet up and rest a little. He had no need to worry. Jimmy had come to associate the Chairman with good things in his life and as he drifted off into a heavy nap, he dreamt of buxom white girls in bikinis galavanting about on a rooftop pool deck. The bump of the wheels on the tarmac brought him back and he was soon in the back of a limo on his way to his meeting.

Shelling a gigantic prawn with his chopsticks, the Chairman sat having lunch at his large ornate mahogany desk. His assistant was holding his calls. Jimmy was asked to wait while the Chairman finished his lunch. The assistant smiled personably at him as he straightened his tie and sat in one of the armless red felt covered chairs.

Twenty minutes went by agonizingly slowly before the assistant’s intercom buzzed.

“Please go inside.” She said sweetly.

Jimmy smelled the strong odor of seafood upon entering the office. The Chairman asked him if he would like a Bourbon, gesturing for Jimmy to help himself. Jimmy poured a very modestly sized drink for himself.

“The reason for the secrecy, Jimmy, is that the mission you are about to be sent on must never be talked about. The only people who can know about what you are about to do are Dr. Wu, myself and my high level Government officials. The mission is a key part of a great leap forward that our country is on the precipice of taking.”

Jimmy stared back at the Chairman, not knowing how to respond. He nervously chose to take a slurp of his drink.

“You must accept that you will never be recognized for this mission. You will never be applauded or blamed. You do this for the glory of China. You do this for the greater good.”

“Yes sir.”

The Chairman continued: “You will be notified one day in the near future that you are to go to Doctor Wu’s secure lab where he will give you an immunization. This is to protect you. He will then provide you with some kind of special dispersal device and provide you with instructions to follow.”

“Yes sir.” Jimmy confirmed.

“You are to follow the directions that he gives you exactly, and you are not to discuss any of this with any living soul. Nobody.”

“Understood sir.”

“You may be wondering what you get in return. I would normally say that the reward for a task such as this would be the sense of pride that comes with an act of helping your Country. In your case, I feel that your service to China has been so valuable thus far that completing this mission would warrant a special reward. I would like to set your retirement age at fifty years old. You may begin taking your full pension at that time.”

“Thank you sir. I feel honored!”

“Go now. Continue on as you were, and wait for the call. The Party believes in you.”

Jimmy turned and walked stiffly to the door, exiting politely.”

Chapter 29

SARS-COV-X

Dr. Wu entered his secure lab the next morning. He didn’t speak to anyone on the way through security or on the floor of the outer laboratory. The assistants were taken aback at his apparent state of mind. He didn’t look at anybody. He entered the door to the high security lab between the armed guards. The sight of their guns snapped him back into thoughts of what had happened to his daughter. He was feeling extremely hungover. He had drunk whisky in his living room until he had blacked out. He was probably still a little drunk now.

He had lost his only daughter. His only family left in the world. His emotions seesawed violently between sadness and fury. His actions were on automatic. His tasks for today did not require much thinking. ‘Just follow procedure’ he thought to himself as he went through the motions of opening files and closing out all of the experiments that he’d now completed.

The Yellow Virus was ready for handover to the Chairman’s scientists. All that remained for him to do was to clean up the records of his workflow, and to incinerate the interim viruses that were stored in the bio-hazard safe and served no further purpose, one of which was too dangerous to be in existence. As Dr. Wu closed out another file, he went over in his mind what he’d done in the lab since his first meeting with the Chairman.

The Chairman had asked for a virus that picked off the weak, the sick and the elderly. Dr. Wu took a sample of the Yellow Virus out of the safe and put it in the small foam-lined pelican case marked SARS-CoV-2. He would be handing this to the three Government scientists.

SARS-CoV-2 was a dangerous virus, but the new vaccine would work against it in healthy patients. It wasn’t a ‘world killer’ but it would cull the weak parts of the population, people no longer capable of working. The Yellow Virus would inevitably spread to the rest of the world through tourism, particularly those horrible germ incubators: ‘cruise ships’. The problem for the rest of the world was that they did not have a vaccine ready and they did not have the data necessary to create a vaccine any time soon. This indeed was the Chairman’s intention, and it occurred to Dr. Wu that the Chairman may very well order his death to ensure that no vaccine could become available to the West through him. His death would also ensure that the secret of the origin of the virus would not be told. The Ministry of Propaganda would ensure that the report to the world would be about people eating and handling infected bats.

‘He’s going to kill me!’ thought Dr. Wu as his fingers paused motionless above the keyboard. He stayed like that for what seemed like a full minute before he continued his work as his panicky thoughts raced through ideas of escape, defection, going to the States and murdering the CIA officer who was responsible for his daughter’s death. For certain, though, he had to get out of China soon, before the virus took hold of Wuhan and he was ‘disappeared.’

He realized that the CIA would no longer be expecting a special virus from him as they had nothing on him anymore but something in the back of his mind told him that he wasn’t out of danger from the CIA. It was possible that they had a spy in the lab. He doubted it, though as he had vetted every single one of the workers. Still, he had felt like someone was watching him lately, and there was that man from the parking garage who was in the back seat of his car with a pistol a few years ago. Hopefully he wasn’t still around.

Dr. Wu thought for a moment about the Red Virus which if unleashed could bring down national economies. The vaccine and the antidote would only work on the Red Virus for a very limited number of mutations, maybe just one mutation. His vaccine would be effective for a year at most. Dr. Wu reached into the bio-hazard safe and retrieved the Red Virus, and gently installed it in the second pelican case marked SARS-CoV-X and stashed it under the bench in a large unused drawer.

He continued his work, storing the antidote that was colored bright green that he had already administered to himself. The vial went into the pelican case marked “SARS-CoV-2 Antidote.”

Then he gently lifted the vial with the Vaccine from the safe. It was clear in color. He placed it in the Pelican case marked ‘SARS-CoV-2 Vaccine.’

*

The three scientists had grown to like Dr. Wu. The truth was that they all feared for their lives. None of them trusted the Chairman, and it was highly likely that each of them would become collateral damage in the process of the Government covering up the Virus plot.

Every time they visited Dr. Wu in his laboratory they would finish with a drink. Each occasion saw an increase in the amount they drank. Dr. Wu had replenished his supply with a few bottles of the best “Bai Jou” he could find. Better quality equalled less hangover, and he had had enough hangovers recently.

The men stood together at the work bench as Dr. Wu opened the pelican case marked “SARS-CoV-2.”

“This” he said, “is the Yellow Virus that the Chairman is waiting for. The vaccine will work against this virus.

The antidote is colored green and will protect anyone from the contracting the virus and will cure most people already infected. And to that end, may I present each of you with a gift.”

Dr. Wu reached under the bench and brought up a stainless steel tray with four syringes of green liquid, next to four full shot glasses.

The three scientists gasped genuinely. Dr. Wu gestured to the men to take an antidote syringe each, passing them each a packet with a sterile swab in it. Dr. Wu took the last syringe and said: “Gan Bei!” and plunged the needle into his forearm, pressing the plunger. The three men followed suit each saying: “Gan Bei!” meaning “Dry your glass.” It made them laugh as it was a saying reserved for drinking.

“Well, whatever happens to us, we can be sure that we will not die from SARS-CoV-2!” said one of the scientists. They all nodded and laughed loudly, nervously loudly.

Dr. Wu looked wistfully sad for a moment and gazed into space, his eyes moist.

“Drink?” suggested Dr. Wu. snapping out of it.

The four men proceeded to finish a bottle.

Chapter 30

Extra Tools

Xue Lin walked in the door of her sparsely furnished apartment that she had been living in for four months. The wooden venetian shutters cast a striped shadow on the old wooden floorboards. She had spent many evenings alone in the apartment occupying herself with keeping physically fit and staying in touch with her hand-to-hand combat skills. She maintained her cover, doing typical internet searches for a geeky lab assistant and talking with her two friends from the lab about girl stuff.

Tonight, after making her social phone calls in front of the audio bugs in the living room, trying to make the topics as uncomfortable as possible for the techs listening at the other end, she turned some screechy Chinese opera music on her phone and left it under one of the bugs for her listeners, and then she pieced together her communication rig from the parts she had hidden around the room in the various household items. When the clock showed 8:05pm she made the call.

“Hello Blue Eyes, this is Snow Forest. I’m in the bathroom.”

“Copy that Snow Forest,” Sam Chilvers’ voice came through the ear piece.

“I’m doing a number two,” she whispered, close to the microphone.

“Over the line Snowflake. WAY over the line.”

Laughing now, she asked: “How’s the shoulder Blue Eyes?”

“It hurts when it’s about to rain. How YOU doin’?”

“I’m seeing three new guys going in to the lab with Wu.”

“Scientists or Government?”

“White coats.”

“Understood. Listen, I still don’t know what the package is, but I’m trying to find out. I think it’s safe to assume now that it’s a bio-weapon of some sort, but I’m just guessing. It’s clearly gotten very hot lately, so you had better be ready to move soon. These guys will at some point be under orders to capture or kill you. If they catch you they will string you up by your pigtails and you will be a star on our wall.”

“Jesus Sam, you are so dramatic. Are you having your period again?”

Chilvers laughed hard. Xue Lin was in danger but she was still a firecracker. That levelheadedness was a quality that they required in their operatives. Calm under pressure, a sense of humour when needed.

“Listen,” said Xue Lin, “you tell me what the package is when you know. I’ll handle this end. I could use some more tools though.”

“Yep, Jimmy can probably get you most of what you need. Are you comfortable using Jimmy?”

“I… suppose so,” she replied.

Sam paused, then continued a little hesitantly: “Make a list for him. I’ll tell you where to go meet him with it. Best to change it up from time to time. Good?”

“Fine Sam.”

“I’ll let you know what he says,” Sam said. “Keep your head down. I’m here for you kiddo. By the way, there was a mess in New York involving Wu’s daughter. She’s dead.” Sam paused for a moment thinking about Roet’s drinking problem, and how the knock on effects could be so tragic.

Sam continued: “Keep a special eye on Wu. We don’t want him running off the road.”

“Jesus, what happened?”

“I can’t tell you just yet. It’s still classified. Let’s talk soon.”

“Don’t run out of maxi-pads Sam. Over and out.”

Sam remained silent as Xue Lin ended the call.

Xue Lin packed her communications up and headed down the stairs and over the road to the crowded, dirt-floored restaurant for dinner while she thought about her list of needed tools.

Sam was already sending the urgent message off to Roet:

‘Snow Forest needs tools. Tell your Man she will have a list for him tomorrow. He names the location. Evening is best.’

While she was eating, Xue Lin took out a sharp pencil and began scribbling her list on a notepad in tiny letters, unreadable from more than two feet away.

• Micro GPS tracker: small as possible, long range

• Rohypnol: 2 large doses, liquid form, fast action, out for 1 hr+

• SAT-phone with Bluetooth earpiece

• Kevlar Backpack…

Chapter 31

A Trip for Three

Summoned to see the Chairman, the three scientists were now in the back of a red flagged long limo in Beijing, sitting in silence. The driver bypassed the center of Beijing and followed signs leading towards the Chauyang district. Each of the three scientists made the mental connection that the driver was taking them to the Beijing Capital Airport.

The Chairman sat at a large modern desk in an executive office in the empty wing of the airport, still under construction. At his feet under the desk were three pelican cases. Two body guards stood inside the door and two outside. The Chairman smoked a large cigar, blowing poorly formed smoke rings out over the desk. He had eaten too much too fast an hour earlier in his Government building where his meals were specially prepared. He’d eaten Beijing Duck for two, and was already feeling uncomfortably gassy and wished that the scientists would arrive early so he could get this meeting out of the way and wouldn’t have to break wind in front of his guards.

A hard looking man in a black suit hailed the limo to the curb at an abandoned wing of the airport. He nodded at each of the three men as they got out.

“Please follow me. The Chairman is waiting.”

The scientists followed the man, walking at a brisk pace along the sterile corridors of the airport’s administrative building. One of them quipped to the other next to him: “If I’d known that studying science would lead to International Travel, I… ahh”

His voice trailed off as he realized that he didn’t have anything funny to say.

They reached a door marked “Executive Office” with two guards outside, and the man knocked twice sharply and opened the door inward without waiting for an answer. He gestured for the three nervous men to enter, and shut the door behind them without following them in.

“Welcome gentlemen,” said the Chairman without getting up. “I thank you for coming to see me on this very auspicious day.”

The scientists nodded and one of them mumbled almost inaudibly: “Thank you Sir.”

“In sport, in the arts and indeed in all life, the best performers have the quietest minds during the moment of truth.”

The scientists looked back at him, trying to guess where he would go next with his oncoming soliloquy.

The Chairman widened his eyes for effect:

“The King was loved.

“The people of his kingdom drank contaminated spring water.

“They went mad.

“‘The King has gone mad’ they said.

“Until the King himself drank the spring water and went mad.

“‘The King has regained his sanity’ they said.”

The Chairman paused and looked at each man one by one, each completely bewildered by the Chairman’s parable.

“China has bestowed great honor on each of you. Today, you will take three great gifts to the West.”

The Chairman opened a brown leather folder and spread out three folders on the desk with the scientists’ names on them. He gestured for the men to pick them up and open them.

“As you can see, you will all be going to America. One to Detroit, one to Los Angeles, and one to New York City. You will each take the virus through customs and go directly to the address in each of your itineraries. You will be told what to do then. We have a well paid network of highly respected professors, high level administrators and graduate students who are PLA officers, all embedded in the most prestigious universities of America. We have access to all of their research databases. Your academic connections will be legitimate because the Americans think that we are collaborating with them.”

“The vials you will carry are labeled ‘antibodies’. If questioned, you will explain that you are part of an American cancer research team. Your visas are just tourist visas, so it is unlikely that you will be stopped. You should hide the vials in your luggage so that a cursory search will not find them. If an official opens your vial, do not try to stop him. This will be an acceptable way to start their spread of infection.”

“Are there any questions so far?” asked the Chairman.

“Sir, if I may, ah, we are probably very bad spies. Are we the best choice?”

The Chairman blew a puff of smoke into the air above his head.

“The Americans will not be expecting a bio-weapon. In any case, I am quite certain that all of you have at some time in your lives smuggled something. It is in our blood to bring our favorite food into places where it is not allowed. Am I right?” The Chairman’s eyebrows raised high above his bulldog-like bloodshot eyes.

“You are all smugglers with some experience, am I correct in saying that?”

“Yes sir,” they replied, almost in unison. Each man reflected back to a trip where he had taken some kind of stinky, fish sauce soaked delicacy in a ziplock bag and eaten it instead of buying official, overpriced food.

“Your instructions are in your folders. Go now. Your commercial flights all leave before nightfall. Outside that door my secretaries have your suitcases already packed for you. They also have your hand luggage, your passports, and American cash. Now each of you take a vial out of one of these cases under my desk and pack it away somewhere in your checked bag. Good luck.”

As the door shut behind the three scientists, the Chairman waved his guards to leave him alone. The moment he had the room to himself, he leaned back in his chair and smiling, let loose a long, loud, smelly, invisible cloud of flatulence.

*

Each of the three Chinese Government scientists boarded their flights to different American cities carrying the travel vials containing the Yellow Virus in their checked luggage.

Their written directions instructed them to go to the address provided and hand their vial to the highly placed local assets who Chinese agents had given enormous bribes to over the last months to put the virus into play in such a way that the US Government would be held to blame. Stories would surface before long titled: “Virus made in America escapes laboratory”, “High Level University Official blamed for Virus Leak”. The American journalists would do anything for attention including blaming their own people.

Chapter 32

Jimmy’s Mission

Jimmy arrived at the Wuhan Institute of Virology and showed his high clearance Government ID card. The guard examined the ID and ushered him directly through, bypassing the metal detector. Jimmy walked past Xue Lin’s cubicle and gave her a very subtle wink. Xue Lin kept her head down, furious at Jimmy for taking such a stupid risk. Dr. Wu appeared at the door to the Biosafety Level IV and stared at Jimmy for a moment without shaking his hand. He recognized him from the back of his car. This was the man with the pistol who worked for the CIA. Doctor Wu’s mind raced. How could it be that the Chairman had sent a CIA agent to him to get the virus? It just didn’t make any sense… unless…. he was working both sides!

Dr. Wu led the way into his lab. Jimmy was astounded by the appearance of sterility. All of the sparkling clean glass walls and white cupboards and drawers, bright fluorescent lights…

The Chairman had sent down the directive to Jimmy that today was the day that he must go to the lab for the immunization and follow instructions with the dispersion device Wu was to give him.

Dr. Wu reached into the safe to pull out the green antidote vial for Jimmy.

Jimmy looked around ignorantly, waiting on Dr. Wu’s instructions.

“This is to protect you from the Yellow Virus. It is the antidote, and will make you immune to the virus that you will be releasing.”

Dr. Wu opened an alcohol swab and offered it, looking tiredly at Jimmy, cocking his head to one side, looking at his forearm.

Jimmy finally understood and rolled up his sleeve and swabbed his forearm area clean, while Dr. Wu prepared the syringe of the green liquid, tapping the air bubbles to the top and depressing the plunger slightly to expel the air. He administered the antidote, pushing the small dose into Jimmy’s arm.

Jimmy winced. The sharp sting of an injection was never something he handled well. He hated needles more than most people did.

Dr. Wu put a bandaid over the red dot, and began explaining the virus release protocol.

“May I call you Jimmy?” he asked, still suspicious and confused.

“Yes, Dr. Wu. Please.”

“Jimmy, I am going to give you a small high tech, glass spray bottle containing a yellow liquid. The virus is in this liquid. Your directive is to go to the Wet Market and spray it on and around the bats at the bat stalls.”

Jimmy looked back at Dr. Wu, silent for a moment, looking confused.

“But Dr. Wu, there are no bats at the market. They are not sold there.” Jimmy explained, shaking his head.

Dr. Wu frowned. “Oh! That’s unexpected. Well, I’ve never actually been in there. I detest open markets. So unhygienic. Nevertheless, that was the Chairman’s directive and I don’t think we should ask questions. His reasons have something to do with the genome sequence in my new virus, it has a lot in common with bat viruses. Well, never mind that. Let’s keep this to ourselves. No point in making the Chairman angry.”

Jimmy smiled, and nodded knowingly, saying:

“So… where do I spray it?”

“I suppose it serves the same purpose if you just spray it around some crowded food stalls. It will work the same way. Try to use all of it. It would be very bad for us if nobody gets infected, so spread it around the market.”

Dr. Wu went back to the safe and gently took out the glass spray bottle. He looked at it grimly, knowing the havoc that it was about to wreak on Wuhan.

“This,” he said, “is the virus. Be careful with it. I will give you a little carry case for it. Just press this button to break the seal, then you pull the trigger to spray. You are supposed to do it without anyone seeing. The Chairman emphasised this. No-one sees you. I hope that is clear.”

He put the spray bottle in it’s plastic case and handed it to Jimmy.

Jimmy left the lab, this time without acknowledging Xue Lin, and drove straight to the market. He double parked and pulled the bottle out of its case. He paused for a moment, thought about whether he should do it or not. The consequences for disobeying would be ‘the firing squad’ but he may be facing death regardless of what he did now.

He grimaced and opened the door and walked into the market holding the spray bottle in his right hand under his coat. The first food vendor he came to was seafood. It was busy and there were quite a few people waiting. Jimmy walked to the corner of the seafood display table and aimed the spray bottle into the air near a row of cuttlefish lined up side by side. He pressed the unlock button and pulled the trigger once. Nobody noticed the mist that spread across his end of the table. Jimmy looked at the people waiting to be served and he felt sorry for them. Some of them were quite old.

Jimmy continued through the market spraying the virus around the wares of several vendors before he turned back and headed to his car, shaking his head, sickened by what he had just done.

He drove off, glancing down at the spray bottle, noting that it was still half full. Jimmy opened the window and sprayed more of the bottle outside the car as he drove through the streets crowded with cyclists and motorbikes.

It was mid-November. In a couple of weeks, from what he understood, people would start to come down with a new kind of flu. The Communist Propaganda Department would blame it on people eating bats, but eventually it would come out that there were no bats being sold at the market. There were holes in the story. A story that he was now an integral part of.

“I need to get out of China before the shit hits the fan. They can trace this to me if Wu opens his mouth.” Jimmy thought.

Jimmy drove straight home to call Roet.

*

“Yo Boss! Wuzzup ma man?”

“Yes, hello Jimmy. What do you have for me?”

“I need to make deal. I’m gonna be on a Party kill list soon. They will be cleaning up loose ends.”

“Calm down Jimmy. What is it that you want?”

“I need come to America. Things too hot here for me. I stay here much longer, I won’t be any use to you coz I catch a bullet.”

Roet laughed. “Come on Jimmy, you’re being dramatic.”

“I’m telling you boss, Wu gave me a virus to spread around market. It said: ‘SARS-COV-2’ on the case. I spray most of it, just like Chairman told me, but not all of it, I still have some. I keep for you. You guys might wanna test what’s in there. Could be very bad for you guys. He gave me antidote first though, so I’m all good. No infected.”

Roet was concerned. This was unexpected. The Chairman was infecting his own people. He needed to get that virus analyzed State-side.

“OK Jimmy, it’s a deal. You may as well come over here and spend all that money you have in the bank. Meanwhile, keep the virus safe. I’ll have Xue Lin’s handler inform her that she has a passenger. Maybe she will have two passengers if she can get Dr. Wu to come too. Don’t tell Xue Lin about the virus. That’s our secret. You got that?”

“OK Boss.”

“When you go to see your cobbler to get tools for Xue Lin and a new passport for yourself, go ahead and get one for Dr. Wu too.”

“OK Boss. That’s gonna cost. Passports expensive. Five thousand US per passport.”

“No problem Jimmy, I’ll put it in your bank account this afternoon.”

Jimmy didn’t celebrate this time as things had suddenly become quite serious for him.

Chapter 33

The Package

Marcus fidgeted nervously as he waited for Sam to arrive at their park bench overlooking the river. Marcus had shown up early to think about what was about to go down in China. There was a lot on the line now and the Chairman’s actions were hard to predict.

“Sam! Glad you could make it. Sorry for the short notice. I believe it’s time to think about getting them all out of China. Snow Forest too. I mean real soon.”

“What’s going on?” Sam asked.

“The package is a virus. I don’t know exactly what kind it is, but the Chairman just used it on his own people. It’s called SARS-COV-2”

“Jesus Christ!” said Sam, suddenly worried about Xue Lin.

“Yeah, I know. It’s bad. Could be much worse than 2003. I had two operatives there for that too. That time my people forced the scientist to change the virus so it couldn’t touch us white people. Did you ever hear about the Barbecue Couple?”

“Yes, I did hear something about that. They got kicked out of China. Lucky they weren’t executed.”

“Yeah, and I may as well tell you, they were the ones who adopted Xue Lin.”

“Jesus, Marcus, why don’t I know this?”

“Need to know basis, Sam.”

Sam was silent.

Roet continued: “Xue Lin has to bring both my assets with her, Jimmy and the Doctor. We need them both. Also tell her to grab whatever she can from Wu’s lab. Virus should be labeled ‘SARS-COV-2.’ Apparently there is an antidote too. She may have to coerce it out of Wu. He might not be so willing… after his daughter and the… incident.”

“Two passengers? You are shitting me right?” said Sam.

“Wu is the foremost virologist in…”

“Yeah I got it. You need Wu. I’ll tell her when she calls.”

“They’ll need extraction if the shit hits the fan, which it probably will with two passengers, especially if any of them are already compromised, which is a possibility.”

“I’ll have a team on standby,” said Roet.

“Good” Sam replied, “I’ll be going in with them. I’ll fly to Seoul tonight.”

“Jesus Sam, aren’t you getting a bit old for this shit?”

“I guess we’ll see.”

*

Jimmy thumped on the steel door of the Tool Man’s basement apartment. A few nights earlier he had put in Xue Lin’s order for a few more tools. He had also added his own list to the order.

He squinted up at what appeared to be a piece of scrap barbed wire hanging to the right of the door. He knew that’s where the tiny security camera was hidden.

The door opened and Jimmy walked in as the Tool Man closed the door quickly behind him.

“I got almost everything you need. How about you? You got what I want?”

“Jimmy smiled as he put his bag on the concrete floor and, one by one, pulled out several bottles of Johnnie Walker Blue Label. They had been a re-gift from Jimmy’s ex-boss, the Secretary, who had been given two cases by foreign diplomats, but didn’t drink Western Liquor on principle. The Tool Man loved Scotch Whisky.

“Gooooood!” said the Tool Man, smiling, opening one, smelling the top of the open bottle. He grabbed two glasses, putting them on his wooden work bench, and poured two drinks, pushing one in Jimmy’s direction.

“Gan Bei!” they both gulped the whisky.

The Tool Guy’s face glowed. “You got the money too?”

Jimmy threw a wad of Chinese currency on the bench.

“I couldn’t get the whole amount because the whisky was so expensive…” Jimmy lied looking at his feet.

“OK, only coz we are old friends you cheap bastard.” said the Tool Man, pulling out an open cardboard box from under the bench.

“Micro GPS tracker, home made. Very small eh? Peel the back off and it stick to anything.”

Jimmy nodded.

“Works with this phone. Very good phone. It was hard to hack. Plug in this long aerial, work like SAT-phone. To connect to satellite you have to tell the Americans the number on the back, they will understand.

“‘Date rape drug, rohypnol: 2 large doses, liquid form, fast action, out for 1 hr+’ This for you Jimmy?… You good looking. You don’t need this.”

Jimmy shook his head, smiling back at his cheeky friend.

“Ceramic scissors. Won’t set off metal detector.”

Jimmy figured that Xue Lin must have a special reason for those.

“Flash-bang grenade. Hard to get. I made this one. Much better.” He lobbed it up in the air to Jimmy who had to strain to catch it, shaking his head and smirking at his friend.

“Also, black backpack is Kevlar, bullet proof, more or less.”

He passed it to Jimmy who noticed that it did have some weight to it for an empty backpack.

“Two Chinese passports and ID cards. New names. No travel stamps.”

Jimmy flipped each of the passports open, nodding, impressed with the workmanship as the Tool Man went to a long wooden crate in the corner of the room and lifted the lid revealing a sniper rifle and a vest. Picking up the rifle, he smiled at Jimmy, demonstrating the action.

“Barret 50 cal sniper rifle, and PLA standard issue bullet proof vest, perfect size for pussy chicken shit… also a very, very sharp tactical knife.” He tossed the knife high, spinning in the air. Jimmy watched to see if it would stick in the table. The knife bounced off the table and clattered to the floor.

“Balance is a bit off,” the Tool Man mumbled. “That’s it,” he looked at Jimmy. “I hooked you up bro!”

Jimmy looked at him earnestly. “This is going to be a tight operation. I could really use your help with the tech. Might help me not get killed. I can make it worth your while.”

“Oh yeah? What you need?”

“I need you to loop the closed circuit video in the Institute of Virology. Just 10 minutes will do it. Easy job, just sit in your van. I can get you 5k.”

“Let me look if I can get into their system.”

The Tool Man started typing code into his computer hacking into the building specs. “No problem. I can do it.” He looked up at Jimmy and said: “But that’s all. Pay me later tonight, I meet you tomorrow morning”

Jimmy smiled. “One more whisky for the road.”

“OK Jimmy.”

Detroit Metropolitan Airport

The Detroit customs officer motioned the Chinese scientist to open his bags. The scientist was tired from his flight in the tight economy seats on his Delta flight. He was highly stressed and appeared nervous. The officer’s gloved hands soon dug out the vial which was in the toiletry bag, another officer walked over, summoned by the officer holding the vial with the yellow liquid.

“It says: ‘Antibodies’,” read the officer handing the vial to his colleague, smiling, eyebrows slightly raised.

His senior colleague looked at the sweaty scientist, shaking his head: “You’ll have to come with us please sir.”

Meanwhile at JFK International and LAX airports the two other scientists were having similar experiences with US customs officials. Within four hours of each inspection the FBI had been called in to all three airports. The scientists were taken into federal custody and the case was handed to the FBI’s Weapons of Mass Destruction Directorate, which handled terrorist threats, including those involving biological weapons.

The three scientists would be held and interrogated thoroughly in the coming days. The FBI was now chasing the trail to find out who else was involved on either end of the yellow vials’ journeys. The Patriot Act would allow for the indefinite detention of the scientists, and the wire tapping of anyone they were to contact on American soil. Over time, there would be more people implicated in the conspiracy including American academics, administrators, research assistants and students.

The FBI began “Operation F1” the following day. Over the next twenty-four hours all foreign Chinese Nationals who were in the country on a student visa and who were on the FBI watch list were picked up and brought in to FBI locations all over the country for questioning. Most were let go, but a few were taken elsewhere for more serious questioning under the umbrella rules of the Patriot Act.

*

Sam got out of the elevator on the seventh floor of the CIA building. He’d been called up for a meeting with the deputy director. Sam had never been to the seventh floor before, but he assumed with everything that was about to go down in China, the higher-ups would have something to say.

“Please come in Sam. I’m Deputy Director Wood. It’s nice to finally meet you,” she said as she shook his hand.

“Please have a seat.”

Sam had a quick glance around the modestly sized office. It didn’t give away much about her.

“I understand you have been working with officer Roet on the China situation, is that correct?”

“Yes Ma’am. That is correct,” said Sam wondering what was in the file she had opened and was perusing.

“It says here that you have been successfully running one of our young operatives in Wuhan, and Officer Roet has two assets there. It has come to my attention that there is a bio-weapon that has recently been released by the Chinese Communist Party on its own people, or… at least it has been released on those in the city of Wuhan. Very strange don’t you think?” She stared at Sam.

“Those guys play hardball Mrs Wood. Maybe they are being used as an example for some reason.”

“That’s what we think too. We believe that next they will be forcing a mandatory vaccination program, and we have several theories about what that’s about. But that’s not why you are here. We need to know what has been going on in the Institute of Virology. Roet’s asset at the lab, the high level virologist, may have been compromised. You probably heard about the mess Roet made in New York.”

“Yes Ma’am, I heard about it. Shot the daughter himself.”

“Roet has become somewhat of a liability. He’s always been a problem for us, but we’ve been able to overlook most of his mistakes. You understand that there’s potentially a lot riding on the outcome of this virus situation. Roet’s operatives fixed things back in 2003 so that the SARS virus couldn’t do damage to us, but Roet almost got them both killed in Beijing. They were lucky to get out.”

She paused and opened a bottle of water offering it to Sam.

“No thanks Ma’am.”

She continued: “The Chinese Communist Party have had people working on virology for years now. Of course you are up to speed with the situation we had recently, involving the capture of three Chinese scientists and their network that included some of our own academics and administrators.”

“Ah yes, I am mostly caught up but I would really like to talk to the scientists if possible?” Sam asked.

“They are currently… on vacation. Anyway, you have bigger fish to fry. I’ll get you the intel on them now so you have the whole picture.”

She turned her attention to her computer and sent through a folder containing transcripts of the scientists’ painful few days at a black site.

“Most concerning to us, Sam, was the loss of control of Roet’s asset: Doctor Wu.” she said reading the scientist’s name from the file.

“We need Doctor Wu brought to us, or if that is not possible, your operative is to take him out and bag any intel she can. Is she trained to transport biohazard material.”

“Yes, she is.”

“We need you to keep an eye on Roet. If you see him about to screw up, you have our permission to go around him and call your own shots. We can’t afford any screw ups. You do what you need to do, and don’t leave any mess in China, do you understand?”

Sam looked back at her, knowing what she meant.

“Yes Ma’am. Nobody left behind in enemy hands.”

“That’s all. Good luck Sam.”

Sam took the elevator back down to his office where he looked over the files that the Deputy Director had sent him. Most of the intel was not pertinent to Xue Lin’s situation, but the news about the green antidote and the sinister purpose of the vaccine could be of some relevance to Xue Lin, who was tasked with stealing and carrying hazardous materials during a potentially difficult escape. He looked over the routes of egress that they had researched during Xue Lin’s final three weeks of specifics training.

Chapter 34

Passengers

Sam fidgeted nervously as he waited for Sam to arrive at their park bench overlooking the river. Marcus had shown up early to think about what was about to go down in China. There was a lot on the line now and the Chairman’s actions were hard to predict.

“Sam! Glad you could make it. Sorry for the short notice. I believe it’s time to think about getting them all out of China. Snow Forest too. I mean real soon.”

“What’s going on?” Sam asked.

“The package is a virus. I don’t know exactly what kind it is, but the Chairman just used it on his own people. It’s called SARS-COV-2”

“Jesus Christ!” said Sam, suddenly worried about Xue Lin.

“Yeah, I know. It’s bad. Could be much worse than 2003. I had two operatives there for that too. That time my people forced the scientist to change the virus so it couldn’t touch us white people. Did you ever hear about the Barbecue Couple?”

“Yes, I did hear something about that. They got kicked out of China. Lucky they weren’t executed.”

“Yeah, and I may as well tell you, they were the ones who adopted Xue Lin.”

“Jesus, Marcus, why don’t I know this?”

“Need to know basis, Sam.”

Sam was silent.

Roet continued: “Xue Lin has to bring both my assets with her, Jimmy and the Doctor. We need them both. Also tell her to grab whatever she can from Wu’s lab. Virus should be labeled ‘SARS-COV-2.’ Apparently there is an antidote too. She may have to coerce it out of Wu. He might not be so willing… after his daughter and the… incident.”

“Two passengers? You are shitting me right?” said Sam.

“Wu is the foremost virologist in…”

“Yeah I got it. You need Wu. I’ll tell her when she calls.”

“They’ll need extraction if the shit hits the fan, which it probably will with two passengers, especially if any of them are already compromised, which is a possibility.”

“I’ll have a team on standby,” said Roet.

“Good” Sam replied, “I’ll be going in with them. I’ll fly to Seoul tonight.”

“Jesus Sam, aren’t you getting a bit old for this shit?”

“I guess we’ll see.”

*

Jimmy thumped on the steel door of the Tool Man’s basement apartment. A few nights earlier he had put in Xue Lin’s order for a few more tools. He had also added his own list to the order.

He squinted up at what appeared to be a piece of scrap barbed wire hanging to the right of the door. He knew that’s where the tiny security camera was hidden.

The door opened and Jimmy walked in as the Tool Man closed the door quickly behind him.

“I got almost everything you need. How about you? You got what I want?”

Jimmy smiled as he put his bag on the concrete floor and, one by one, pulled out several bottles of Johnnie Walker Blue Label. They had been a re-gift from Jimmy’s ex-boss, the Secretary, who had been given two cases by foreign diplomats, but didn’t drink Western Liquor on principle. The Tool Man loved Scotch Whisky.

“Gooooood!” said the Tool Man, smiling, opening one, smelling the top of the open bottle. He grabbed two glasses, putting them on his wooden work bench, and poured two drinks, pushing one in Jimmy’s direction.

“Gan Bei!” they both gulped the whisky.

The Tool Guy’s face glowed. “You got the money too?”

Jimmy threw a wad of Chinese currency on the bench.

“I couldn’t get the whole amount because the whisky was so expensive…” Jimmy lied looking at his feet.

“OK, only coz we are old friends you cheap bastard,” said the Tool Man, pulling out an open cardboard box from under the bench.

“Micro GPS tracker, home made. Very small eh? Peel the back off and it stick to anything.”

Jimmy nodded.

“Works with this phone. Very good phone. It was hard to hack. Plug in this long aerial, work like SAT-phone. To connect to satellite you have to tell the Americans the number on the back, they will understand.

“‘Date rape drug, rohypnol: 2 large doses, liquid form, fast action, out for 1 hr+” This for you Jimmy?… You good looking. You don’t need this.”

Jimmy shook his head, smiling back at his cheeky friend.

“Ceramic scissors. Won’t set off metal detector.”

Jimmy figured that Xue Lin must have a special reason for those.

“Flash-bang grenade. Hard to get. I made this one. Much better.” He lobbed it up in the air to Jimmy who had to strain to catch it, shaking his head and smirking at his friend.

“Also, black backpack is Kevlar, bullet proof, more or less.”

He passed it to Jimmy who noticed that it did have some weight to it for an empty backpack.

“Two Chinese passports and ID cards. New names. No travel stamps.”

Jimmy flipped each of the passports open, nodding, impressed with the workmanship as the Tool Man went to a long wooden crate in the corner of the room and lifted the lid revealing a sniper rifle and a vest. Picking up the rifle, he smiled at Jimmy, demonstrating the action.

“Barret 50 cal sniper rifle, and PLA standard issue bullet proof vest, perfect size for pussy chicken shit… also a very, very sharp tactical knife.” He tossed the knife high, spinning in the air. Jimmy watched to see if it would stick in the table. The knife bounced off the table and clattered to the floor.

“Balance is a bit off,” the Tool Man mumbled. “That’s it” he looked at Jimmy. “I hooked you up bro!”

Jimmy looked at him earnestly. “This is going to be a tight operation. I could really use your help with the tech. Might help me not get killed. I can make it worth your while.”

“Oh yeah? What you need?”

“I need you to loop the closed circuit video in the Institute of Virology. Just 10 minutes will do it. Easy job, just sit in your van. I can get you 5k.”

“Let me look if I can get into their system.”

The Tool Man started typing code into his computer hacking into the building specs. “No problem. I can do it.” He looked up at Jimmy and said: “But that’s all. Pay me later tonight, I meet you tomorrow morning”

Jimmy smiled. “One more whisky for the road.”

“OK Jimmy.”

Detroit Metropolitan Airport

The Detroit customs officer motioned the Chinese scientist to open his bags. The scientist was tired from his flight in the tight economy seats on his Delta flight. He was highly stressed and appeared nervous. The officer’s gloved hands soon dug out the vial which was in the toiletry bag, another officer walked over, summoned by the officer holding the vial with the yellow liquid.

“It says: ‘Antibodies’,” read the officer handing the vial to his colleague, smiling, eyebrows slightly raised.

His senior colleague looked at the sweaty scientist, shaking his head: “You’ll have to come with us please sir.”

Meanwhile at JFK International and LAX airports the two other scientists were having similar experiences with US customs officials. Within four hours of each inspection the FBI had been called in to all three airports. The scientists were taken into federal custody and the case was handed to the FBI’s Weapons of Mass Destruction Directorate, which handled terrorist threats, including those involving biological weapons.

The three scientists would be held and interrogated thoroughly in the coming days. The FBI was now chasing the trail to find out who else was involved on either end of the yellow vials’ journeys. The Patriot Act would allow for the indefinite detention of the scientists, and the wire tapping of anyone they were to contact on American soil. Over time, there would be more people implicated in the conspiracy including American academics, administrators, research assistants and students.

The FBI began “Operation F1” the following day. Over the next twenty-four hours all foreign Chinese Nationals who were in the country on a student visa and who were on the FBI watch list were picked up and brought in to FBI locations all over the country for questioning. Most were let go, but a few were taken elsewhere for more serious questioning under the umbrella rules of the Patriot Act.

*

Sam got out of the elevator on the seventh floor of the CIA building. He’d been called up for a meeting with the deputy director. Sam had never been to the seventh floor before, but he assumed with everything that was about to go down in China, the higher-ups would have something to say.

“Please come in Sam. I’m Deputy Director Wood. It’s nice to finally meet you,” she said as she shook his hand.

“Please have a seat.”

Sam had a quick glance around the modestly sized office. It didn’t give away much about her.

“I understand you have been working with officer Roet on the China situation, is that correct?”

“Yes Ma’am. That is correct” said Sam wondering what was in the file she had opened and was perusing.

“It says here that you have been successfully running one of our young operatives in Wuhan, and Officer Roet has two assets there. It has come to my attention that there is a bio-weapon that has recently been released by the Chinese Communist Party on its own people, or… at least it has been released on those in the city of Wuhan. Very strange don’t you think?” She stared at Sam.

“Those guys play hardball Mrs Wood. Maybe they are being used as an example for some reason.”

“That’s what we think too. We believe that next they will be forcing a mandatory vaccination program, and we have several theories about what that’s about. But that’s not why you are here. We need to know what has been going on in the Institute of Virology. Roet’s asset at the lab, the high level virologist, may have been compromised. You probably heard about the mess Roet made in New York.”

“Yes Ma’am, I heard about it. Shot the daughter himself.”

“Roet has become somewhat of a liability. He’s always been a problem for us, but we’ve been able to overlook most of his mistakes. You understand that there’s potentially a lot riding on the outcome of this virus situation. Roet’s operatives fixed things back in 2003 so that the SARS virus couldn’t do damage to us, but Roet almost got them both killed in Beijing. They were lucky to get out.”

She paused and opened a bottle of water offering it to Sam.

“No thanks Ma’am.”

She continued: “The Chinese Communist Party have had people working on virology for years now. Of course you are up to speed with the situation we had recently, involving the capture of three Chinese scientists and their network that included some of our own academics and administrators.”

“Ah yes, I am mostly caught up but I would really like to talk to the scientists if possible?” Sam asked.

“They are currently… on vacation. Anyway, you have bigger fish to fry. I’ll get you the intel on them now so you have the whole picture.”

She turned her attention to her computer and sent through a folder containing transcripts of the scientists’ painful few days at a black site.

“Most concerning to us, Sam, was the loss of control of Roet’s asset: Doctor Wu.” she said reading the scientist’s name from the file.

“We need Doctor Wu brought to us, or if that is not possible, your operative is to take him out and bag any intel she can. Is she trained to transport biohazard material.”

“Yes, she is.”

“We need you to keep an eye on Roet. If you see him about to screw up, you have our permission to go around him and call your own shots. We can’t afford any screw ups. You do what you need to do, and don’t leave any mess in China, do you understand?”

Sam looked back at her, knowing what she meant.

“Yes Ma’am. Nobody left behind in enemy hands.”

“That’s all. Good luck Sam.”

Sam took the elevator back down to his office where he looked over the files that the Deputy Director had sent him. Most of the intel was not pertinent to Xue Lin’s situation, but the news about the green antidote and the sinister purpose of the vaccine could be of some relevance to Xue Lin, who was tasked with stealing and carrying hazardous materials during a potentially difficult escape. He looked over the routes of egress that they had researched during Xue Lin’s final three weeks of specifics training.

Chapter 35

Misinformation

After sweeping the apartment for any video surveillance cameras, Xue Lin opened the fridge and pulled out a beer and checked the Hello Kitty cam for any new footage. None, as usual. She’d come to like the apartment over the last few months. Somehow, knowing that there were a couple of Communist Party ‘spy geeks’ listening in on her 24/7 helped her feel less lonely. She had a bit of fun with them sometimes when she was bored. She liked to DJ for them and find really boring science podcasts. She would just leave her phone next to one of the bugged lamps, and she’d go out and have dinner.

Her job in Wuhan seemed to be all about the lab. She did have a few favorite restaurants and street food stalls, but she had been advised by Sam not to carry on too much of a life outside the lab building. She occasionally visited her two friendly coworkers to talk about nothing. A daily run kept her fit. She also enjoyed occasional bike rides around town to keep developing her knowledge of Wuhan’s streets. Xue Lin had noticed a team of four PLA operatives who were taking it in turns, one by one, to tail her when she left the apartment outside work hours. Two of them she had ID’ed as the two who had bugged her apartment. The Kitty-cam had seen to that. Most often, she let them follow her easily so as to encourage each of them to get soft. That way, when she really needed to lose them, it was easy. It was clear that the Government had been onto her from the very first day she moved into the apartment. She still wasn’t sure how, as her entry to China had been perfectly clean. There was only the fishing boat crew, Jimmy and her own two people back at Langley: Sam and Marcus Roet. She stayed on her guard, while doing her best to appear unskilled and uninformed. At least if the Chinese decided to move on her they would seriously underestimate her.

One of the counter espionage methods she had been using to give herself a bit of a ‘looser collar’ was to take up a musical instrument. She had bought an ‘erhu’ in a music shop and she often practiced at night, sometimes for hours. She had a recording of a long practice session, so if she ever wanted to get out of the apartment unnoticed, she could leave the recording playing under one of the bugs, and sneak out over the back fence. The first time she had tried to play it the people listening must have thought she was strangling a cat.

As the deadline for stealing the package had approached, she laid a web of misinformation using the audio bugs. She’d given the appearance of not knowing what was going on in the lab, or behind the scenes. Luckily they didn’t know about Jimmy, who was feeding quality intel to Roet, by the sounds of it. It was pretty damning stuff. Government conspiracies to kill their own people with a new virus. The problem with double agents was always about what they were NOT telling you. Xue Lin often theorized about what Jimmy was holding back, but there was never anything solid to incriminate him.

Xue Lin put the radio together for what would be the last time. She set up under one of the audio bugs, and made her usual phone call out to a burner phone, just so they didn’t suspect use of a radio.

“Good evening this is Xue Lin,” she said, using the ‘disinformation code’ for Sam’s benefit.

“Things are going badly. I don’t know what’s going on. I’m completely in the dark still. I’m going to try and talk to Dr. Wu next Thursday. Maybe I’ll sleep with him and see if I can get him to tell me what he’s working on. I think I have been wasting my time. I really love it here. Maybe I’ll just stay. How is Hungary doing? Anyway, that’s it. I’ll call you on Friday at the same number and tell you how it goes.”

Xue Lin hung up the mobile phone and turned on some heavy metal music for the bugs. Then she moved the radio to the bathroom to make her real call to Sam.

“Hello Poo Eyes, this is Ho’s Forest. Do you read me?”

“Yes, Snow Forest I do read you, unfortunately. Go ahead.”

“I’m a go here for tomorrow. I’m setting up the apartment for permanent vacation. I have a SAT-phone number, but I need you to give it to the tech guys. Jimmy gave it to me. It’s for emergencies only.”

Xue Lin read the number to him, knowing that if she had to use the SAT-phone, things must have gotten bad.

“Received, Snow Forest. You have my SAT-phone number, you call me if you need a boat.”

“Actually, Blue Eyes, the boat is sounding rather attractive right now. I think with the passengers, I’m really going to need you there waiting for us. Can I bank on that?”

“Roget that. We’ll have a team in a ‘quick boat’ off the coast of Shanghai. Just give me a couple of hours notice and we can pick you up, with your two passengers preferably, please.”

“Coordinates?” she asked.

“Standby for those.” Sam sent a text message to the Team Leader. The reply was quick. He read them out to Xue Lin.

“Memorize them,” he ordered, thinking how lucky she was to have a photographic memory.

“What’s the code name for the pickup point?”

“Empire Szechuan. Table for three, telling us how many.”

“Roger that, Blue Eyes.”

“I’m at the base in Korea. You are good to go any time from now.”

“Can you give me details on the package please?”

“Yes, you are to grab three biological vials. One is a new strain of the SARS virus, one is a vaccine, and there’s the antidote. Don’t ask me the difference between a vaccine and an antidote, I just don’t know.”

“Jesus Christ, what are they up to?”

“Diabolical shit, Snow Forest. That’s why you are there, saving the world.”

Xue Lin paused for a moment, letting it sink in.

“Roger that, Blue Eyes. And the two passengers I can shoot if they get on my nerves?”

“That is a negative on shooting the passengers, Snow Forest. Only put them down if there is no alternative. We would much prefer them breathing. Good luck, and try to go quietly like a church mouse. Don’t go ‘bang bang’ or you’ll have half of China following you.”

“ Don’t get your knickers in a knot Blue Eyes. I’ll keep the noise down if I can, but I’m not promising anything.”

“Good enough. Be careful Snow Forest. Over and out.”

Sam went back to eating his take-out kimchee as he looked over at his bed and the pistol he’d just cleaned and oiled. It was time to start planning the extraction with the SEAL Team.

*

Xue Lin left her phone by the lamp, playing some ‘erhu practice’ for the techs who were listening while she set about preparing her apartment for the inevitable break-in which would come soon after the heist went down. She had learned in training to organize a wild goose chase for anyone who might be trying to catch her. She took down her map and put it in the garbage for disposal and put up a second map on the wall with a misleading escape route drawn in red marker. She wrote various lists of contacts in Vietnam, which was the opposite direction to that which she was really planning on going.

She quietly chiseled away at her plaster job in the wall. When she had made a big enough gap she pried the piece of drywall out exposing the pistol and ammunition, and her fake travel papers. Next she took apart the radio and destroyed them and separated the working parts into different plastic bags to be put out in garbage bins around the block. When she was done setting up her apartment for permanent vacation, she picked up the dozen plastic bags of incriminating refuse and took them down to her bike where she spotted her tail for the evening. She took off down a cobblestone alley and turned sharply into a thin walkway that was lined with trees and sped up. The tail was already gone, allowing Xue Lin to dump the evidence around the neighborhood in different bins. She headed back to her apartment quickly to make sure that no break-in would occur.

Safely upstairs in her living room again, she packed her tools into her kevlar backpack and then took a shower which would hopefully be the last shower she would take in Wuhan. Tomorrow was a Go. She hoped Jimmy was ready with the cars. If not she would have to take travel plans into her own hands.

She set an alarm for six and put on her pink pyjamas and got into bed. She went straight to sleep and had strange dreams about opening fire in the lab with a submachine gun killing everyone but her friend, the other new lab-assistant.

*

Jimmy took a nap after eating dinner at home. His alarm woke him at two in the morning. Wearily he swung his legs out of bed, already in his suit. He picked up the burner phones he’d bought the day before and added them to the heavily laden Go-bag, slinging it over his shoulder. He headed out to take care of the car situation.

He drove his Government issue Mercedes to the next neighborhood which was known to be the turf of a young street gang who had been selling drugs, stealing cars and robbing old people over the last few months. He parked the car and rolled the driver side window halfway down and got out with his bag, leaving the keys in the ignition.

Then with his bag over one shoulder he wandered the neighborhood looking for a van which would serve for the highway miles they would drive if they managed to get out of the center. He found a tan colored van and broke in easily. He started it with a screw driver and drove it to a twenty-four hour gas station and filled up the tank and checked the oil. He then drove to the planned changeover point near the edge of town. He opened the glove compartment and shoved into it his new passport and ID. He opened the trunk and put his heavy bag inside, keeping only his pistol with him.

Jimmy then set out on foot to search for a Chinese-made sedan, white or black, which would serve to take the three of them from the scene to the van. He walked the streets for a good hour before he came across a black sedan that could pass for a Government vehicle. He felt under the mudguards for a spare key container. This time he was in luck. After putting Dr. Wu’s passport and ID into the glove compartment he drove the car back to his apartment and parked it a block away before heading back to bed to try and get some sleep. Tomorrow he would be leaving China forever, if all went well.

Chapter 36

Mandatory Vaccinations

The mandatory vaccinations began in China in December. Wuhan’s outbreak had been building for a few weeks and had been receiving a good amount of publicity in China and in the foreign press. The head Doctor of the vaccination committee followed his directive to start with the large manufacturing cities: Beijing, Shanghai and Nanjing. Government teams started showing up at factories, quietly without publicity, giving everyone a small shot of the clear liquid that contained the vaccine and traces of certain metals that the Government scientists had found would work with the 5G frequencies.

The factory workers submitted their forearms willingly and without question. Everyone knew when something was ‘mandatory’ that nothing was to be gained from causing trouble or protesting. Very few of them thought about whether it was good or bad. They just knew that there was no choice.

The medical teams moved efficiently from factory to factory before moving on to smaller companies, and then finally setting up public vaccination sites in gymnasiums and halls in each neighborhood where people lined up with their identification. The elderly were vaccinated, even though it would not protect them if they were infected by the virus from Wuhan.

Vaccinations continued around the country including rural areas. Wuhan was left until later. The vaccination committee didn’t understand why Wuhan was being left to the end, but when they did arrive in Wuhan to begin work, they were shocked at the extent of the viruses spread, and even more shocked at the number of bodies that were being incinerated.

It was clear that Wuhan had been left until the end, very late considering the fact that the first cases were found there for a reason, but none of the committee talked about it. As was often the case, in their midst would be a lurking Party informant watching them, reporting back anything unusual that any individual did or said.

Chapter 37

Last Day at the Lab

Xue Lin appeared to be working diligently when Dr. Wu arrived early at the Institute building. He eyed her suspiciously, surprised to see her there before any of the other lab assistants. It was only 8:15am.

His work in the Biosafety Level IV area had all but come to an end, having already handed over samples of the Yellow Virus, the vaccine and the antidote to the Chairman’s scientists, for secure storage.

All that remained was to box up his paperwork concerning the remaining contents of the biohazard safe: the Yellow Virus, the vaccine and the antidote. Someone from the Government was coming this morning to pick them up and transport all of it to a secure storage facility. By lunchtime, there would be no evidence of any virus development in this lab. The only witnesses were him, Jimmy and the three scientists.

Last night he had made up his mind to destroy the Red Virus, for the good of humanity. He would put it in the incinerator later in the day.

He would now wait for an opportunity to travel to America, perhaps to retrieve his daughter’s body and belongings, or if that never eventuated, he would remain in China and accept his fate, whatever that would turn out to be. His sadness was getting on top of him today. He hadn’t slept enough, and was drinking too much in the evenings. He had never felt so alone.

Dr. Wu passed by Xue Lin’s cubicle, and he greeted her informally standing behind her while placing a hand on her shoulder. She swiveled into him slowly, without pulling him off balance, and looked up at him with a coy smile.

“Good morning Doctor Wu! How are you feeling today?” she asked him, seeing the sadness in his eyes.

“I am fine, Xue Lin. Your smiling face always gives me hope for a better world.”

Xue Lin asked him for help, drawing his attention to her computer where there was an administrative botch-up that she had made before last Friday. He bent over her, even closer than usual. She winced a little at the stale smell of cigarettes and his night’s drinking binge. She used her razor sharp ceramic scissors to snip his lanyard and slide his security pass away from him and into her lab coat pocket. She needed to make dead sure that he remained outside the lab until she had cleaned up the security guards, one of whom had just left his post to go to the break room for his usual morning cup of green tea.

“I’m just going to make a cup of tea. Would you like one?” She asked Dr. Wu as she stood up and offered him her desk chair, so that he could more comfortably work on the administrative bungle that she had made for him.

“Yes, Xue Lin, that would be wonderful, thank you honey,” he said as he looked closer at the mess she had made of the files on her computer. As he watched her perfect ass strut away from him toward the break room he thought to himself: “I’m still glad I chose her, even though she was a disastrous lab assistant.”

Xue Lin entered the break room as the guard poured hot water from the urn into a cup that had “World’s #1 Dad” printed on it. He moved out of her way when his cup was full, and said stiffly: “Good morning comrade. You are in very early today.”

Xue Lin poured water into two cups, as she replied: “Good morning comrade. Did you shoot anyone today?”

“Not yet, but it’s very early still.” The guard smiled a violent smile, thinking that she was the only one in the lab who didn’t seem scared of him, and she was cheeky. She was unperturbed by the machine gun that hung from his sling. It struck him as odd.

Holding the tiny vial with the clear roofie liquid that she had pulled from her lab coat pocket, Xue Lin knocked one of her cups to the floor. It fell smashing to pieces while she reached back emptying the contents of the vial into the guard’s cup. His attention was on the broken cup. She apologized and grabbed a dustpan and broom from under the sink as the guard watched and picked his own tea up and began sipping it. She quickly swept up the mess and then grabbed a mop. Mentally she was keeping time from the first sip the guard took of his tea.

As Xue Lin filled another cup from the urn, the guard finished his tea and left his dirty cup in the sink.

“I’ll see you later comrade,” he said to her as he left the break room to return to his post at the Biosafety Level IV security door where his colleague was waiting for him, still on duty.

Xue Lin quickly set a countdown timer on her phone to tell her very roughly when the guard should be about to keel over at his post. She had to be ready to move on the other guard as he had not taken a break. She would have to take him down herself, preferably without the sound of gunfire.

Outside in a van, the Tool Man had just commenced the video loop on the building’s closed circuit TV. Any security personnel watching monitors would now be seeing the same repeated ‘ten minutes’ from when Xue Lin and Dr. Wu were at her cubicle together. If they paid attention, they might think it was strange that Dr. Wu was at her cubicle for so long, but besides that, everything would appear normal, unless of course, the other staff started to arrive at work, which would be soon.

Xue Lin returned to her cubicle where Dr. Wu had just stood up, having remedied her faulty work.

“Here’s your tea sir.” She smiled sweetly at him as she stood close, looking him directly in the face, holding his attention as she asked him: “Do you wanna go outside with me and smoke?”

“I didn’t know you smoked Xue Lin!”

“I just started again,” she said batting her eyelashes at him. Dr. Wu just noticed that she was wearing makeup for the first time since her job interview. She was devastatingly beautiful.

“Sure, let’s go and smoke.”

The two of them passed through the security turnstile next to the metal detector and walked out of the building immediately smelling the awful aroma of Wuhan smog.

Xue Lin lit a cigarette and had a look at her countdown timer. She had seven minutes to finish the cigarette, take out the front security guard and then the remaining guard. It was going to be very tight.

They smoked in silence. Dr. Wu seemed preoccupied as he powerfully inhaled his cigarette. Xue Lin waited until he finished and threw the butt on the ground.

“Let’s go!” she said abruptly, throwing her half smoked cigarette a few feet into the bin.

Wu followed her back into the building. She was moving briskly now.

“You go ahead, I have to grab something from my locker,” she said, ushering him ahead of her as she peeled off to the left.

Dr. Wu went ahead through security, patting his pockets in search of his security card, and wondering why Xue Lin had become so matter-of-fact and hurried since their cigarette.

Xue Lin went to her locker and grabbed the backpack, throwing it on, and then moved up the hall to the metal detector. The metal detector beeped obnoxiously as she walked through it. The security guard stood up and slowly came around the machine towards her.

Xue Lin pulled her chopsticks out of her hair and took two large, rapid strides towards him, launching herself at him, taking him to the ground with her legs around his torso, pinning his arms to his sides. He tried to reach for his holstered pistol, but she plunged the chopsticks into his neck, and then with both hands she gripped the two chopsticks together and drove them into his heart.

“One!” she said to herself under her breath, wiping her hands clean and getting up off the dead guard, extracting his pistol and extra clips from his belt, throwing them quickly into her backpack, then, tying her hair up again with the chopsticks as she moved quickly towards the security door where she could see Dr. Wu and one of the guards standing over the other guard who was already slumped on the floor.

“What happened here?” She said as she approached the scene, seeing that the guard was reaching for his walkie-talkie.

Xue Lin landed a fist to the front of his neck followed by a lightning fast spinning kick to the side of his head, taking him to the ground, unconscious.

“Stay calm Dr. Wu, and you won’t get shot in the head” she said as she pulled zip ties and duct tape out of her backpack.

“We are going in this door, and you are going to do exactly as I say. Is that understood?” she looked up at Wu, as she zip-tied the guards ankles together.

“Ah yes, I understand. Who are you?” he asked her, with a look of total bewilderment.

“I’m here to help you, but you have to help me first. Let’s talk in the lab” she indicated with her head as she finished securing the guard, who would be coming to soon enough.

She put his walkie-talkie in her backpack, and picked up his machine gun, pulling the strap over her head so the weapon hung down her front. She grabbed the three extra clips from his vest, then moving on to the roofied guard, taking his clips and the magazine out of his weapon, also taking his walkie talkie.

“Let’s go!” she said, sliding Wu’s security pass through the reader, opening the door to the Biosafety Lever IV area.

The security door shut behind them. Xue Lin estimated that they had only ten minutes before the lab staff began arriving for work.

“Doctor Wu, the Chairman wants you dead. I am taking you to America. You have become a loose end for him.”

“Ah yes, I thought this would be the case. Do you know what I have been working on in this lab? You are CIA I assume?”

“Yes, SARS virus,” she answered, ignoring the second question. “We need to leave now, but we are bringing the virus with us and the vaccine.”

“Are you sure you can get us out of China? Are you working alone?”

“I have a solid plan in place. Our chances are good. Open the safe,” she ordered, taking her backpack off and unzipping it.

“Wait, I need to give you the antidote. The virus has already been released in Wuhan. If you get sick, I can’t run on my own. You probably already have it, but this will cure you.”

Xue Lin watched him as he opened the safe and pulled out a rack of vials and then the remaining loaded antidote syringe from the bottom shelf. She thought to herself that it might be something else in that syringe. Wu was no friend of the CIA.

“Listen Dr. Wu, I’m sorry that Roet killed your daughter. He’s an idiot. I had nothing to do with it. My job is to save you, and these vials,” she said, pointing to the rack of liquids. “Do you have travel cases for them?” she asked watching him prepare the syringe for her.

“Yes, but first things first,” he said as he took her arm, pausing for a second as he looked at her for approval. She nodded and he pierced her skin and pressed the plunger.

Xue Lin’s phone buzzed in her backpack. As Dr. Wu withdrew the needle she reached in and saw that it was Jimmy calling.

“Yes Jimmy?”

“It’s time to move,” he said.

“I need a few minutes. Stall them!” she ordered.

Outside, Jimmy got out of the stolen sedan and moved quickly to the front of the building. The first couple of workers approached the front door where he stood, holding his ID up, and the other arm out wide, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry, the building is on lockdown at the moment, we have had a breach in the lab. You should go home.”

The workers looked confused and didn’t move.

As Dr. Wu put three vials into separate small, padded transport cases: first, the green one, then the clear vaccine vial, Wu thought to himself: “So Roet wants the viruses…. I’ll give him a virus!” and placed the red vial into the third case labeled SARS-COV-2.

Xue Lin had now connected her bluetooth earpiece to her phone and was listening to Jimmy trying to turn people away.

“Please move away from the area. It is not safe. The cleanup team is on its way. Please make your way back to your homes.”

Xue Lin looked at Dr. Wu and yelled: “We have to go right NOW!” zipping up her backpack with the vials in their cases stowed inside.

The security personnel in the main control room in the next building had started looking with curiosity, at the screen with the head scientist talking to the lab assistant. He had been there for a long time. The supervisor had come over to look at the screen. There was a sudden glitch in the video feed and both were gone. Something seemed off.

“Go across the street and see what’s going on,” ordered the senior officer.”

Two officers holstered their pistols, put their PLA uniform hats on and started for the elevator.

Xue Lin led the way past the unconscious security guards towards the metal detector area. Dr. Wu looked dismayed as he saw the pool of blood next to the dead guard.

“Come ON!” she said to Wu. “You experiment on monkeys for God’s sake. Get over it!”

They were now behind the glass doors at the front of the building. She could see Jimmy standing there still moving people away as they arrived for work. She was still on the line with him, so Jimmy could hear her yelling at Wu about monkeys. It made him laugh despite everything.

“Jimmy, we are at the front door.”

Across the road from the virology building, two PLA security officers got out of the elevator and headed out of their building. Crossing the street towards the Institute they could see someone official waving his ID, turning people away. They walked towards him.

“I got company.” Jimmy’s voice sounded nervous in Xue Lin’s ear. “Two guards, not hostile yet. I will try to bullshit them. They look young. Come out now. Hide your weapons.”

“Copy. Headed out now. Dr. Wu is now on our team. Use that.”

Xue Lin put her lab coat over the machine gun and buttoned it up. She put her backpack on again as started to coach Dr. Wu:

“OK Doc, we have had a ‘breach’ and a ‘cleanup team’ is on the way,” Xue Lin told him, using the ‘quote unquote’ sign. “There are security guys coming. You need to back up what Jimmy says and tell them not to call it in. If they call it in, I will have to start shooting.”

Dr. Wu nodded nervously.

Xue Lin turned the radios off in her backpack before walking briskly out of the building with Wu.

Jimmy turned and saw that Dr. Wu and Xue Lin were headed his way now, as the security officers approached him.

“What’s going on here?” one of them asked.

Jimmy answered confidently: “We had a breach. It’s not safe to go in. The clean up team is on its way. I’m sending everyone home. You should get out of here too. I’ve had all the immunization shots, but you are both vulnerable. It’s a very nasty virus. You don’t want to get it.”

Jimmy thought how weirdly true everything was that he had just said.

As the security guys looked at each other with uncertainty, Xue Lin and Dr. Wu arrived at Jimmy’s side.

Dr. Wu looked at one officer and said: “There has been a problem in Biosafety Level IV. It’s very dangerous inside. You should not even touch us or breath near us. We have been contaminated.”

The officer took a few steps back as he responded: “I’ll call it in, just to make sure.”

“I would not do that if I were you” said Dr. Wu, giving him a grossly exaggerated look that would have been more suited to a Chinese soap opera actor.” The Chairman will not want this to get out. You should keep this to yourself until the site is secure. Then you can report it.” Dr. Wu gave them another look. Jimmy and Xue Lin tried their best to go with it, adding their own stern looks.

Jimmy took over: “You two stay here and stop anyone going in. The ‘BHCT’ should be here shortly.”

They looked at him, confused.

“The Bio Hazard Cleanup Team!” He yelled at them condescendingly, as Xue Lin did her best not to smirk at the bad soap opera that Jimmy was putting on.

Jimmy continued: “I will drive these two scientists to the other facility for observation. Clear? You know what to do?” he looked at them, awaiting their hesitant nods.

“Good work comrades. Keep it up!” Jimmy said, gesturing for Xue Lin and Dr. Wu to follow him. He walked stiffly, followed nervously by the two in lab coats, to the stolen black sedan. He opened the back door and they both got in, hearts racing. Dr. Wu was terrified, but Xue Lin was almost enjoying herself.

“Nice work Jimmy! You are quite the actor!” she quipped.

“It won’t hold for long.” Jimmy said as he pulled out into morning traffic.

Jimmy reached into the glove compartment and pulled out Dr. Wu’s new passport and ID card.

“Memorize your new details. All of our lives might depend on it if we hit a roadblock.” Jimmy said, passing them back.

Xue Lin pulled out one of the guard’s walkie talkies from her bag and turned it on to monitor the scene at the lab. Very little was happening still and the subterfuge laid by Jimmy was holding. No-one wanted to enter the building to investigate and no-one was yet brave enough or smart enough to call it in.

Xue Lin passed the radio to Jimmy saying: “Tell them the cleanup team is on route.”

Jimmy smiled at her in the mirror: “Ah you are just not a pretty face!” and proceeded to make the transmission in an overly authoritative voice: “This is the BHCT… ah we are on our way. No personnel are to enter the lab. Repeat, nobody goes in. There has been a bio-contamination.”

Jimmy threw the radio up on the dashboard, listening for the reply.

“Copy that,” the reply came from the nervous security officer outside the building.

Chapter 38

On the Run

Jimmy drove east crossing the Yangtze River and headed towards the edge of town where he’d parked the minivan. The violent theft of secret substances and the kidnapping of China’s top virologist would become the Chinese Government’s number one priority within the next 30 minutes or so. Jimmy drove efficiently without breaking the law too badly.

Being rush hour, most of the traffic was headed into the city, so Jimmy’s navigation took them smoothly to the stolen minivan he had stashed on the street on the southern edge of town where there were no traffic cameras. He parked down the block and got out of the car.

“Take off your lab coats. They draw attention,” said Jimmy.

Xue Lin stuffed Dr. Wu’s coat in her bag, and wrapped the submachine gun in her’s.

She and Wu got out of the car as Jimmy grabbed his duffle bag from the trunk and led the way to the minivan.

The radio in Jimmy’s hand squawked: “Change channel to next. Over.”

“Copy,” came the reply from the officer.

Jimmy looked grimly at Xue Lin. “They have a channel change protocol when a radio goes missing. They must be inside the lab already.”

“We just have to keep moving Jimmy. Let’s get on the road. We need to get to Shanghai ASAP.”

Jimmy opened the back and retrieved his heavy bag, thinking that they might need access to its contents. The three of them quickly got in the minivan, Dr. Wu in the back seat, Xue Lin in front, and Jimmy started the engine and headed for the highway.

Xue Lin, shaking her head, heaved a sigh. “Maybe I should have cleaned the scene.”

Dr. Wu looked questioningly at her: “What do you mean?”

“I could have put a bullet in each of those security guards. They can ID me as an assailant. I’m no longer an innocent bystander. They will be looking for a male and female fitting our descriptions, and a Government employee matching Jimmy’s description, though it may take them a while to work out who you are Jimmy.”

“You are an amateur. Any good spy would have taken them out.” Jimmy scolded, miming a ‘gun to the head.’

Xue Lin continued: “The Government probably knows who I am already. They bugged my apartment the day after I moved in. Perhaps killing two more guards would have accomplished nothing.”

“You’re soft. CIA makes soft soldiers,” Jimmy quipped as he sped up a ramp onto the highway heading east.

The scene back at the Virology Building was already a mess. Three ambulances had arrived on the scene, along with half a dozen unmarked police cars and a military personnel van with Wuhan’s equivalent of a ‘quick response unit.’ The security guard who was conscious was being questioned by a plain clothed Government Investigator with a hateful looking face. He asked the guard basic questions about why he had been found zip-tied at his post, and why his colleague was out cold.

“The pretty one kicked me in the head after my partner passed out at my feet. He came back from break and after ten minutes he just… fell down. She must have drugged him. That’s all I saw. Besides that, everything was normal, except… when I came-to, she had taken my weapon and ammunition… and radio.” The guard looked very sheepish and had a badly swollen black eye and probably a fractured skull.

The bloody body of the guard who had been operating the metal detector was taken to an ambulance on a stretcher. The roofied guard was taken to another ambulance and put on oxygen.

The investigator pressed the ‘transmit’ button on his radio: “I need to get into Biosafety IV, and I’ll need access to any safe or lockbox inside. Send someone now!”

He gestured at one of the policemen: “Bring me those two security officers from outside who can ID the driver.”

Jimmy looked ahead at the highway, driving aggressively through the minimal traffic but only just over the speed limit.

“Xue Lin, inventory check?”

She looked at him, thinking: ‘Jimmy can be quite professional.’

She went through her arsenal for Jimmy: “We have one submachine gun with six extra clips. Two pistols with 7 clips and One… flash-bang, I… suppose.”

“OK, not bad,” he replied. “There is a Barret .50 cal sniper rifle in the big bag if we get into a tight spot. Ever used one?”

“Yes, on occasion in training” replied Xue Lin, remembering how much she had enjoyed the big recoil on the rifle. But it really wasn’t the kind of rifle you could fire easily out the window of a moving car. It was large and heavy.

Jimmy chimed in: “We also have a few other toys I picked up from the Tool Man. Oh by the way, Dr. Wu there is a wig and sunglasses in my bag. Put them on. You’ll look like a rock ’n roller,” said Jimmy smiling.

While Dr. Wu adjusted his wig, trying to look in the mirror, Xue Lin reached into her own backpack and retrieved a long hair extension. She applied some dark gothic makeup, adding a mole to her upper lip.

Jimmy turned around for a moment to look at them both: “You guys look like gothic Sonny and Cher!”

Jimmy reached over Xue Lin’s lap and opened the glove compartment.

“Open one of those burner phones. I have to call the Chairman and tell him what’s going on.”

Xue Lin smirked as she opened one of the phone’s plastic packaging and handed it to him. Lying seemed to be one of Jimmy’s greatest talents.

Xue Lin took over steering from the passenger seat while Jimmy dialed the Chairman’s direct line.

“Jimmy, it is lovely to hear your voice!” Boomed the Chairman.

“Hello sir. I have activity to report. Biosafety IV was breached!” Jimmy said dramatically, gesturing with his free hand.

“Thank you Jimmy. I just heard. We have an investigator on site.”

“Yes sir.”

“Jimmy, do you know where Dr. Wu is?”

“Sir, no sir. It seems that his phone is at the lab. I’m trying to track him down though. Do you know who is responsible yet sir?”

“Our investigator has an idea of who is involved. I’ll let you know if I need anything from you Jimmy.”

“Thank you sir.”

Jimmy broke the burner phone and threw it out the window.

The Chairman picked up his office phone: “Get me the investigator on site at the Wuhan lab.”

The Investigator answered his phone: “Mr. Chairman, how may I be of service?”

“I trust things are going well at the lab?”

“Not really sir. One of the female lab assistants took out three guards all by herself, and apparently she left with a Doctor Wu. There may also be some material missing from the safe. They are calling her ‘the pretty one’ sir. Also, there was a driver at the scene but no-one has been able to identify him. He had a Government ID, but the security guys didn’t get a good look sir.”

“Keep working on finding them. There’s something else: I need you to track down agent Jimmy Lin’s car. Does it have some kind of locator on it?”

“Sir, all Government cars have beacons which we can turn on remotely from the ‘Third Department’ sir.”

“Do it! Find him and take him into custody. You can question him when you are finished with the lab situation.”

“Very good sir. Thank you sir.”

*

The investigator called the number for the 3PLA.

After a pause and some static, the answer came: “This is the Third Department. Please sign in.”

The Investigator gave them his code: “The time is three, ten.”

There was a brief pause as the tech checked the sign in code.

“Go ahead sir.”

“I need you to turn on a car beacon. Name: Agent Jimmy Lin. Probable location: Wuhan or surrounding area.”

“Turning on sir. Stand by.” The tech typed code into his terminal.

“Yes sir, black Mercedes, registered in Wuhan. I have him sir. Would you like me to send tracking to your phone sir?”

“Go ahead.”

The investigator looked at the map on his phone. The car was still near Wuhan, but moving at speed.

“Good, send this to the Team Leader of the Response Unit who is here on site at the lab.”

“Yes sir, stand by.”

The Team Leader picked up his radio to answer the investigator’s call.

“Go ahead.”

“I need you to pick up the driver and occupants of the black Mercedes who will be on your phone’s map locator in a few seconds. Take your team. He is government, but take him into custody. Let me know where you are holding him.”

“Yes sir!”

Chapter 39

The BBQ Couple

La Jolla, California

The corporate cleaning van pulled up and parked a few houses down from the BBQ couple’s house in La Jolla, California that overlooked Windansea Beach. The driver pointed to the flashing red dot on the GPS locator map.

“Two locators… right… there! That’s them.”

Inside the house, Xue Lin’s adoptive parents were having a cocktail while watching a documentary about the sleeping sharks of Mexico. They had been enjoying their retirement in California and had no reason to believe that they would ever be dragged back into the fray of international espionage. Their daughter had been given a new name at the CIA and their familial connection was classified, so almost no-one knew.

The cool winter air blew off the Pacific Ocean. Four Chinese PLA operatives sat uncomfortably inside the van while the Team Leader, sitting on the front passenger side, looked through the thermal imaging scope that he had taken off his rifle to try to scan the house for ‘number of occupants’.

“Drive past slowly so I can get a better angle,” he said in Mandarin to the driver.

The van passed by the house slowly. “I show two adults, both sitting in the front room, ground floor.” said the Team Leader, clicking his scope back on to his AR-15 rifle. “Pull over in front of the house and turn off the headlights. Keep the engine running. We’ll see you in four minutes.”

The Team Leader turned to look at the four in the back.

“They are probably not armed, but they are trained, so stay professional. Do not go loud unless they open fire. And if you do have to return fire, make sure to keep one alive. Otherwise, just cuff and bag them.”

The sliding door opened and the team of five silently opened the front gate and approached the front door. The second in line came around and quietly picked the lock and gently swung the front door inward. Not a sound. The team entered the house, floorboards creaking. The couple, both in their mid-fifties were still watching TV. Both of them were startled by the Chinese intruders, but seeing all the barrels pointing at them, the couple slowly raised their hands without getting up.

“Who are YOU guys?” the man in the chair said to the Team Leader. “We didn’t order any food.”

Speaking English the Team Leader replied: “Just get slowly on the floor, face down, hands behind your back.”

Neither of them moved a muscle, except to look at each other.

“DO IT!”

The couple complied and allowed two of the team to zip tie them and put a black bag over each of their heads.

“Honey you really need to vacuum this rug,” the husband commented.

The Team Leader yelled: “Let’s go!”

The team exited the house quietly and packed into the van, unnoticed by the neighbors. The van’s headlights came back on as the van pulled out and drove away, headed for Highway 805 as the woman calmly threatened never to go to a Chinese buffet again.

Before long, the cleaning van pulled into a back alley in San Diego’s Chinatown. A garage door slid up and the van pulled in.

“Out! Time to renew your passports!”

“I’ve been meaning to do that for ages,” the husband said as they were both bustled out of the van towards what looked like a crude temporary photo studio in the corner.

“OK! smile for the camera, or we have to take another one after pulling fingernail out. Harder to smile then!”

The photographer lined each of them up, still zip-tied, and took their photos for their new American passports which were all but finished in front of the forger at his desk a few meters away.

“Where are we flying to fellas?” asked the wife, after the camera’s flash went off capturing a sweet but momentary smile.

“European holiday. You are meeting up with your daughter, but only if you behave. Otherwise Chinese agent kill her. So you be good. Don’t try to escape. Don’t try to hurt my men. Don’t alert airline staff. Just be good, and everything be fine. You see your daughter again. No problem.”

She looked at her husband, worried now. He returned the look, nodding reassuringly. They both knew how highly trained their daughter had become. Their old case officer, Marcus Roet had kept them in the loop about her training, but they weren’t aware of any postings or missions she’d been given.

The forger added their photos to the passports and ran them through his machine adding the embossing and glossy sealant. On the desk lay various fake credit cards and loose cash to put in the purse and wallet he’d put together for them.

“Hand luggage!” the Team Leader yelled.

Two small identical navy blue suitcases on wheels were opened in front of the couple.

“Did you pack your suitcase yourself?” The Team Leader asked them, smirking.

The couple poked through the contents of their new suitcases.

“Normal things, your size. No worry. We take care of you.”

“Wo-men chyu ba!” yelled the Team Leader, then yelling at the couple: “Let’s go!”

Two of the team followed the couple back into the van. The leader and driver climbed in the front as the garage door opened and the van pulled out headed for LAX.

Milan

The Lufthansa flight with the couple and their two Chinese minders on board landed in Milan without incident. They cleared customs and were met outside arrivals by two slightly more elegantly dressed Chinese agents. They were ushered quickly to a waiting minivan, where black cloth bags were put over their heads and they were driven to central Milan where there was a very modest Chinatown.

The Chinese agents had a safe house which occupied an old building in Chinatown. The van drove through the arched wooden doorway all the way into the building where two more agents held a hand up indicating for the minivan to stop.

The couple were tired, having not slept during the twelve hour flight. They had paid attention to the time and apparent speed in which they had arrived at this Chinese safe house. As the black bags were removed from their heads, the couple looked around them taking in as much information as they could: six trained Chinese men, all armed. Security cameras inside and out with screens showing two angles on the street. The two windows to the street had been boarded up from the inside. No visible back entrance.

The guards could possibly have been briefed that the couple understood Mandarin, having spent several years undercover in Beijing. More likely though, the men would forget and give away information that might help the couple escape, or in an exchange or rescue scenario.

Chapter 40

On the Road

Jimmy had been silent for a while. “So, Doctor Wu, you like America?”

“I like anywhere they don’t want to kill me,” Wu replied sulkily.

“They’d kill you in China for sure,” Jimmy agreed. “They have to cover up the truth. They will tell the world that ‘Chinese people eating bats’ caused the virus. The Government would never allow the scientist who engineered it to go free. You’re lucky to be escaping.”

“What’s that now?” said Xue Lin. “Bats? Oh come ON!”

Dr. Wu looked at her. “It is true. The Ministry of Propaganda is going to make the press say that the virus is from cross-contamination at the market. Bats!”

“Wow!” Xue Lin retorted in complete disbelief.

“What does the virus do exactly?” she asked.

“Starts with dry, sore throat, maybe bad headache, tired, dry cough then lungs break down, die of heart attack, or no oxygen. It’s just like the SARS from 2003, but this one is contagious before symptoms appear. Therefore much more dangerous. No human testing though, only monkeys. Well we did accidentally infect one Doctor I know, but he was an asshole. He opened his big fat mouth and got himself killed.”

The Investigator put out a general radio call that all police units should be looking for two men and a woman traveling together in a black sedan out of Wuhan. Roadblocks on all highways out of Wuhan were quickly put into place.

The Quick Response Team closed in on Jimmy’s car. It was moving fast along the G70 toll highway. There seemed to be a driver and two passengers.

“Lights!” ordered the Team Leader. The flashing lights on top of the armored van lit up.

“He’s slowing down sir.”

“Pull over to the side of the road!” ordered the Team Leader over the megaphone that sat behind the front grill of the van.

The car came to a stop with the van directly behind it, the team readying themselves to take the car.

“Put your hands out the windows and flat on the roof!”

The Team Leader gave the hand signal to go, and the team of six surrounded Jimmy’s car, guns pointed at the three inside.

“Slowly open the doors and get out of the car.”

Three tattooed youths in their twenties got out of the car and looked nervously back at the men pointing high powered rifles at them.

The Team Leader picked up the radio: “It’s not them. It’s just a bunch of kids. Must have stolen the car. Over”

“Bring them in for questioning, just in case they know something. One of you drive the car. Check the trunk first” said the investigator on the other end.”

“We did sir, just a bag full of pirated DVDs.”

*

The young Chinese computer tech timidly put his hand up to get the attention of his superior who was finishing a call with an unpleasant investigator at the Wuhan Bio Lab.

He hung up, gave an order to another operator, and then walked over to the tech’s cubicle.

“Yes?”

“Sir, she has left Wuhan.”

His superior officer looked quizzically at him. The mention of Wuhan had confused him.

“Ah sir, you remember? You ordered me to inform you if she leaves Wuhan. The adopted girl. American parents, possible CIA, enemies of China?”

“Yes, of course!” he said, mind ticking over, connecting this Jimmy Lin who was being looked into, and now the girl in Wuhan too.

“Where is she?”

“Sir, she is traveling east on highway G50.”

“Watch her,” he said, picking up his phone to call the investigator in Wuhan.

The Investigator answered his phone, it showed that it was the Third Department calling.

“This is the 3PLA. I have some new information that may be related.”

“Go ahead, I’m listening.”

“We are showing a chipped woman leaving Wuhan. She entered China four months ago, and has been in Wuhan since then.”

“Anything else in her file?” the investigator asked.

“Born in 1991, adopted in Beijing in ‘95 by Americans, possibly CIA. Expelled from China in 2003.”

“Send me the locator map immediately.”

“Yes sir. Did you have any luck finding Jimmy Lin’s Mercedes?”

The investigator abruptly hung up without answering the question.

The Investigator texted the Chairman:

“Female lab assistant was chipped in ’95.

Possible CIA.

She has just left Wuhan in a vehicle.

3PLA are tracking her location.

Instructions?”

The Chairman read the text, and quickly called back.

“You can let her go. I have other plans for her now.”

“Yes sir. Ah sir, she probably has Dr. Wu with her, and possibly Jimmy Lin also sir.”

“All in good time. There is a new plan in place. I’ll be putting it into motion soon enough. We have been listening in on her for four months since she started work at the lab, but she seems to have been aware of the surveillance, so she has been leaking misinformation to our analysts, and curiously, also seems to have taken up playing the ‘erhu’ in her spare time.”

“I see sir. That’s… interesting to know. I… wish I had known that sooner… sir. I have to call off the dogs.”

The Chairman hung up, leaving the investigator perturbed about the roadblocks and the urgent bulletins of ‘armed and dangerous fugitives’ that he had recently put out over the radio. It would take some organization to call the search off again and pull back the roadblocks. It might take an hour to completely reel it all back in.

*

Jimmy looked far ahead up the highway. It had been clear of traffic until now but there seemed to be a bit of a bottle neck coming up in a couple of kilometers.

“Xue Lin, put that machine gun out of sight, but accessible, and make sure you have access to your pistol. Dr. Wu, pass me my bag.”

Xue Lin dipped into the depths of her backpack and grabbed three magazines for the machine gun and put them in the backpack’s front pocket for easier retrieval.

Jimmy pulled some clips from his bag and threw the bag back to Dr. Wu saying: “There’s a vest in there. Put it on! Put your sweater on over the top of it.”

“Really?” said Wu in disbelief.

“Do it now! We’ll be there in one minute, and they are probably looking for two men and a woman. Well, you could almost pass for a woman in that wig.” Jimmy smiled weirdly, already being affected by the adrenaline.

Dr. Wu struggled into the bullet proof vest. Xue Lin put her kevlar backpack on her front and did up the waist band tight. She extracted the three biohazard carry cases and put them under the seat.

“Everyone’s ID out. Not passports, just ID cards. Passports would be weird. Dr. Wu looks weird enough already.”

Jimmy screwed the suppressor on to his pistol saying: “You know what Wu? Just wave your head around like you are on drugs.”

Jimmy gently pressed down on the brakes, bringing the car to a stop behind five other cars. There was just one officer looking in each car, checking IDs. There were three patrol cars angled across the highway, leaving one lane open for cars to pass through one at a time.

“We have six cops. Probably pistols only. Dr. Wu stay in the car, no matter what happens.”

Xue Lin looked at Jimmy: “Plan?” she asked raising her eyebrows.

“We’ll try with the IDs. He has been handing them straight back to the drivers without further checks. If he walks away from us with the IDs, it means we are as good as dead, so we need to dismount and open fire. You go up the right flank, I’ll take this side.”

“Copy that,” Xue Lin slid her pistol out from under her leg, and threaded her belt through its holster pulling her blouse over the top of it. The machine gun was on the floor, barely out of sight.

The officer passed the ID back to the driver of the sedan in front and waved him through. Jimmy slowly pulled up and put the van in neutral, leaving the engine running. The officer arrived at the window and had a good look inside the van, seeing the hippy waving his head around in the back, and the beautiful gothic girl in the passenger seat batting her eyelashes at him.

“IDs please.”

Jimmy handed the three identity cards to him. The officer looked at him for a long couple of seconds, then at the three IDs, then back at Jimmy and then said: “I’ll be back with these in just a few minutes.”

“Go,” Jimmy said rather calmly as he shot the cop from his window and got out quickly enough to catch him before he fell. Skillfully wrapping his left arm around the cop’s neck he walked him forward using him as a shield, raising the barrel of his own pistol in the direction of the cops ahead.

Xue Lin was already out of the van. She lifted the machine gun and took a knee next to the open door and squeezed the trigger spraying the heads of the two cops still in their car, then she smoothly jogged up the right side of the road to get an angle on the second and third police cruisers.

“Two down!” yelled Xue Lin, aiming at car doors behind which the cops were attempting to take cover. She fired a short spurt piercing the doors of the second cruiser. “Four down!”

Jimmy aimed his pistol at the last cop who was trying to radio for backup from inside the third car. He pulled the trigger releasing a single slug into the forehead of the cop.

“Two down. That’s all of them. Check them!”

Xue Lin efficiently looked over each of the cops, almost casually putting a bullet in the head of the sole remaining badly injured cop who was defiantly trying to lift his pistol.

“Let’s go!” yelled Xue Lin. “No, wait! Jimmy get the IDs from your human shield there.”

Jimmy located the three IDs on the ground near the cop’s body and brought them back to the driver’s side.

“Any bullet holes anyone?” Jimmy said flippantly, looking in at Dr. Wu huddled in the back seat.

“No… bullet… holes.” Wu answered.

“Well that went well,” said Xue Lin sarcastically. Pulling out the magazine to check how many she had left. She replaced it with a full one.

“Maybe we should clean this shit up before someone comes along,” said Jimmy.

“And grab one of their radios. They will have the new channel. We can listen in again.”

Xue Lin and Jimmy, working as quickly as a team, put the six bodies in the trunks of the cruisers and parked them on the side of the road behind a cement barrier. Perhaps motorists might see them in their rearview mirror after they had passed, but the bullet holes would not be apparent. It would seem strange, but hopefully not strange enough to report.

“Let’s go Jimmy. We need to put some miles between us and this mess.”

Jimmy put his foot down and the van lurched forward onto the highway. His driving had suddenly become much more aggressive. There was no point sticking to the speed limit now. As long as they stuck to this highway there likely wouldn’t be any more roadblocks. Xue Lin turned up the volume of the cop’s radio that Jimmy had picked up and listened intently for new information.

*

The Chairman summoned his assistant to his office.

“I need you to get me the Director of the Ministry of State Security. Get him in my office this afternoon please.”

“Yes sir. Will that be all for now sir?”

“A pot of tea.”

“Yes sir.”

The Chairman felt an old excitement creeping back. It had been all politics. Shaking hands with Presidents. The espionage of late had been a welcome diversion and the thought of increasing China’s power was an exhilarating one. Some of the coming changes may have a certain amount of blowback on the Communist Party, but it would all be worth it in the long term.

This morning’s theft of bio-materials by an American spy could easily be spun into an elegant conspiracy theory by the Ministry of Propaganda. It would muddy the waters when the press started to point fingers. America’s own propaganda machine would crank up, trying to cast blame on China.

The lack of speed of contagion in the West was the only thing he was worried about. Relying solely upon tourism to spread the virus would reduce the sudden impact he was hoping for, even if entire cruise ships of full of infected tourists were unleashed upon major cities in the West, it may still be too slow to cause the hospitals to be overrun, which was the key to forcing quarantine conditions.

His assistant knocked three times and entered. “Your tea sir.”

*

Jimmy had been at the wheel for three hours since the roadblock. Doctor Wu was still looking shocked in the back seat. It was approaching noon as Jimmy announced that they would be needing gas shortly. He was still dumbfounded at the unexpected police radio transmission they had overheard an hour ago.

“Why on earth would they call off the search already?” asked Xue Lin, incredulously. “It just doesn’t make any sense.”

Jimmy shrugged his shoulders: “I dunno, maybe a trick. You heard it though. Sounded real to me.”

Jimmy suddenly looked like something had dawned on him.

“You got the bug sweeper with you in that backpack? Maybe they know where we are, don’t need to block roads.”

Xue Lin pulled it out, thankful that she’d decided to keep it for the escape.

Jimmy said: “You can check in a minute when we stop for gas.”

Jimmy pulled off the ramp into the gas station and stopped by the pump.

Xue Lin got out and casually walked around the car with the detector, doing inside and out, and ran it over Jimmy and Doctor Wu.

“Nothing. We are clean” she said looking stupefied.

Jimmy shrugged: “I guess I was wrong then,” as he continued filling the gas tank. Dr. Wu put his wig and sunglasses on and went inside the shop to find some food to balance out his hangover which had come on strong since the adrenalin rush had subsided.

*

On the road again, Jimmy turned the radio to a K-pop station. Xue Lin reached forward and turned the radio off. “Do you mind Jimmy, I feel like having no music for a while.”

“Fine. Let’s talk then. How about some answers. What’s your real name?”

“Nope,” replied Xue Lin, shaking her head.

“OK, where were you born? Where’s your family?”

“I was born in Beijing and my parents died in a car crash when I was five. An American couple adopted me.”

“You were adopted? I bet you had some vaccinations. Am I right?”

“I really don’t remember Jimmy, I was five!”

“You know… they might have chipped you when you were adopted, right? Get that bug sweeper out again. Turn the frequency dial down to the lowest. Do your arms, feet and shoulders first.”

“Are you serious?” she asked, a little freaked out now. “They do that here?”

“Just DO it dummy. The Government has had a program for decades where they find ways to chip people of interest, you know, for the future. Just in case. They make it seem legit with a Doctor in a white coat saying it’s a vaccination.”

As Jimmy continued talking like a crazy conspiracy theorist, Xue Lin dubiously passed the sweeper around each foot, then each hand and forearm, and the moved to her shoulders. As the device passed over her left shoulder it beeped.

“Holy….” she looked at Jimmy and turned to look at Dr. Wu. “That’s why they let us go! They know exactly where we are, and they are following us on a map.”

Jimmy looked concerned. “We need to get that thing out of you.”

“Pull over, God Damn it!” She yelled.

Jimmy pulled off the road and stopped the van in a cloud of dust.

“You got a sharp knife?” she asked.

“Of course!” Jimmy said, cockily. He reached into his duffle bag and pulled out the tactical blade that looked like it could cut through anything.

“OK, do you see that small scar on my left shoulder? That’s where it’s going to be. I always thought it was a weird vaccination scar.”

Jimmy squinted as he looked closer: “Wait! These cars all have emergency kits in the back now. Let’s sterilize first.”

Dr. Wu opened the back and found the kit. After swabbing the area and the blade with an alcohol wipe, Jimmy made an incision in her shoulder over the scar and dug around for ten seconds before levering out a small white silicone capsule.

“Holy crap!” exclaimed Xue Lin, taking it from Jimmy’s now bloody fingers.

“Bandage it!” Dr. Wu yelled, dismayed as the wound started to bleed.

Xue Lin quipped: “Yeah I’d just hate to get an infection….”

An uncomfortable silence emanated from the back seat.

“So what do we do with it?” she asked.

“Wild goose chase scenario” started Jimmy. “Put it on a vehicle going somewhere different to us. A truck, or a bus. You know, with a destination.”

Jimmy pulled off the ramp leading into the next town, and found the bus station.

“Xue Lin, do you chew gum?” he asked, offering a piece from the packet in his pocket. “You know, for the tracker.”

She took a piece and began chewing it as she got out of the van and walked casually toward the bus stop area. She stuck the tracker in her gum and shoved it firmly behind the license plate of a bus heading north and walked back to the van, smiling cockily, saying: “That will waste some time and resources. Maybe cover our tracks. They might still guess where we are headed though.”

“No, I think we’re good now,” said Jimmy. “We stay with this van. We had a clean change of vehicles back in Wuhan. No cameras there, I checked before. We’ll be in Shanghai by 11pm.” He looked at Xue Lin and asked: “How are we gonna get to Korea?”

“I know a man. I’ll have to call him on the SAT-phone.”

“It won’t be secure you know. We’ll have to do it in a town well before we get to Shanghai, or they could listen in, and might be able to locate us.”

“We need to give them a couple of hours notice to get to the extraction point.”

Chapter 41

Sam and the SEAL Team

Sam leaned over the map with the SEAL Team Leader. Sam had thought they needed to be prepared for Xue Lin’s timeframe to change quickly with no warning. She was on the run, and was likely playing hide and seek with the Chinese Army by now. Sam told the Navy SEAL that he wanted to go in earlier rather than later and spend more time sitting at the outer limits of Korean waters and be ready to get in there at the drop of a hat.

The Team Leader went over the specs of the quick boat. The Mark V SOC aluminum hulled boat had a reduced radar signature and could do sixty-five knots on a flat sea. The guys called it “The Mako.” The squad carried Chinese made ammunition, and would be out of uniform, with no dog tags or flags. As always, the standard rule of leaving no man behind applied.

*

As the minivan pulled over in a small town three hours outside Shanghai, Xue Lin connected the satellite aerial to the phone, and keyed in the Sam Chilvers’ SAT-phone number that she had memorized back at Langley during her final three weeks of training. She felt a surge of adrenaline as it rang. Things had really moved on since she had talked to him on the radio.

“Good evening, is this Empire Szechuan?” she asked.

“Yes. Would you like to reserve a table?”

“A table for three, we will be there at 11pm.”

“Excellent. Might you be expecting any other guests?”

“It’s only a remote possibility, but it could happen, I have a lot of new friends these days.”

“We look forward to seeing you” said Sam before hanging up, giving the signal to the Team Leader to call a meeting.

*

The SEAL Team Leader stood in front of the widescreen TV addressing his team as Sam stood to the side.

“We will take the ‘Mako’ to the first checkpoint.” He pointed to the position between the Korean coastline and Shanghai. “This is called checkpoint ‘Flipper.’ We are to proceed at high speed to this point off the coast, which we will call ‘Miami Vice’, then we take the inflatable into the beach here, at ‘Empire Szechuan’ and pick up three individuals at 11pm plus or minus. Two are Chinese Nationals, the third, a female, is one of ours. We will refer to them as ‘Gilligan, the Professor and Maryanne.’ We will have along for the ride Officer Sam Chilvers, he is ex-Delta Force. Please give him your attention.”

Sam moved to stand in front of the television and looked at the team. “Two of them are highly trained, the female, ‘Maryanne,’ is one of mine. The male, ‘Gilligan’, is potentially hostile. If he even looks at one of you the wrong way I suggest you zip tie him. The older man, ‘the Professor’ is a scientist, obviously with no training and his English may be rusty, so talk slow and keep it simple. Try to keep them dry and be gentle. One of them is carrying a breakable package that you really don’t want to break. We do not know if we are expecting guests.”

The Team Leader stepped forward: “Anything else?”

Sam spoke up: “We don’t know if they will be early or late, so if they are not at Szechuan, put two frogmen in the water near the beach to watch for them and radio the inflatable, and withdraw to observation distance. It’s a calm sea tonight, no wind or swell, but unfortunately a full moon and clear skies.”

The Team Leader said sternly: “Gear up!”

The men looked fired up as they walked back to gear up. The operation would use a good amount of the water skills in which they had been heavily trained.

*

“Sir, the Director of the Ministry of State Security is here to see you. Shall I?”

“Yes, go ahead and show him in.”

The Chairman picked up a cigar as he stood up and moved to the pair of couches in front of his desk.

“Thank you for coming in Director!” the Chairman said without getting up.

“Thank you for inviting me to see you Mister Chairman.”

“Please sit down. Would you like a drink?”

The Chairman beckoned his assistant: “Please pour us two whiskies. Ice. Bring the cigars.”

The Chairman looked at his comrade, now on the sofa opposite him. He clapped his hands together smiling:

“Well! Things are falling into place. The small plans that make up the big plans are bringing the country closer to the great goal.”

He paused, thinking, and continued: “When one really wants something, all the universe conspires in helping him achieve it.”

The Chairman’s eyebrows were high on his forehead as he smiled at the Director. He was very pleased with himself.

“Mister Chairman, the work on the virus is complete?”

“Yes. In fact it has been released in Wuhan and it is already on it’s way to America.”

“Ahhh, but I thought the scientists were in custody sir.”

“Yes, that was unfortunate. We were not expecting all three of them to get caught, and of course they all talked.”

The Director looked sternly at the Chairman, saying: “The Americans have cleaned up the circuit that we created. The American academics have been named. Several of our agents on student visas have been sent back to us.”

“Yes, all very bad news.”

He paused and puffed on his cigar as his assistant brought in a small silver tray with two lowball glasses, full nearly to the brim with expensive Scotch Whisky.

“You heard about today’s kidnapping and theft at the Institute in Wuhan?”

“Yes sir. I was given the memo. Am I guessing correctly that it was the young American lab assistant?”

“You are correct, comrade. Yes. She is a violent young lady,” the Chairman laughed, continuing: “However, not a good erhu player. I hear that she has been serenading the young men listening at the 3PLA.”

“I heard about that sir,” the Director laughed genuinely, picking up his drink and taking a large gulp.

“This young lady, we believe, has stolen the virus and has Doctor Wu with her.” The Chairman looked at his guest sternly: “Now, I hope that you still have the so-called ‘Barbecue Couple’ in custody somewhere. Is that so?”

“Yes sir, our operatives have them in San Diego. They should be on a plane to Milan soon.”

“Excellent. They have succeeded in eluding us for now, but our leverage over the young lab assistant should do the trick. We will allow them to leave China. Then we use the Barbecue couple to twist her arm.”

*

Jimmy drove through the streets of Shanghai following the map to the checkpoint on Xue Lin’s high tech phone. They had made excellent time and would be at ‘Empire Szechuan’ a little bit ahead of schedule.

“Let’s get ready,” said Xue Lin. “Dr. Wu, put the vest on. It looks like we need to go on foot across two fields to get to the beach. Jimmy, bring the Barret just in case we have guests.”

Jimmy didn’t think the sniper rifle would be necessary, but it had a strap on it, so why not? Xue Lin pointed to an intersection. “Leave the van here.”

She got out as the van came to a halt and started leading the way in the direction of the ocean.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Jimmy asked, laughing at Xue Lin.

“Ouhhhh… right” she said turning around to go back and get the vials. She reached under her seat and slid out the vial cases and put them in her backpack.

Jimmy opened the trunk and slung the heavy rifle over his shoulder. He pulled a backpack out of the duffle bag. He had a few toys in there still, his papers, some ammo and all the cash he’d collected.

“Let’s go!” said Xue Lin, taking charge.

Sam had strapped into seat three next to the Captain of the Mako, with the squad of SEALs sitting calmly behind. They’d motored a few hours out into the East China Sea to ‘checkpoint Flipper’ where they waited silently with dead calm conditions, the frogmen carefully donning their drysuits and checking over their oxygen rebreathers. The boat captain gave Sam the signal that it was time to head to ‘checkpoint Miami Vice’. The Mako’s engines revved and the captain brought the boat up to 65 knots, skimming over the moonlit water in the direction of Shanghai’s coastline.

Xue Lin led the way through the fields in the direction of the sea. Dr. Wu did his best to keep up with her, but all the drinking and smoking he’d been doing of late was causing him to have to stop every hundred meters or so. Jimmy brought up the rear, making sure they hadn’t attracted any attention, which was unlikely. The only danger now was out on the water, which was heavily patrolled by the Chinese Maritime Police, China’s version of the American Coast Guard. Their patrol boats were armed with mounted high caliber machine guns. He hoped that Xue Lin’s extraction team were well equipped and highly trained, or the three of them would probably soon be Swiss cheese. The brightly shining moon had robbed them of the cover that darkness would have provided.

The Mako’s engines ceased their din as it arrived at ‘Miami Vice’, and the squad, kitted out in black, no uniforms, no dog tags or flags, slid the inflatable into the water with two frogmen, one skipper and Sam aboard. They headed towards the beach, the two divers getting ready to go over the side if necessary.

An officer on the Mako looked suddenly concerned: “I’m seeing a vessel on the radar, to the South. Probably a patrol boat. It’s moving slowly, not directly at us. I don’t think they have seen us. They are at seven miles sir.”

“Sit tight. We are good for now. We’re lucky that this boat is hard to spot on radar. I’m counting on it. Still, have someone check that gatling gun. Fire only if fired upon with deadly intent. Mind the warning shots. They are only Coast Guard.”

As Xue Lin began to cross the second field, she could see the water in the distance. She pointed and said: “Look Doctor, not far to go. Let’s pause and rest for a while.” Dr. Wu relaxed for a second. “Ok let’s go!” said Xue Lin, laughing at him. Jimmy shook his head at her, as he took the lead, feeling sorry for the Doctor.

The inflatable quietly motored in, forty meters from the beach. The skipper scanned the beach with night vision, seeing no-one. He radioed back to the Mako: “The castaways are not at Szechuan yet. We are dropping divers.”

“Pool’s open fellas. Have a nice swim.” The two frogman rolled backwards out of the inflatable and submerged as the boat reversed away from them and moved away from shore. Sam sat in the bow of the inflatable, looking calm. They were still quite early.

Under the surface of the water the visibility was very clear due to the calm seas. The moonlight provided ample visibility for the divers to follow the contour of the sandy bottom into the shallows where they would wait silently, partially submerged for their guests to arrive.

Xue Lin stepped foot on the grassy edge of the beach still a good distance from the water. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and turned it on, putting it on airplane mode. She briefly flashed the illuminated phone in the direction of the water. The divers saw it and radioed in. “We see somebody. Standby for confirmation.” The other diver waded ashore and walked up the beach until he could clearly make out the three figures walking towards him. “I have three coming our way. Looks like Mary-Anne in the lead with a machine gun, then the Professor possibly unarmed, and Gilligan in the rear with a long gun.”

“That’s them!” radioed Sam. “Coming in now for extraction.”

The inflatable made a white wake as it motored in the direction of the diver in the water. Jimmy let Xue Lin take the lead. They were her people, after all.

Xue Lin casually put her hand on her pistol as she approached the frogman: “Are you the man giving free speedboat boat rides?” she smiled at him. He radioed back to Sam: “It’s them.”

“Roger that. Standby. We’ll be there in two minutes.” Sam was relieved, but he knew better than to relax before a mission was complete and everyone was out of harm’s way.

The divers both stood at the edge of the water, scanning the distance with their rifle scopes as the boat arrived at shore. The three were helped aboard and the divers climbed on after them as the motor revved taking them backwards off the beach.

The officer on the Mako straightened up in his seat looking at the radar: “Sir, that patrol boat has changed course and has picked up speed. They have definitely spotted us sir. They probably don’t know how big we are yet. We will look like a small boat on their radar. They are at two miles and closing sir.”

The Captain radioed: “Sam get back here pronto. They have a patrol boat in the area, she’s seen us. We’re coming to you, meet you half way!”

“Full speed!” Sam ordered. “Everyone hang on!” The bow lifted out of the water and the boat reached maximum speed.

The Captain revved the engine and pointed the Mako in the general direction of where the inflatable probably was coming from and brought the boat up to top speed. “Tell me when you see us Sam! We are coming at you fast.”

“Roger that Captain. When we are close, you turn ninety to starboard and we’ll come in behind. We’ll do a fast rolling pickup, and get the fuck out of here. Wait, I see you Captain. One hundred meters dead ahead, seventy meters… turn to starboard in five, four, three, two, turn!”

The Mako turned sharply.

Sam yelled: “Everybody hold on tight and lean back!” as the skipper steered hard to port bringing the inflatable up to the stern of the Mako. The Mako reduced speed and the inflatable’s engine revved, and they came to a jerking stop on the deck of the big boat as everyone lurched forward where they sat.

“They are still in pursuit, sir. One mile to the south.”

The Captain pushed the throttles up to full speed. “Let’s outrun them. Intelligence says their patrol boats can only do 50 knots, but we are in range if they want to shoot at us. Technically they shouldn’t, as they don’t even know what we are.”

“We are doing 67 knots sir. They are falling behind now.”

The Captain looked darkly at the instruments: “But we will be in Chinese waters for another two hours.”

Everybody was now seated and strapped in. Sam unbuckled and moved up to sit with the Captain. He put the headphones on so he could be heard above the twin engines. “Air support?” he asked simply.

The Captain cooly replied: “If the Chinese put two and two together, we are definitely going to need it.”

Twenty minutes went by with no sign of anything in the air.

“Chopper sir!” the officer yelled, pointing at the radar screen.

The Captain picked up the radio. “This is Mako-2, requesting F-16 air support on standby. Our position is 33.289686, 122.571247.”

Sam yelled: “We need to take that chopper out and try to stop them getting a visual on us. We don’t need them bringing in their airforce.”

“Jesus! Who are you guys?” he screamed at Sam, half smiling.

“I could tell you but…” The Captain laughed and ordered the SEALs to get on the big guns. “Take him out as soon as he’s in range!”

“Yes sir!”

Jimmy picked up his Barret in the darkness, and unfolded the feet of the bipod under the barrel and lay down on the deck, feet spread, pointing the rifle behind the boat. One of the SEALs smirked in approval: “OK then!” nodding his head in Jimmy’s direction.

The two SEALs watched the dot of light in the distance slowly grow in size to become the Chinese Coast Guard Chopper. They both opened fire with the 7mm gatling gun and the .50cal machine gun. Tracer bullets lit up the air. The chopper took a few rounds, but evaded. The boat sped along on the smooth moonlit surface of the water. Jimmy angled for a shot with his powerful rifle. The Barret was capable of hitting targets at two thousand yards, and used a large round capable of piercing an engine block.

Jimmy lay on the deck and balanced the bipod on the inflatable waiting for the chopper to cross the stern.

‘Boom!’ The rifle recoiled and the bullet tore through the front of the chopper and through the pilot’s chest.

The chopper pulled back as the copilot took the controls. The navy SEAL on the gatling gun sprayed the prone chopper with bullets, ripping through the copilot. The chopper seemed to just sit there in the air for a few seconds before nose diving into the sea.

“God Damn!” yelled Xue Lin, watching as the two SEALs left their gunnery positions and hopped down onto the deck, already smiling and patting Jimmy on the back. “You’re a useful fellow!” said one of them.

Jimmy winked at Xue Lin as Dr. Wu looked on, aghast.

“We’re not supposed to be here, let alone taking out their Coast Guard choppers.” said the Captain. Sam looked at him: “They might have called it in. They definitely identified us, maybe not as American, but definitely as a hostile. We don’t look like a fishing boat unfortunately.”

“I’ll make the call.”

Jimmy was picking up his .50 calibre shell as Sam came over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder: “Well that was impressive.”

Sam looked over at Xue Lin and smirked. “Quite the crew you guys are.”

Xue Lin laughed, clutching her backpack, now strapped to her front, as her hair blew wildly in the wind.

She looked at Sam and asked: “How long before we are out of Chinese waters?”

“Two hours,” he answered, looking back at her with his steely blue eyes. “It might get dramatic. F-16s are on their way from Kunsan air base.”

He looked her in the face a bit more tenderly than usual. “Are you OK Snowflake?”

She looked up at him and used her baby voice: “Snowfwake had a big day. Killed a wot of people.” She batted her eyelashes at him the way he loved as it really made him laugh. He gave her a long hug. It made them both feel good despite being blocked by the backpack with the deadly virus in it.

Jimmy looked at Dr. Wu, indicating with widespread open arms that they should perhaps hug too. Wu laughed, though somewhat nervously.

“Mako 2, this is Kunsan Air Base. Two vipers inbound to you. Eight hundred knots. They will be at your location in ten minutes, over.”

The Captain replied: “Roger that. Gracias.”

The squad of SEALs stayed in their seats, resting. Their job was done. It was up to the airforce now.

The two pilots of the F-16s flew in the direction of the Navy vessel, out of Korean airspace and into Chinese. Their commander had ordered them ‘not to get shot down in Chinese airspace.’

“I see the boat on radar, but no bogeys.”

“Roger that.”

“Let’s fly a wide circle around the boat and hold that pattern.”

“What the hell are they doing way out here?”

“No idea. Don’t wanna know.”

“Saving whales maybe?”

“This is China, not Japan!”

“Oh yeah. What do the Chinese do?”

“Dogs, man, they eat Dogs!”

“One bogey! Fifty miles out. Coming from the south.”

“Stay low. Let’s just lock him up and see what he wants to do.”

Sam and Xue Lin stood next to the Captain as he continued to steer the speeding boat through the night, towards Korean waters while overhead, the roar of supersonic jet engines tore by. It was hard to tell what was going on in the night sky. All they knew was that if a Chinese fighter plane let loose at the boat, they would all be toast.

“I’m coming round behind him. It looks like a Nanchang Q-5. Just like a Mig. This Man is a shitty pilot. He’s all over the place.”

‘Beeeep.’

“I’m locked on. I’m just gonna stay on his tail until he shits his pants.”

“Watch your language. I’m feeling very sensitive today.”

“Still on him. He’s banking right. Still on him. Oh come ON, just go home dude!”

“Stay with him.”

“He’s… banking again, looks like he’s bugging out this time. He’s going home. Finally dude! Nice playing with ya, Alpha Mike Foxtrot!”

“Nice. We staying for a while?”

“Affirmative. Resume circle pattern. I’m in the lead.”

The Captain gave Sam and Xue Lin a look: “I think we are good! How are our passengers feeling?”

“We haven’t eaten in a while,” said Xue Lin.

“We’ll be back at base before breakfast, but if any of you castaways want some chow, check the cupboard. Should be noodles in there. Someone boil the kettle!”

The Frogmen got out of their drysuits and packed their gear away. Doctor Wu was asleep in his seat, head bobbing from side to side with the motion of the speeding boat. Sam started to debrief Xue Lin who was wearing one of the navy SEAL’s wool hats as she had gotten cold.

She had to talk straight into Sam’s ear, which he didn’t mind at all. She gave him the rundown on the vials that she was carrying in her bag. She gave him the short version of the heist at the lab, the road block. She told him how she thought that there was a piece missing from the puzzle. Why had they not just picked them up and tortured the three of them? Thrown them in jail, never to be seen again.

At least now she understood how they knew she had come to Wuhan and why they had immediately put her under surveillance. It was all because of the chip in her shoulder.

Eventually she fell asleep on Sam’s shoulder, and remained asleep until the Captain slowed the boat as it approached the channel back into port.

“Coffee anyone?” One of the SEALs had a tray of mugs of coffee. Xue Lin and Sam both took one.

“Sam, what do you know about my parents?”

“Well, their file is highly classified, but from what their old case officer told me, they were company folk, just like you and me. I believe they knew your birth parents. They were working that whole SARS thing until 2003 when their cover was all but blown and they got sent home with you in tow. As you know, they are very nice people. Why don’t you ask them?”

“I don’t know Sam. I love them, but they don’t share work stuff. It’s just simpler that way.”

“OK. Well, you can ask Roet. See what he has to say. Try using that baby voice with him. It works on me.”

Chapter 42

Korea

The Mako pulled up to the dock and the SEALs helped tie up. Dr. Wu and Jimmy were escorted to their quarters which were locked and guarded. Breakfast was brought to them while Xue Lin ate with Sam in the mess hall.

Sam’s phone rang, it was Marcus Roet.

“Hello Marcus. We’re all back safe and sound. It must be knocking off time there in Langley.”

“Good to hear. Did it all go smoothly, any problems along the way?”

“Ah… we had a few bumps in the road actually. Hopefully no repercussions for international diplomacy.”

“So you have the Doctor and Jimmy, and some vials for me?”

“Our two Chinese fellows are having breakfast in their quarters this morning under lock and key. I’ll start debriefing them in their rooms at noon. The vials we are keeping with us. I’m not locking them up for now. I figure it’s better to keep eyes on.”

“Roger that. Be careful with it. Hold off on that debriefing. I’ll be there in 24 hours. I need to be in the room when they are interviewed. That goes for Snow Forest’s debrief too.”

“OK, no problem. I’ll wait for you to get here. Have a good flight.”

Sam thought about his past conversation on the seventh floor with the Deputy Director. His gut was telling him not to trust Roet.

Xue Lin commented: “Roet on his way?”

“Yes, he wants to be there for the interviews. Makes sense I guess. They are his assets but I have a feeling that the good Doctor will not be very pleased to see him. Listen,” Sam hesitated for a few seconds, “I’ve been given permission to go over Roet’s head. It seems he is in the bad books with the higher-ups.”

“Killing Wu’s daughter may have had something to do with that” commented Xue Lin. “I was thinking that we should debrief those two before he gets here. What do you think?”

“Yep, me too” replied Sam, nodding.”I’m cleared to offer them refugee status unless any red flags pop up. Maybe they can do some work for us! Let’s see how they do now.”

“Shall we then?” Xue Lin gestured with her hand, pointing to where their Chinese friends were being held.

Jimmy’s interview was a friendly one in which he happily gave Sam and Xue Lin all the information they wanted. Sam promised him immunity and made reference to a kind of conditional employment at the CIA. Jimmy had demonstrated on the boat his willingness to literally attack his own country. This counted for a great deal. He had certainly become an enemy of the Chinese Communist Party. He would probably have to undergo weekly polygraph tests at Langley if indeed he passed his initial application process but Xue Lin felt that given the right supervision, he would likely prove to be a very useful asset to the company, despite some of his flaws.

Sam left Xue Lin in the room with Jimmy and he went out to make a call.

“Deputy Director Wood, I’m glad I caught you.”

“You have good news for me I hope, Sam?”

“We have Roet’s two assets in custody and my operative is here with us in Seoul, with the package. We did make a bit of a mess in Chinese waters. One of their Coastguard choppers went down, the two pilots KIA, and two of our F-16’s had some fun with one of their fighters, just a bit of cat and mouse, but no damage.”

“I did hear about all that just now. As always though, the military report was quite dry. Thank you and well done. A good result. I’m sure we’ll hear from the Chinese about that helicopter, but they have no proof that it was us I trust. Am I correct in assuming that?”

“Just some gatling gun shells, but they were Chinese made. It was planned well. I just debriefed the first asset. ‘Jimmy’, we call him. He’s coming over to our side if he passes his poly. He’s the one who was ordered to spread the virus in Wuhan. You were right about it. Seems to be a population control thing.”

“Good Sam. Question the Doctor before Roet gets there. I think it’s highly likely that Wu will react badly to Roet’s face. That botched rescue in Brooklyn is going to come back and bite us on the ass.”

“Roger that. We’ll go and see him now. What are we offering him Ma’am?”

“Well, Sam, see what he has to say about the virus. That might determine his value to us. We can’t trade him back to the Chinese for one of ours, he might just keep making viruses for them to kill us with. So either he magically becomes a good guy or he goes in a dark hole.”

“I’ll take it under advisement Ma’am.”

“Get it done as best you can Chilvers” she said and hung up.

Xue Lin had pressed the stop button on the video camera and was talking ‘off the record’ to Jimmy about the ‘chipping program’ that China had started up, back in the nineties. He told her about the types of people that would get chipped: trouble makers, released prisoners, suspected or captured foreign spies, even foreign politicians if they could manage it; always under the guise of some kind of tetanus injection or vaccination, anesthetic or acupuncture.

Xue Lin made the realization that her adoptive parents were probably chipped too. Next time she saw them, she would ask them if they had been vaccinated in China during the adoption process. She was sure that they would have been.

Sam knocked loudly and entered Jimmy’s room, gesturing to Xue Lin that it was time to go and interview Dr. Wu.

“See ya Jimmy. Thanks for all your help. I couldn’t have done it without you.” she said and turned and left the room with Sam as Jimmy fondly waved her goodbye.

Xue Lin calmly entered Dr. Wu’s room carrying the small video camera. Sam wanted her to have a crack at the Doctor alone first. She’d told Sam that Wu had a soft spot for girls and he may be quite vulnerable at the moment because of the very recent death of his daughter. Probably best to keep CIA strangers out of the picture for now.

“Hi Doctor Wu. You must be exhausted.”

Dr. Wu was expecting to see Marcus Roet, and relaxed when Xue Lin walked in instead.”

“I was expecting Marcus Roet,” he said.

“He’ll be here in under twenty-four hours. I’m very sorry but he will definitely be in to talk to you soon, I guarantee it.”

“Naturally,” he replied.

She continued: “That was a lot to take in one day. A lot of violence. You’re safe now. There’s nothing to be afraid of anymore. You’ll be able to stay in America if you cooperate. Just tell the whole story. The reasons behind your work. Most of all, I need to hear about these vials.” She pulled out the three vials, still in their travel cases, and put them on the table in-between them. Xue Lin and Sam had decided to keep the vials with them as no-one was to be trusted.

“Thank you Xue Lin. I am in your debt for getting me out of China. They would have killed me to make sure that I didn’t talk.”

Dr. Wu continued to spill almost the entire Chinese plot to threaten and intimidate it’s own population by infecting a whole city with the virus that he had engineered for the Government. He talked about the vaccine that sat on the table in front of her, and the secret ingredients of certain heavy metals that could interact with different radio frequencies in a negative way. He neglected to mention that the SARS-CoV-2 she had placed on the table was actually an infinitely more dangerous virus than the label indicated. The label should have read “SARS-CoV-X”, the name of his mutating virus which may have the ability to roam the world, changing itself over time, making vaccines useless.

“Xue Lin, if your colleague Sam would like to come in and join us, I would be happy to speak freely with him. He seems to be a nice man, and I trust him.”

“Great! I’ll go get him. He’s right outside.” Xue Lin got up from her seat, turned and banged on the inside of the door. The guard opened and Xue Lin left the room to call Sam who was down the hall getting coffee from the machine.

In the corridor Xue Lin urged Sam to hurry up with his coffee.

“Come on Blue eyes. The Doctor will see you now.”

Sam rolled his eyes as he stirred his coffee and walked back towards Xue Lin.

“Let’s do it!” Sam said, opening Dr. Wu’s door and leading the way in.

“Dr. Wu, I’m sorry you have to be locked in. It’s just the way it has to be.”

“May I call you Sam?”

“Please do.”

“Firstly, I would like to know how my daughter was killed.”

Sam sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes.

“I was not there, but I read the report. She was kidnapped near Chinatown by Chinese agents in a van, and was being held in Brooklyn in a warehouse. The FBI went in with a team to save her, but came under intense fire from four Chinese gunmen. The FBI returned fire, and your daughter was caught in the crossfire. I’m very sorry for your loss Doctor Wu. It should never have happened, and our people are being disciplined. They are holding her body at the morgue for you. We can go there soon.”

Dr. Wu stared back at Sam, believing him. “I am very tired and I would like to rest here for a while. When do you think we can we go and see her?”

“Maybe the day after tomorrow if all goes well here. We may have more questions.” He replied, looking to Xue Lin.

Sam continued: “You have told us a great deal but there’s a lot of virology information that will need to be discussed with people who will know what you’re talking about.”

Sam looked at Dr. Wu, leaving space for him to comment.

“I would like to see my daughter’s body. I can tell your scientists everything they need to know, but I want to see my daughter first.”

“Yes, that’s fair,” offered Sam.

Sam’s phone buzzed. “Would you excuse me for a moment please?” and he left the room.

“Deputy Director?”

“Sam, something’s come up. It’s not good. I’m sending you a video file.”

Sam opened the downloaded file on his phone. It was a video of a man and a woman, duct-taped, obviously being held captive. The voiceover had a heavy Chinese accent.

“We have your Barbecue Couple.

You have some items that belong to us.

We would like these things back.

Bring them to Milan, and we tell you how we make the exchange.”

Then at the end, someone out of frame held up an Italian newspaper in front of the camera, showing today’s date.

“This your proof of life. Bring us the vials you took from the lab. See you tomorrow.”

He turned the newspaper over for the camera, revealing an Italian mobile number.

“Call us when you get here. Otherwise, maybe chop head off for CNN.”

Sam touched his screen to bring the Deputy Director back up.

“Why Milan?” Sam asked.

“Yes, that is strange. We don’t see the connection at all. Maybe they want the vials in Italy for some reason. We have people working on finding an answer to that question.”

“So we have to go in, right? Those are the adoptive parents of my operative. Retired CIA officers.” said Sam, continuing: “Maybe take some prisoners of our own while we’re at it?”

“I agree Sam. We can’t have our CIA statesmen being mistreated by the Chinese. I suggest you get going now. Take the vials in case you need to bait and switch. Hash out some potential plans of action on the plane. I’ll get a team in place in Milan. Maybe you go in heavy, maybe you don’t. Either way, you have to get your ass over there. Decide on a plan once you are on the way. Check in with me before you land. You can take your ‘Snow Forest’. I’m sure she’ll insist anyway.”

“What about Roet? Isn’t he on his way?” Sam asked.

“I think you and I both know that Roet is a clumsy fuck and needs to be chained to a desk in the library. I’ll let him know that he can debrief his assets. That’ll give him something to keep busy with.”

“We are done interviewing them anyway. I doubt they’ll give him anything we don’t already have, but you never know. Maybe he’ll surprise us. I still have to watch the tape. I figured it was best to let Snow Forest sweet talk him. She said it went well. She’ doesn’t have any field experience in interrogation but I’ll let you know after I watch the footage on the plane.

“Very good Sam. That is all. Call me when you have some options. I’ll organize your transport. It can’t be commercial of course. Go to the armoury. I’ll send a blank requisition form for you. Anything you need.”

Xue Lin walked out into the morning sun, still unaware of the situation that had developed in Milan. Sam had decided to take twenty minutes to make a few calls and get things moving before taking the time to sit down with her to show her the video on his phone.

The base was full of American soldiers, all looking relaxed. Xue Lin found a seat in the warm morning sunshine and waited for Sam to get back from his errands. She felt that the interviews had gone well, and was confident that both Dr. Wu and Jimmy would be a good fit in America if they made it through the induction process. She felt sorry for Dr. Wu, who would likely have quite a miserable life ahead of him. She felt that Sam’s softer account of Roet’s botched rescue attempt was a wise way to avoid Wu locking up on them in anger. She wondered how things would go with Wu when Roet arrived from Langley.

Sam’s phone rang and he wrote down the details of the private jet that had been requisitioned for him and Xue Lin. They had an hour to get organized before wheels up. He figured it was time to sit down with her and give her the bad news.

Sam found Xue Lin still sitting eyes closed in the sun. He thought it best to give it to her straight. Mentally, she was equipped to deal with stressful information, but this was closer to home than any scenario she had been faced with in her career.

“It’s good to be warm again. They don’t have sunshine in Wuhan. They do have a nice blanket of smog going though.”

“Xue Lin, we’ve had a development. It’s not good.”

She sat up and Sam gave her the news, finishing with the video. She took it like a pro, saying only: “I’m going with you.”

“I thought you’d say that.” Sam replied. “Wheels up in forty-five minutes. Bring your backpack with the vials, and your weapons. We’ll be able to land non-commercial but bring your Chinese passport anyway. If you get taken down, at least the Chinese will get blamed. Let’s go to the armoury. We may be going in heavy. To be determined. By the way, did you keep that submachine gun you stole from the lab?”

Xue Lin smiled just for a split second as she walked briskly with Sam to the armoury. Sam exited the armoury fifteen minutes later with a long, black canvas bag, heavy looking, and a long gun slung over his shoulder.

He told Xue Lin to check if the armoury had any suppressors that fit the pistols in her backpack.

“They’re all Chinese. I doubt they’ll fit anything here.”

“Just ask. When you are done here, go grab the Barret that I saw you put in your locker, and those pistols and that Chinese machine gun. Meet me outside the mess hall in fifteen minutes. We’re getting a ride to the plane in twenty.”

“Roger that.”

‘Poor kid!’ Sam thought to himself, respecting the professionalism she was showing.

*

Roet’s plane had been in the air for several hours. He was angry that both his assets had left China. They were of much greater use to him back in China where they could be bribed and coerced into doing his bidding and keeping him informed. Maybe not so much Dr. Wu anymore since he had shot the girl in the neck, but definitely Jimmy. It was time to take all that money out of Jimmy’s US bank account and take it offshore and put it with the rest of his money. It seemed that the CIA executives up on the seventh floor were looking to retire him after the killing of Wu’s daughter and a series of other mistakes. He’d also had a call from an annoyingly obsessive CIA accountant concerning his massive over-spending the budget allowance for Jimmy and his other foreign assets and confidential informants. Roet had established US bank accounts under each of his informants’ names, setting himself up as a co-signatory. He could empty all of the accounts whenever it suited him, filtering all of the funds to a numbered account in Switzerland.

It could soon be the right moment to pack up shop. He was getting tired of the game and he was well aware that he was drinking too much these days and it was affecting the way he was seen at work.

In any case, he needed to get into a room with Dr. Wu soon and find out the whole story about his virus. Things had been left up in the air since the daughter’s death. He needed to find out if Wu had completed the work on altering the virus to be non-dangerous to white people.

Chapter 43

In the Air

The Gulfstream jet streaked into the sky towards Europe with Sam, Xue Lin and a big bag of guns aboard. Xue Lin had a poke through the bag to see what kind of toys Sam had collected. Nothing much out of the ordinary except for the pair of hand grenades which she picked up and weighed in her hands. Xue Lin needed to sleep much more than Sam did, and she lay down in the bed up near the front of the luxurious plane and went straight to sleep as soon as she put her head on the pillow.

Sam’s phone had been buzzing with the receipt of files from the analysts at Langley. He read through the analysts’ reports on the video of the couple. They’d isolated and cleaned up background noise but still didn’t have a clue where they were being held. Other analysts were going through immigration footage from the last couple of days of flights from San Diego and LAX to Milan but it was going to take a while longer.

Sam figured that he might make that phone call to the Chinese kidnappers a little early and try to ‘poke the bear’ and see if they made a mistake. Sam was getting frustrated. He needed to know where they were holding the couple if he was to stand a chance of getting the drop on them.

Xue Lin awoke after more than three hours of deep sleep. Groggily she went to the back of the plane and made herself a cup of coffee as Sam continued to read reports from the analysts.

Xue Lin had dreamt about the locator that Jimmy had dug out of her shoulder. It had clearly caused her some anxiety. “What an invasion of privacy!” she’d thought to herself.

“Sam! I have an idea how we might find out where they are hiding my parents. The Chinese Government would most likely have put locator chips in them when they vaccinated the three of us during my adoption process back in ’95.”

“What?” asked Sam, quite incredulously.

“Yeah, Jimmy dug my chip out when we were on the run. I couldn’t believe it either. Apparently they chip anyone they feel like. I guess my parents were ‘persons of interest’, so they did all of us and told them that it was a vaccination.”

“Jesus Christ!” said Sam, his sense of justice rearing its head.

“Anyway… it occurred to me that perhaps Jimmy, being a Communist Government man might be able to help one of our CIA geeks hack into their database and find my parents on a map.”

“Bit of a long shot Snowflake, but you might be right. Let’s get on it.”

Sam and Xue Lin called Korea and arranged to have Jimmy put on the phone to discuss the idea. Jimmy wasn’t confident that he could get into the system, but they connected him to one of the CIA hackers at Langley and they all started working on it. Jimmy’s basic Government knowledge of the use of the chipping system helped the computer geek work out where to start looking for the database.

Milan

The Barbecue couple were being guarded heavily by the six Chinese agents who were spread out in strategic positions, each member knowing that this was a high priority mission and that mistakes might mean the firing squad when they got home.

The two prisoners looked like typical suburban Americans. Being in their mid-fifties they shouldn’t be much of a flight risk, but there was probably an American team in the planning stages of some kind of attack or a rescue. For the Chinese it was best if the situation did not escalate beyond a simple ‘swap.’ Two American CIA operatives for the three stolen vials, but they were prepared for a heavier scenario.

*

Sam looked out the window at the passing clouds below, feeling impatient and helpless as he waited for the geeks to find the GPS database. He opened the bag and checked and loaded all the weapons and double checked magazines. Then looking for something else to keep him occupied he remembered that he had to look over the footage of the interview with Dr. Wu so he could report back.

“Hey, Snowflake, toss me that video camera. I have to watch that interview of the Doctor.”

Xue Lin dug the camera out of her backpack and lobbed it over to him.

Sam found the start of the interview and sat quietly watching Wu’s amicable exchange with Xue Lin recounting the Communist plot to intimidate it’s own population using the virus that he had made. Wu elaborated about the vaccine and the heavy metals in it that could interact with different radio frequencies. It was all surprisingly diabolical stuff. Xue Lin had done a pretty good interview for a rookie.

Sam yelled “Nice job!” over at Xue Lin.

Sam kept watching.

Dr. Wu said: “Xue Lin, if your colleague Sam would like to come in and join us, I would be happy to speak freely with him. He seems to be a nice man, and I trust him.”

“Great! I’ll go get him. He’s right outside.” Xue Lin got up from her seat, turned and banged on the inside of the door. The guard opened and Xue Lin left the room. Sam was about to shut off the camera, having seen everything that he had missed, but then Sam saw something happen that curdled his blood:

The moment the door closed behind Xue Lin, Dr. Wu leaned forward and opened the case containing the virus. He extracted the vial opening it up. Then he sprinkled a small amount on the table and wiped it all over the surface of the table before resealing the vial and returning it to its case.

“Shit Xue Lin! You need to see this!”

Sam rewound to the moment Xue Lin left the room.

“Oh my God! Oh my God I am so stupid!” Xue Lin yelled, as she watched what Wu did with the virus. “I am so stupid. I can’t believe I left him alone with the virus! Oh Jesus. Sam! That means you are infected.”

Sam thought for a moment about his own typical behavior in an interview: hands on the table, chewing a pencil, touching his lips, licking his finger to turn a page in his notebook… definitely infected.

“What about you Xue Lin?”

“I was given the antidote by Dr. Wu in the lab when we were about to escape.”

Sam paused for a second: “We do have that antidote right here, you know?” Sam said a little too calmly.

“Right. Right! Let’s get that into you. I can eyeball the dosage from memory. Do we have syringes on the plane?”

“Probably. Go ask the co-pilot. Meanwhile I had better call this in. I have to retrace my steps and remember who I was in contact with.”

“What about Roet?” Xue Lin asked.

Sam looked at his watch. “Shit, he might be there already. I’ll call him.”

Roet’s phone went straight to voicemail. Sam left a message. Hopefully Roet would listen to it sooner than later. Maybe he hadn’t landed yet.

Sam looked up the base’s main switchboard number and called. It would take an hour before the base commander had his staff track down everyone who had been into the armoury since Sam was there. Roet was reported to have just gone in to conduct his interview with Dr. Wu.

*

Marcus Roet had slept a few hours on the plane to Korea but realized how tired he still felt as he was met on the tarmac and driven to where Dr. Wu and Jimmy were being held. Roet decided to go straight in and talk to Wu without trying to find Sam or his operative, Xue Lin. He didn’t need them for this.

Dr. Wu was resting in his quarters where Sam and Xue Lin had interviewed him a few hours earlier. He heard the guard unlock the door and there stood a man he had never seen before, smirking.

Roet turned his phone off and paused for a moment and then introduced himself as ‘Marcus’, but Dr. Wu already knew who he was. He recognized his snide way of speaking and the pitch of his voice from the regular phone calls.

Roet sat and placed his folder of notes on the table in front of him. His hands were dry from the long flight, and he found himself having to lick his fingers to turn the pages on his notepad and to move his papers around on the table. Dr. Wu paid great attention to Roet’s finger licking, and nodded in approval.

“Please have a seat Doctor Wu. We have a few things to discuss.”

“Very well Marcus. What do you have there? Is that some kind of written apology letter?”

“What on earth do you mean?” Roet asked, annoyed.

“I’m told that you shot and killed my daughter. What do you have to say about that you mother fucker?”

Roet was a little taken aback. He wiped a few beads of sweat from his forehead and put his hand back flat on the table. “She caught a bullet from one of your Chinese guys, actually. I didn’t shoot her. I’m sorry that you have been misinformed. It was a terrible thing. Such a pity.”

“You have something in your teeth Marcus. Maybe some kimchee or spinach?” Dr. Wu pointed at his own mouth to help him locate the stuck food that wasn’t there. Marcus picked at the gaps in his teeth with his fingertips.

“It’s seaweed salad probably. I ate on the plane,” Roet said, continuing to pick.

“Almost gone. A bit more there still,” Wu encouraged, trying not to smile as he saw in his mind’s eye the SARS-CoV-X journeying through Roet’s body.

There was a loud knock at the door. “Come!” yelled Roet, a little peeved that he was being interrupted already. Maybe it was Sam coming to complain about not being invited to the interview.

The door opened and two soldiers in full hazmat suits were standing there.

“Sir, you need to come with us.”

*

Xue Lin saw that there were indeed a couple of syringes in the medical kit. She estimated the dosage from the green vial and swabbed Sam’s forearm before giving him the shot.

“Any idea how contagious this virus is?” Sam asked hopefully.

From what Jimmy and Wu said, it can live on surfaces for days. Transmitted through eyes, nose and mouth. It can move through space in sputum, especially in enclosed unventilated spaces. That’s about all we know.”

“OK, so Roet’s screwed,” Sam said. “The base Commander told me he was already in with Wu when the call came in. I’m sure they will have him locked in quarantine within the hour.”

Xue Lin was shaking her head: “Shame about Dr. Wu though. He just bought himself a one way ticket to some black site for a nice interview with some simulated drowning.”

Sam looked grimly back at her, nodding. “Jimmy said that Wu gave him the antidote. He has no reason to lie about that right?”

“Yeah, Wu immunized him before he went on that joyride with a spray bottle in Wuhan. I’m certain he wouldn’t lie about it,” answered Xue Lin.

“Well, nothing more can be done about that now. At least we are all good here. Let’s get back to the matter at hand,” Sam said, scrolling on his laptop.

“Ah, good news. Looks like they have found them!”

Sam clicked the link that the tech had just sent through from Langley. A map opened. Sam saw the red dot in the middle of Milan’s tiny Chinatown.

“Snowflake, we have the location.”

Xue Lin looked relieved. Jimmy had really come through for them. He was full of surprises.

She picked up the Barret and went over its mechanics just to remind herself. Sam looked at her thinking how sexy she looked with such a large and powerful rifle.

She dropped the weapon on the bed and pulled out the case with the virus in it, holding it out to one side, looking at Sam provocatively: “I guess we should tag the virus. I still have a locator. A pretty small one actually. Made in China…” she fluttered her eyelashes and smiled.

“What if we make the exchange, get your parents out and then follow the virus,” Sam offered.

“Bit risky eh? What if we lose it? Can we switch it out for some red gatorade or something?” Xue Lin was thinking ahead, running scenarios as she had been trained.

“Maybe they will have someone there to check it. You wanna run that risk?” Sam asked.

“Not really. They might kill my parents,” she answered.

Sam looked like he’d come up with an idea: “Go grab that other new syringe from the medical kit and at least we can take an extra sample from one of the vials. But which one?” he asked.

“Well the virus that Wu wiped on the interview table… I’m sure it’s being swabbed and collected as we speak by specialists. Right? We don’t need the vaccine as it’s just the crowd control medicine…”

Sam interrupted: “So let’s just take a nice sample of the antidote. Our scientists can reproduce it from a sample right?”

“Sam with the big ideas all of a sudden” Xue Lin said going for the medical kit.

“I’ll call Langley and OK it with them.”

Wuhan

A man in his seventies was admitted to a hospital in Wuhan, exhibiting severe respiratory difficulty and flu-like symptoms. The Ministry of Propaganda suppressed the story until the following week when more cases started to show up. Meanwhile a large team of young social networking specialists was put to work taking down tourist youtube videos of the Wuhan wet market, as there were no bats in the videos. Markets in other countries with bat footage were left up.

The secure lab at the Institute was cleared out by Government scientists, leaving no evidence of Dr. Wu’s work. All of the staff at the institute were given a harrowing interview by the Government Investigator, ensuring that everybody knew not to talk about work to anybody.

*

“Deputy Director Wood’s phone,” answered the young secretary.

“This is Officer Chilvers. I need to talk to Mrs. Woods right now. It’s urgent!”

The secretary rolled his eyes dramatically: “I’ll put ya right through Sir.”

“Sam?”

“Yes, it’s me. Ma’am, did you hear what Wu did to Roet?”

“Yes, the whole base has been clamped down but what about you two? You’re both infected now!”

“Actually Ma’am, Snow Forest had already been given the antidote during the theft. She just gave me the shot too.”

“That’s a relief,” she said.

“Yes, I was quite surprised to see the footage of…”

“Sam, we can’t afford to lose that antidote. You’re gonna have to switch it out.”

“Yes Ma’am, we thought of that. Actually we have a solution.”

Xue Lin carefully prepared the new syringe as Sam explained the workaround to the Deputy Director.

“Good Sam. The bioweapons people at Langley agree with you about pulling a sample. It’s a good plan.”

“Thank you Ma’am. Sometimes I manage to…”

“Hand the syringe over to our guy in Milan. I’ll have him meet you at the airport,” she said impatiently.

“Roger that Ma’am.”

“And do NOT under any circumstances lose the virus. Is that understood Sam?”

“Copy that.”

“Good luck.”

Chapter 44

The Milan Team

The Gulfstream landed at a small airstrip on the outskirts of Milan where Sam and Xue Lin were met by a older looking CIA officer and a team of four casually dressed operatives. Sam gingerly handed the syringe over to the officer in the suit who placed it in a special bio-safety case. He looked at Sam and Xue Lin and said, simply: “Go get ’em,” and then turned and walked back to his SUV.

Sam and Xue Lin shook hands with the team of four Americans who had already been briefed on the exact location of the Barbecue Couple. Their Team Leader spread a map of Chinatown on the hood of one of the SUVs. “They are being held in this building. The ground floor windows have been boarded up from the inside, so we think they are probably being held there on the ground floor.”

“You’ve been to check it out?” Xue Lin asked.

“Yep. We’ve done a walk through and taken some video. Looks like they posted a few men on upper floors of the building. Maybe a sniper up top. We had a look across the road too. There are some acceptable sniper positions with a good field of view of their building. We used the thermal camera to see how many bodies inside. We’re eighty percent sure that there are only five guards inside, and one outside, but you know how it goes.”

Sam looked pensively at the map: “My thinking is that our ‘Plan A’ should be: ‘we go in and make the exchange, get out safely and then we follow the vial, which we’ve tagged, and then make our move on them at first opportunity.”

He continued:”Now we have to keep in mind that these guys might have not one but two. Clearly they want to get their hands on these vials, but we have to assume that their Government has issued a standing order to take out Xue Lin and the Barbecue Couple, all of whom are now enemies of China and are worth bonus points to these fuckers.”

“So who goes in then?” asked one of the team. Sam raised his eyebrows a little: “Well let’s see what their demands are when I make the phone call. If they say ‘come alone’ then I’ll go in.” Xue Lin started to complain, but Sam interrupted her: “I want one of you guys up on the building over the road with a sniper rifle to keep Xue Lin company, she’ll have this Barret .50 cal with a thermal scope. If I see any of them make a move… well we’ll have comms, so I’ll let you know and you can start wasting as many as you can while I do the same inside. We have to be careful not to break the vial with the virus in it. The last thing we need is an outbreak in Europe.”

The Team Leader chimed in: “And there are no prizes for shooting the hostages.”

“Or me,” added Sam.

Xue Lin didn’t look particularly happy about the plan. She wanted to be the one going in to make the exchange. Nevertheless she handed her backpack to Sam, giving it to him to hold while she retrieved from it her two pistols and magazines, leaving the odd looking flash-bang grenade for Sam.

“What do you want to take in with you?” she asked him. Sam replied: “Well it might be a moot point considering they will wand me for weapons as soon as I walk in the door. You just take what you need from the bag, and leave the rest with us. We’ll probably have to make it up as we go along after I call them anyway.”

Xue Lin had taken the Chinese submachine gun with its suppressor out of the long bag. The team stared at her as she methodically armed herself to the teeth with two pistols, a grenade, the Chinese machine gun and the Barret 50 caliber sniper rifle with a thermal scope. She left the rest in the bag for Sam and the team.

“Who is my sniper buddy?” she asked looking around the team.

“I am,” a stocky fellow with round glasses squinted awkwardly back at her. “The name’s Ryan. Nice to meet you.”

“Is that a Barret you have over your shoulder?” Xue Lin asked cheekily, recognizing the rifle.

“Looks like we are gonna be a loud couple,” he replied, smirking, a little embarrassed. The Team Leader looked at Xue Lin and assured her: “Don’t worry, you can rely on Ryan. He’ll be there for you when it counts.”

“I like him already!” she said smiling. She raised her eyebrows at Sam. They may as well get on with it, she thought.

“Let’s get into the city and I’ll make the call when we are all in position. Snipers in the front vehicle with a driver. Us three in this one.”

The Team Leader collected up the map: “Mount up!”

*

The Barbecue Couple had been listening for clues from the conversations in Mandarin between their various captors but there had been none during any of the trivial chats between the guards about the best packet noodle flavor and other mundane topics. Mercifully, the Chinese had elected not to gag them. They whispered freely without being stopped. They both agreed that it felt grim in the safe house.

*

As the two SUVs neared Milan’s very modest Chinatown, the Team Leader said over comms: “Five minutes out.”

Sam put his comms on. The team were using tactical throat mics and earpieces.

“Is there a back entrance to the building across the street?” Sam asked.

“Affirmative. We have a man on the scene to let them in. Let’s get Ryan and your girl up there with the .50’s.”

“Roger that” replied the driver, accelerating the SUV that was in the lead. He turned to Ryan who was navigating. “How’s traffic on the ring road?”

“Not much. Make a left at the second set of lights.”

Xue Lin looked out the window at the change of scenery: “Wow! It’s pretty here.”

“Next right. Then it’s two hundred meters on the left. Yes Ma’am. It’s a beautiful city. Let’s hope we don’t infect it with that big ol’ virus that your boyfriend is carrying” Ryan said.

“Call me Snowflake,” she replied loading the pistol on her hip. “How the fuck do these comms work?” she asked, struggling with her new necklace of communications technology.

Ryan turned around and helped Xue Lin position her throat mike.

“Try it now.”

“Good morning Vietnaaaaam!” she yelled, deafening the whole team.

Everybody winced in both vehicles.

“Best if you just talk quietly Ma’am,” Ryan quipped, smirking.

The first SUV pulled up at the back entrance and Xue Lin and Ryan got out and jogged through a door being held open by a man who seemed to be expecting them.

As Xue Lin followed Ryan up the stairs to the fifth floor where the access door to the roof was unlocked. The second SUV slowly pulled up to the curb a block away around the corner and out of the line of sight of the Chinese lookout.

Ryan pointed to a spot at the edge of the roof: “That’s us right there.”

The two of them unpacked near the edge of the building. Xue Lin snuck a look over the edge with the thermal scope at the building with boarded up ground floor windows. She could make out her parents sitting close together, and one man standing near them.

“I’m showing the two hostages on the ground floor near the back of the building with one guard. Two more on the ground floor just inside the front door.”

Ryan was scoping the rest of the building: “I have one on the top floor at the window and one on the second floor.”

“I’m calling them now,” Sam said, the line already ringing.

“Welcome to Italy. I hope you brought the vials” the voice said.

“Yes, we have the vials. We just touched down in Milan.”

“I hope you had a nice flight. You made very good time. I am sending you our coordinates. We are in Chinatown in the center of Milan. Forty minutes from airport by car.”

The text came through with the coordinates. Sam nodded confirmation to the team that they were in the right place.

“Just one of you can come in. You understand of course.” The Chinese agent was being very polite. “Please believe me when I tell you that we just want to make exchange. No trouble. No dead bodies.”

Sam nodded before replying: “I’m with you on that.”

“We are in agreement then. When you come?”

Sam looked at the Team Leader and shrugged.

“Forty minutes I guess. Good for you?”

“I look forward to seeing you,” he said, hanging up.

Sam wanted to go with Plan A and try for an exchange, but he was very concerned about the Virus getting out of his sight.

“What do you wanna do Xue Lin? How does it look from up there?”

She looked at Ryan for his opinion.

Ryan replied on the radio: “If we went in now without the package they wouldn’t be expecting us. They probably wouldn’t shoot the hostages. They need them as leverage. Snowflake and I could take out three from here. That would leave you with two on the ground floor. That’s if you can get in that big ’ol door. I don’t think we are equipped for that kind of breach.”

Xue Lin added: “With the door, that’s a whole bunch of moving parts.”

Sam thought for a minute. He asked: “Ryan can you see what the front door is made of?”

“It’s wood sir, but they make ‘em thick here. We’d definitely have to quietly take out their lookout on the street and then you’d have to blow the door.”

Sam was still very pensive. “Xue Lin, if you took out that guard at the front, you could grab his comms and we could listen in for a while before making a decision.”

Ryan shook his head: “Security cams outside the building sir.”

“Damn it Ryan. Then what do you suggest?” Sam asked, getting frustrated.

“Sir, I think we have to go with Plan A: You go in; hope they don’t wand you, and we’ll back you up.”

“Jesus. Is Ryan always this annoying?” Sam exclaimed.

The Team Leader nodded: “Yeah but he’s usually right. He’s just like my wife… only a better cook.”

“And better in bed,” Ryan’s voice chimed in.

Everybody was sniggering a little bit despite the gravity of the situation.

Xue Lin said: “We have a little over thirty minutes before they are expecting us to arrive. How about Sam goes and knocks on the door now. Push them off balance a bit. Sam, if they want to wand you or take your comms, you haggle! They are Chinese don’t forget. That guard out front looks young.”

“Roger that Snowflake.”

‘Interesting angle…’ Sam thought to himself.

“I’m going in.”

Sam opened the door of the SUV and stepped to the pavement. There were people in the street, mostly Asians returning to work after lunch. Sam had the backpack slung over one shoulder with the three vials inside. He had a pistol on his hip and one on his ankle.

He walked around the corner, and started towards the Chinese guard posted outside the front door. The guard saw him coming and gestured for him to approach and said something into his comms. The guard tried to start frisking him but Sam wagged his finger at him authoritatively. The guard looked very uncertain and shrugged his shoulders and pointed to the door which had just opened inward. Sam cautiously looked inside before entering. He counted three men in black suits, two of them with machine guns, now pointing them at him. To the back of the building he could see the hostages seated but not gagged.

“Hi there! My name is Sam. How have they been treating you?”

“Very well actually,” the male replied. “This is a real nice hotel. Have you seen our daughter? She’s a Chinese girl, not very talkative, very pretty…”

“That’s enough talk!” the shortest Chinese man snapped. He was clearly the senior officer.

“Do you have the vials?”

Sam opened the bag and one of the men came over to take them from Sam.

“Go and check them!” the officer barked, as the vials were taken upstairs to the scientist on the second floor.

Sam looked at the Barbecue Couple and asked: “Is there anything I need to know?”

This time the woman replied, oddly shaking her head: “They just want the vials apparently.”

Sam’s gut was telling that there was some lying going on. He was scanning the couple’s faces for a sign. He was picking up some subtle but quite non-reassuring head gestures. It seemed that not everything was above board.

Sam said to her: “Your daughter is safe.”

They both looked suddenly very relieved. “Thank God!”

“Well, you’ll forgive me for not trusting anybody here and staying on the ball,” Sam replied, communicating with his colleagues outside.

Xue Lin kept her rifle trained on the Chinese sniper in the top floor window while Ryan scanned the second floor with his scope, aiming first at the scientist then at the guard who was armed with a submachine gun.

The rest of the American team were ready to take the guard outside, but there was still that closed door to contend with which needed to be opened from the inside.

On the ground floor, the officer was waiting impatiently for the results of the scientist’s test upstairs.

“Hao ma?” he yelled in the direction of the stairs. The guard who was standing behind the hostages shifted back and forward nervously. He had recently lost three comrades in a raid in Brooklyn and was well aware of how trigger-happy the Americans were.

“Hao!” the guard on the second floor yelled down after the scientist had given the thumbs up for the three vials.

“Well, it seems that you have lived up to your part of the deal. Thank you for that. Unfortunately my boss in China is not so honest like you.” He smiled grimly. Chairman says to kill Barbecue Couple. You sir can go. No hard feelings.”

Sam shook his head in disappointment and looking at the officer straight in the eye he calmly said: “Take them down.” and as Ryan and Xue Lin opened fire, with ear splitting booms, taking out their targets, Sam rolled the flash-bang grenade toward the officer, using the moment to draw his own pistol and shoot the guard standing behind the couple.

Ryan’s first fifty caliber bullet had shattered the second story window and torn through the chests of both the guard and the scientist standing behind him. Xue Lin’s shot produced a red spray behind the head of the sniper on the top floor.

The people on the street scattered as the SUV squealed around the corner. The guard on the street pulled his side-arm from its holster and fired at the SUV, the Americans fired back with machine guns out both windows, taking him down.

Inside, the flash-bang grenade that Sam had rolled along the floor had lit up the whole room and blown magnesium all over the officer setting his suit on fire, while Sam shot the other guard three times in the chest, swinging around to put the flaming officer out of his screaming misery.

“First floor clear,” reported Sam.

“Second floor clear,” said Ryan.

“Sixth floor sniper down,” added Xue Lin.

“That’s six including the poor bastard outside,” said Ryan looking down at the guard’s body riddled with bullet holes.

Xue Lin started rapidly packing up her equipment when Ryan said: “I’ll do that. You go see your folks.”

She smiled at him and took off for the stairs.

Sam was cutting the Barbecue Couple loose from their zip ties as they thanked him profusely, the wife making comments about how things had gone down: “Nice job you! Wow honey did you see how he set that man on fire with that flash-bang? I thought he was going to burn the whole building down! And firing over our heads like that at the other guard. WOW! That takes confidence.”

Xue Lin was banging on the front door as Sam cut the last zip tie.

“Hold your horses!” said Sam, gesturing at the couple to go and open the door. He wanted to get upstairs and get the viruses, and check the bodies.

The front door opened and Xue Lin threw her arms around her mother and then her father. The three Americans outside dragged the Chinese guard in off the street and closed the door. Sam was already up on the second floor wiping blood spatter off the vial cases before putting them in the backpack. Everything was in order. He looked at the scientist and the guard on the floor who most likely were dead before they hit the ground, judging from the mess the fifty caliber bullet had made of them.

The Team Leader was thinking about what was coming next. “It’s time to move everybody. Let’s get back to the vehicles. Ryan, bring SUV two.”

“Roger that,” Ryan was already in the stairwell on his way down with the rifles.

The Team Leader took control: “Sam you are with us in SUV one. The happy family is in SUV two. That’s the black one. Stay close, we’ll be driving fast back to the airstrip.”

“Roger that Team Leader,” answered Sam as the sound of Italian police cars could be heard in the distance.

Ryan squealed to a stop behind the first SUV. The Barbecue Couple were pulling weapons off the guards as Sam hurried them along. Within two minutes, Xue Lin and her parents were piling into the black SUV and Sam was in the first with the rest of the team.

Ryan turned around and smiled momentarily at the Barbecue Couple: “Hello. My name’s Ryan. I’ll be your get away driver for today.” He casually passed the Chinese machine gun to Xue Lin in the passenger seat. “Please buckle up and wind your windows down. There might be more on their way, and it’s easier to shoot when the windows are down.”

Xue Lin checked the submachine gun’s magazine and her parents in the back seat cocked their weapons.

Sam was the last one into the backseat of the SUV in front as it took off down the street towards the ring road with Ryan driving aggressively just a couple of meters behind. Turning the corner onto the ring road, Sam yelled “Look out!”, just a second before a black Mercedes plowed hard into the side of the lead vehicle with Sam in it. A second black sedan screeched to a halt behind and four Chinese men opened fire from inside their car, shooting two of the tires of the lead SUV. Ryan reversed rapidly. Xue Lin hung out the window firing a flood of bullets at the Chinese, hitting two in the back seat. Her mother was calmly firing her Chinese pistol back at the driver of the second car but the window was bullet proof.

The lead SUV was crumpled on one side. Sam’s head was bleeding and he was disoriented. No-one else was moving inside. Their vehicle was immobilized. Two Chinese agents quickly approached Sam’s window and ripped the backpack from his grasp, and ran back to their car abandoning the Black Mercedes. Getting in the second car, they pulled away from the scene leaving a traffic jam and a good deal of bent metal and brass casings all over the road.

Ryan’s passengers were out of the car and checking the injuries or the team in front.

“Any bleeders?” Ryan yelled loudly. Sam checked himself and then the others who were all a little bloody from the accident, but no bullet wounds. “I think they were trying not to shoot the vials.”

“Figures,” Ryan grunted. “When you ladies are all feeling better I have room in my car for you. It might be time to go… again.”

The dazed team grabbed their weapons and limped back to Ryan’s SUV, two having to get in the very back as they were now eight in one SUV.”

“Safe house,” the Team Leader said as Ryan stepped on the gas and moved past the two wrecked vehicles.

The CIA safe house was twelve minutes drive away. Xue Lin’s mind was ticking over. She pulled her phone out and checked the mapping program that the Tool Man had put on her phone for the bug she’d put on the virus vial.

“Well they haven’t found the bug,” Xue Lin said.

Sam’s neck was hurting so he couldn’t turn his head: “Great! Keep an eye. We’ll regroup at the safe house and get this vehicle off the streets. The bullet holes are attracting attention.”

They pulled into the safe house’s small garage and the team staggered out one by one. Xue Lin was watching the dot on the map intently. It was still moving but was caught in traffic. They hadn’t gotten far yet.

Xue Lin’s parents talked quietly with her as they administered first aid to the men’s abrasions and checked them for concussions. Two of the team had probable broken arms, one man also had a bad case of whiplash. Sam looked a bit of a mess but seemed to be functioning normally. He shook hands with Xue Lin’s father: “It’s really nice to meet you sir.”

“Well, thanks for coming to get us. You put on quite a show Sam. Who makes your flash-bang grenades?”

“Dad come on! Leave poor Sam alone. He’s probably got a head injury.”

She looked at Sam and said very slowly:

“Hi Sam. Do — you — know — what — day — it — is?”

“Cut the crap Snowflake. It’s about to get dark and we are minus one virus.”

The mother smirked, already catching a little of the chemistry between Sam and their daughter.

“Where are they now?” Sam asked Xue Lin. She let him move close, to look at the phone. It was a moment of comfort for both of them as their bodies lightly touched. Xue Lin had been so worried about Sam going into that building full of Chinese agents that when her parents had opened the big wooden door and let her in, she had just wanted to be in his arms for the rest of her life.

Xue Lin zoomed in on the map with her thumb and forefinger: “They are at La Scala! Bit early for the opera isn’t it?” she asked, looking at the time.

Chapter 45

The Opera

As Milan became bathed in the magical light of the setting sun, cups clinked inside a cafe as the two waiters tidied up behind the bar. A stylishly dressed white American ordered a macchiato as he sat at a table across from the Chinese agent who had Xue Lin’s backpack on his lap. The red spray bottle in the agent’s hand looked like a fashionable perfume to the American.

“And you also have the antidote I assume?” he asked the agent.

The Chinese man passed him what looked like a plastic case for a fountain pen. Inside was a modern looking syringe with the green antidote in it. “Go and inject yourself now, in the bathroom.”

“So… I inject myself with the green syringe? That’s it? Then I’m immune?”

The Chinese agent simply nodded once, closing his eyes for a couple of seconds.

The white man took his suit jacket off and threw it over his chair and walked to the bathroom, rolling his left sleeve up as he walked. Allan was a talent manager, specifically of opera singers. He’d been running his own agency in New York City for over a decade, managing an impressive stable of opera talent. Unfortunately he’d recently been successfully sued by one of his sopranos for sexual harassment and she had wiped him out financially, just as he was about to retire. She’d slept with him to get on his roster but had become angry at him for not giving her any work. She wouldn’t have had a case except she’d filmed them in bed with her phone and then there was the incriminating first meeting that they’d had, all of which she had recorded on her phone.

This whole Chinese spy conspiracy thing had come up recently when he was complaining about his financial situation to one of his tenors while having dinner. The tenor who happened to be from China knew a guy who knew a guy. It had snowballed quickly. Large amounts of money were offered, and before long, Allan was in over his head. Finally he’d agreed to spread some yellow virus at the opera house here in Milan. He was getting out of the business anyway, and they were paying him two hundred grand, just to spray it around inside where he had access to all the important people backstage and in the auditorium. He had reluctantly agreed to the deal, mostly because he had become afraid of the Chinese agent.

While he was in the bathroom, the older waiter brought over the coffee and a piece of cake and professionally set them on the table.

Allan returned, keeping his elbow bent covering the pin prick hole in his arm.

“So the ‘yellow’ virus, which seems to be the wrong color…” Allan gave him a quizzical look before continuing, “I just spray it around the place and that’s it?”

“Try to be subtle. Do it from under your coat.”

Allan drank his macchiato as the man picked at his cake with a fork.

“And the virus, it just gives people flu-like symptoms? It will be like a flu epidemic and they will have to shut down the opera house?”

“That is correct” the man nodded. “Three to six months, no opera. Here and maybe rest of Italy too. Maybe longer.”

“I like the sound of that.”

Allan had been angry at the opera houses of Italy for several years as they had neglected to pay many of his singers. He was still owed a lot of money, and he would probably never get to see any of it.

“Fine. Give me the spray bottle.” Allan said, putting his suit jacket back on.

The Red Virus changed hands and Allan put it in his inside pocket. It was just after six o’clock. He should go and see his singers backstage and wish them luck.”

“Good luck,” said the Chinese man, putting ten Euros on the table as he got up and left the cafe.

*

Xue Lin and Sam standing down the block from the safe house hailed a cab and headed to the opera house.

Sam said: “This could be complicated. They will have security and we don’t have ID.”

He dialed the Deputy Director’s number.

“Yes Sam, good morning, or good evening I suppose. What’s your news?”

“The operation went well. We have the hostages, but… the bad news is that the Chinese took the package back. There were no casualties on our side, just some broken bones.”

“Alright Sam. Do you know where the package is?”

“More or less Ma’am. We followed it to the Opera House, but it seems to be moving away now.”

“Oh Jesus Christ. They’re going to set it loose. Get in there and see if you can find it.”

“Can you call them and tell them to let us have access?”

“That will take some time. The Italians are not the easiest to organize anything with. I’ll get on it. You might be quicker making your own way.”

“Roger that Ma’am. We’ll do that. Heading in now.”

“Break a leg.”

“What did she say?” asked Xue Lin.

“She said: ‘break a leg.’”

Xue Lin rolled her eyes. “I’ll break HER leg when I see her.”

Sam told the driver to pull up to the Artists’ Entrance.

“Snowflake, we are on our own. We’ll try being nice first. If that doesn’t work, you smile and I’ll take down security, that is if there’s no glass.”

“Copy that,” she answered as the cab pulled up and Sam passed him some of the cash Ryan had given him. They walked through the door and saw that there was indeed a glass window in front of the security desk. He looked at them as they stood there: “Prego? How canna I helpa you?”

Sam stepped forward and said: “You have a security breach. There is someone inside about to unleash a terrorist attack.”

The guard looked back at them stupidly, clearly not believing.

“Do you have any identification? A police badge for instance?”

Sam looked at Xue Lin and shrugged his shoulders. “Fuck it!” she said, and stood back from the glass, drew her pistol and fired high above the guard’s head, shattering the glass.

Sam drew his pistol and pointed it at the guard: “Put the call out. We are looking for a terrorist with a spray bottle. Possibly Chinese. He is to be taken into custody immediately.”

The guard picked up the radio tentatively as Xue Lin also trained the barrel of her gun on the guard, cocking her head to one side, daring him to say the wrong thing.

The Guard made the call in stuttering Italian, then putting the radio down he put his hands feebly in the air, terrified by the vicious young Asian girl standing before him.

“Do you believe us now?” she asked him.

“Si… si… I believah you miss.”

*

Allan was in a mezzo-soprano’s dressing room backstage listening to her complain about the conductor and his slow tempi.

“You’ll do great! You have such a beautiful voice. This is the perfect acoustic for you.”

“Do you really think so?” she asked looking up at him from her chair in front of the brightly lit mirror.

“Yes! You will be wonderful. I love you in this role. Listen I have to go now, but Toi Toi Toi. Have a great show,” he said reaching into his inner pocket for the spray bottle.

“Bye Allan!” she gave him a hug as he spritzed the bottle behind her.

Allan continued along the corridor knocking on a few selected doors to offer his good wishes to certain singers, giving each a little spritz when they were looking the other way. The show was to start at 7pm tonight as it was a long opera. The public would start arriving in a few minutes. It was time to head through to the public area.

*

The truth was that there was only one other security guard at the opera house but the call had gone out to the ushers who were mostly bookish types with no experience with this kind of emergency. They were scattered around the opera house waiting to help the aging audience to their seats with their various walking canes. As the public began arriving the ushers started their search for a Chinese man with a spray bottle.

*

Allan knew his way around La Scala, and he walked to the small door that led back into the audience area. He paused for a moment, thinking about what he was doing to the artists, the public and the opera house.

‘Oh well!’ he thought, ‘this industry fucked me, now I’m going to return the favor.’ And then he opened the door and walked in to join the public with his spray bottle

*

The security desk was still a mess. Glass everywhere. Sam and Xue Lin had jogged down the hallway to start searching, but it was hopeless. There were already over a thousand people in the house. They were never going to find him.

“Snowflake, haven’t you always wanted to do this?”

She looked at him, having no clue what he was talking about.

“This!” he said, pulling his sidearm out and pointing at the ceiling.

They met eyes for a few seconds before he pulled the trigger.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Sam yelled: “Tutti Escono!”

Xue Lin gazed at him as the crowd panicked and began to stampede for the door.

“I didn’t know you spoke Italian Sam!” she said smiling.

Sam replied: “It means ‘get out.’”

*

The Deputy Director finally managed to get the manager of the opera house on the phone.

“Hello sir. This is the Deputy Director of the CIA calling. I am calling to inform you of a terrorist threat in your Opera House.”

“Ah certo signora! The polizia has a the two Americans in custody. Theyah diddah nottah shoot anybody. Everything OK.”

“Um… thank you, and good work.” The Deputy Director hung up, saying to her assistant: “Oh Jesus what a mess I’m gonna have to clean up.”

Chapter 46

Finale

Within a few weeks, the international press were reporting on the Corona Virus. They were calling this one ‘CoVid-19’ named after the year it started. The Ministry of Propaganda diligently underreported Wuhan’s infection statistics. The West was still relatively unconcerned about the virus. The statistics had not yet been too alarming. International travel throughout the world continued well into March with borders remaining open, taking the new virus to almost every nation. Cruise ships were allowed to dock and passengers allowed to disembark without being checked let alone quarantined.

On the advice of the Ministry of Propaganda, the Chairman sent down the tactical order to close Wuhan’s Wet Market on January 1. All tourist videos of the market were taken down from Youtube and other social media while a team of young editors was employed to put up videos showing stalls selling bats on sticks, but they were of course from other Asian Countries. The propaganda war between China and the United States picked up its pace.

By January 11 when the first Wuhan death was reported, the Chairman’s directive to blame the virus on the Wet Market had gained a strong foothold in the mainstream media. By March, most of Italy had been affected to varying degrees, the rest of Europe following within a matter of weeks. China heroically stepped in with billions of dollars worth of medical equipment on sale at reasonable prices. Meanwhile the economies of the world had come to a grinding halt.

Wuhan began to recover after a brutal quarantine, setting the example for the rest of the world to follow. Hospitals in the West were overrun with cases. Coffins were being delivered to cart off the numerous and mounting dead as medical staff tried not to buckle under the pressure.

Eventually, as infection numbers fell and hospitals returned to normal, the world’s scientists went to work to investigate the origins of the virus. The ensuing international finger pointing was harmful to the reputation of the Chinese Communist Party.

*

Sam and Xue Lin had been taken into custody while the opera house was cleared out and cordoned off. Allan had successfully managed to empty the entire spray bottle inside the auditorium. He had been as shocked as anyone at the sudden appearance of a gunman firing his weapon into the ceiling and Allan had made his way to the exit with the rest of the panicking public and walked the short distance to his hotel. He just wanted to go back to his room and take a sedative.

He opened the door of his room and switched on the lights. The Chinese agent was sitting there waiting for him, nursing a pistol with a supressor. As he raised the pistol and pointed it at Allan, he said: “You know you are really far too trusting,” and fired three bullets into his chest.

*

The CIA had brought in government virologists to ask relevant questions of Doctor Wu who had been taken to a black site for the interrogation. Sadly, Wu’s lifetime of drinking and smoking had weakened his body. The waterboarding proved to be too much for him. Despite answering all the scientists’ questions, Doctor Wu died in custody with his lungs half full of water.

Jimmy Chin underwent a series of interviews and passed the CIA’s polygraph test and was happy to be offered a job at the CIA where he worked diligently for a few years before retiring in the Cayman Islands with his new trophy wife. His bank account had remained intact and Jimmy had diligently continued to add to it whenever he saw the opportunity.

Marcus Roet struggled in a hospital in Virginia for three weeks on a ventilator before succumbing to the effects of the SARS-CoV-X virus. His funeral was poorly attended and, oddly, the eulogy was given by a CIA accountant.

Xue Lin and Sam spent a couple of nights in jail in Milan before the Americans were able to straighten out the ‘American gunmen’ mess that had happened at La Scala. Sam was concerned that the CIA would deny all knowledge of him and Xue Lin, but the Deputy Director had come through for him. He felt like Xue Lin might need a vacation and he was due for one too. The American Ambassador came to pick them up in his limo.

“They want to talk to you in DC,” he said to them, turning to Xue Lin, he said: “There’s a plane waiting. Your parents will be on that plane.”

“So, Snowflake. I’ve been thinking… when this administrative crap is all over… Tasmania’s nice this time of year,” he said, looking into her eyes.

“OK Blue Eyes. I’m in.”

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Irving Waters
THE WUHAN MISSION
A CONSPIRACY THRILLER

MISSION COVID-X AKA: “The Wuhan Mission”

Section 1 Disclaimer

Chapter 1 Xue Lin

Chapter 2 The Chairman

Chapter 3 Jimmy Chin

Chapter 4 Marcus Roet

Chapter 5 Jimmy Is Summoned

Chapter 6 Jimmy’s New Place

Chapter 7 Ning Wu

Chapter 8 Sam Chilvers

Chapter 9 A Surprise Guest

Chapter 10 Special Training

Chapter 11 China

Chapter 12 Two Assistants

Chapter 13 A Fishing Boat

Chapter 14 Night Bus to Shanghai

Chapter 15 The Wooden Post

Chapter 16 The Interview

Chapter 17 Renovations

Chapter 18 We Regret to Inform You

Chapter 19 A Black Bag Job

Chapter 20 Drinks

Chapter 21 Casing the Lab

Chapter 22 Need to Know

Chapter 23 Three Scientists

Chapter 24 Great Leap Forward

Chapter 25 The Fate of Ning Wu

Chapter 26 Asians Only

Chapter 27 A Lost Asset

Chapter 28 Beijing

Chapter 29 SARS-COV-X

Chapter 30 Extra Tools

Chapter 31 A Trip for Three

Chapter 32 Jimmy’s Mission

Chapter 33 The Package

Chapter 34 Passengers

Chapter 35 Misinformation

Chapter 36 Mandatory Vaccinations

Chapter 37 Last Day at the Lab

Chapter 38 On the Run

Chapter 39 The BBQ Couple

Chapter 40 On the Road

Chapter 41 Sam and the SEAL Team

Chapter 42 Korea

Chapter 43 In the Air

Chapter 44 The Milan Team

Chapter 45 The Opera

Chapter 46 Finale

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