Golden Buddha (Oregon Files 1)

“I just found out the Chinese have one last trick up their sleeve,” Cabrillo said. “A doomsday gas.”

“Do you know the location and type?” Hanley said.

Cabrillo rattled off the chemical composition.

“We’ll get to work here figuring out how to render the gas inert,” Hanley said.

“Good,” Cabrillo said. “That frees me up to pinpoint the exact location.”

“Somehow,” Hanley said, “I knew you were going to say that.”

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THEOregon was surging into the Bay of Bengal in preparation for the team’s extraction. Word of the street fighting in Lhasa had reached the news media. Television crews, newspaper and magazine reporters, and radio teams were making final preparations to enter the country. To maintain the veil of secrecy necessary for the Corporation to conduct business, they needed to be away from Tibet before the reporters appeared.

So far the plan had worked like clockwork, but there was still a wild card to contend with.

The Russian ruse had successfully tied up the Chinese army far to the north, but the risk now was from the Chinese air force. If Beijing ordered squadrons of bombers and fighter planes to attack the country, the results would be catastrophic. The Dungkar forces had limited means to wage ground-to-air warfare. Carpet bombing of Lhasa would result in heavy losses.

The only hope was if the news media could shine the beacon of truth on China.

If the world could be shown via television that the Tibetans had overthrown their oppressors on their own and that the control of Tibet was in the hands of the people and their divine leader the Dalai Lama, then any bombing by China would be taken for what it was—a senseless act of brutality. The ensuing worldwide condemnation would be a burden even China could not bear.

Hanley placed a call to Bhutan and ordered the C-130 to prepare to evacuate his team.

“CLIMBER one,” Murphy said, “to Rescue.”

Gurt was steering the Bell 212 above a mountain plain with jagged peaks to each side. Several miles in the distance, the rescue helicopter was visible on the ground. As Murphy watched through his binoculars, the rotor blade started to spin, then gain speed until it was just a blur.

“Rescue One,” the radio squawked. “We have visual and will follow along.”

Murphy watched as the helicopter lifted into a high hover, then slowly began to move forward. Passing to one side, Murphy craned his head to the rear and confirmed they were in formation behind and to one side.

“How are you feeling?” he said over the intercom to Gurt.

“My shoulder feels like I’ve been kicked by a mule,” he noted, “but all in all, I’m not doing too bad.”

“I’d like to know what Gampo gave you,” Murphy said.

“Some ancient Tibetan potion,” Gurt said, staring at the gauges. “I just hope it lasts.”

“I spoke to the Oregon,” Murphy said. “One of the backup pilots will fly you back to Bhutan.”

“Heck of a deal,” Gurt said. “I thought I was a goner.”

“Me too, old buddy,” Murphy said quietly. “Me too.”

FOR the Chinese, the battle for Lhasa was all but over. They had lost the initiative when King stopped the movement of the armored column. From that point on, the Dungkar forces had been seized by a rage that showed no boundaries.

Teams under the leadership of General Rimpoche had spread out through Lhasa, rounding up Chinese troops in their barracks and elsewhere. The war for the motor pool was bloody, but after forty minutes of fierce fighting, the Dungkar had taken control.

“This was all the red paint available in town,” a Dungkar warrior said as he slid to a stop inside the fenced yard of the motor pool.

General Rimpoche was sitting in the passenger seat of a Chinese jeep with a bloody bandage wrapped around his lower leg. A red-hot chunk of shrapnel from a fragmentary grenade had hit him as he was leading the last charge in the battle.

“Mark the captured armored personnel carriers and the three remaining tanks with the Dalai Lama’s symbol,” he said, coughing, “then alert our forces that these vehicles are under our control.”

The man scurried off to fulfill the request while at the same time his aide approached.