The Target (Will Robie 3)

The next. It was her brother.

The woman screamed the threat again and again. “Do it now, Chung-Cha. Now! Or you are lost forever.”

The last two strikes. Metal thudded into flesh.

Chung-Cha no longer had any idea what she was doing. Her hand was moving of its own accord. She could have been stabbing a dead hog.

When the hood was taken off her dead mother looked down at her.

Chung-Cha dropped the knife, took a step back, and fell to the floor, crying, her body covered with the blood of her family. Then she picked up the knife and tried to kill herself with it, but the guards were too fast. They took it from her.

The woman pulled her up. “You have done well. Now you can leave here and serve your country. Forever. You have done well, Chung-Cha. You should be so proud.”

Chung-Cha looked at the woman. She was smiling down at the little girl who had just slaughtered her family.

Chung-Cha did not know that she was crying in her bed now.

But she did know that Min had climbed in with her, wrapped her little body around her, and was hugging her tightly.

Chung-Cha could not hug her back. Not now.

On the ceiling was the image of her family.

Dead by her hand.

All dead.

The price of her freedom?

Chung-Cha’s soul.

Chapter

56

HIS NAME WAS KIM SOOK. He had escaped from Bukchang many years before. Sook had been extremely cooperative in helping Robie and Reel learn about his harrowing flight from the labor camp. He had escaped at age eighteen. He was now nearly thirty.

He had been imprisoned as a hostile with his family for his father’s alleged crimes against the state. He and a friend, a young man a year older, had planned the escape for months. They had received information from two other prisoners who had escaped but been returned to the camp after their recapture in China.

They had come back from a work detail outside of the gates. They had dispersed to go back to their huts. The guards had been lackadaisical, Sook said. They had not counted correctly or paid enough attention to where the workers had gone off to. He and his friend had hurried away toward their respective huts. But it was a busy time of the day with many people moving about and few guards to watch over them.

Sook and his friend had gone to a place where they had hidden old woolen sacks they had collected over time. They waited until dark. It would be madness to attempt escape during daylight, Sook said. Then they wrapped themselves in the woolen sacks, trying to cover their heads and their hands especially.

They crept toward an unguarded section of the fence. They had observed the patrols of the guards outside the gates and waited for a unit of them to pass by. Then they would have a half hour to make their escape.

They used a long board they had hidden near the fence to pry apart the electrified wires. Sook said he could feel the current moving through the board and into him, but the wraps around his hand seemed to be working. His friend slipped through the opening in the fence. Then Sook passed the board between the wires and the friend made a gap for him and he slipped through. One of the wires grazed his shoulder and he could feel the jolt of current and smell his skin burning.

He had opened his shirt and let Robie and Reel see the scar.

“I was lucky,” he said. “One man who had attempted escape this way two years before got caught in the wires and was electrocuted.”

Then both men had run. They ran for miles, following the road at first, then a path, and then they simply ran between trees in the surrounding forest.

That had been the beginning of their long journey, a journey that included stealing clothes and food, bribing border guards with cigarettes, nearly being captured several times, and posing as workers in search of paying labor. Fortunately for them, there were millions of North Koreans looking for work and it was possible for them to become lost in such a multitude.

“It was still very difficult,” said Sook. “We nearly starved. Were very nearly shot. We finally made it to China. I worked my way westward, into India. I saved my money for two years and then, with help, I flew to France. From there I came to America. I have been here ever since.”

“And your friend?” Reel asked.

“I do not know. Once we were in China we parted ways. We thought if we stayed together it would invite suspicion. I hope that he made it to the West, but I do not know.”

He looked at Robie and Reel. “So you propose to rescue these people from Bukchang?”

“Yes.”

“You will not succeed.”

“Why?” asked Robie.

“It may be easier than many believe to escape from the camp itself. There are far more prisoners than guards. It is like a handful of men trying to corral a small city. There are many holes, many ways out. They control the population through fear and the snitching of other prisoners. In that way they have many more eyes looking out for problems.”

“Okay,” said Reel. “And your point?”

“The real challenge begins after you escape the camp. You have to blend in. There are bribes that must be paid. You must show yourself to those who will have no loyalty. Now, they may look the other way if you are North Korean. After all, you are simply filth trying to get by. You can do no real harm. They will let you pass for a few packs of cigarettes. It is done. You may or may not be recaptured. But the border guards will not suffer because of it.”

“But if we don’t look like them?” said Robie.

“You obviously are American. When you open your mouths you will sound like Americans. You are the evil. They will never let you pass. I am sorry.”

“We won’t have to go through the border, Sook,” said Reel. “We have other resources, ones you didn’t have.”

“But still, I will tell you, even with all your resources, they will not let you pass. They will capture you.”

Robie looked at Reel. Reel turned back to Sook.

“Can you think of some way that we could manage it?”

Sook sat back in his chair and considered her question.

“Perhaps if you had a North Korean with you.”

“I’m pretty sure we don’t have any in our agency,” said Robie.

“I will do it,” said Sook.

Robie and Reel exchanged surprised glances.

She said, “You’d risk going back to a labor camp in North Korea to help people you don’t even know?”

“I may not know them, but I know what will happen to them in there. That’s enough for me. Let me help you.”

“That’s not our call, Sook, though we appreciate it,” said Robie. “We’ll have to run it by our superiors.”

“Then do so,” he replied. “Because without someone like me you don’t stand a chance.”

Blue Man was for it. Evan Tucker and Josh Potter were against it.

President Cassion approved it. That negated the two votes against. The president trumped everyone except the collective will of the voters at the ballot box every four years.

National Geospatial analysts had zeroed in on Bukchang with their satellite eyes, and what they reported back, coupled with the results of other intelligence assets, had confirmed that the adopted son and daughter of General Pak were there. They even knew which hut they were living in. And that four guards surrounded the hut.

There was also another intelligence success. General Pak had powerful friends in North Korea. One of them had managed to arrange for a coded message to be sent to the son and daughter in the camp. They would know that help would be coming.

It took another week to prep the mission. Every detail was gone over a hundred times. And every contingency as well in case something went wrong, which they knew was not unlikely.

North Korea was perhaps the toughest challenge Robie and Reel had yet faced. The country was hard to get into and even more difficult to get out of. It had millions of soldiers and a paranoid citizenry well versed in spying o

n each other. The terrain was difficult, the language and cultural barriers immense, and the country was located in a part of the world where, other than South Korea, the United States had few allies.