Street Game (GhostWalkers, #8)(112)

“They won’t move them, Sergeant Major,” Mack said with a small sigh. “And I think you know that. They’re going to kill them and leave the bodies near the gates inside the embassy. God only knows what they’ll do to the kids first. You can bet they’ll have pictures and arrange for reporters. They’re looking for a big splash. The video will be a YouTube hit on the Internet. You know they’ve got someone ready to record the deaths.”

“We have military transport standing by,” Griffen said. “You can sleep on the plane. You’ll leave in two hours. You’ll be infiltrating the U.S. embassy in Beijing. We don’t want anyone in the embassy informed at this time other than the captain.”

There was a long, shocked silence. “You’re not letting the embassy know?” Mack echoed softly. “I don’t think so. What the hell are you trying to pull?”

“I told you it was a hot one. What better way to start an international incident? If the children are found there, the United States would be publicly blamed,” Griffen snapped. “Who do we trust? You know there would be a leak.”

“The Marines guard all of our embassies,” Jaimie pointed out. “Security is ultra tight.”

“Don’t worry, we’ve planned for that.”

“The Marines, rather a Marine, spotted them. A very smart young man. Instead of shooting it out, he quietly reported to his captain. He was able to find the traitor working with them and to uncover the cell underground,” Griffen said. “They took the information directly to the secretary general.”

“They entered the embassy through a tunnel?” Jaimie found that unbelievable.

“The tunnel had been sealed years earlier. Someone spent a great deal of time and energy reopening it. We knew about the tunnel and also the seven seals that were cleverly worked into the building structure that amplified sounds so we could be monitored.”

“Someone on the inside helped,” Mack said.

“Three people. One, a young man who will be very quietly court-martialed,” Griffen continued. “Another works on the grounds. Both contributed a great deal. The work was done on the guard’s shift and the groundskeeper kept everyone away from the area with various ingenious ploys. He did it right out in the open in front of embassy officials, guards, personnel, everyone. We also suspect a low-level paper pusher who is a friend of the Marine guard. No one has moved on any of those involved.”

“Who knows about this?” Mack asked.

“The secretary general was apprised of the situation immediately by the commanding officer, and of course the young Marine. The secretary general asked specifically for this team and I told him you’d do it.”

“He doesn’t want the terrorists dealt with?” Mack asked.

“Not by your team. He wants them tranquilized quietly. Once you’re out with the kids, the Marines will go in and sweep the tunnel. They’ll be turned over to Chun’s men.”

Jaimie stirred but she didn’t say anything.

“You won’t object to our defending ourselves if it comes to that, right, sir?” Javier demanded.

“Defend yourself with tranqs,” Griffen said. “We’ve got one chance to do this right. If we don’t get those children back, the United States will be very embarrassed and North Korea will be put in an impossible position.”

“They could be dead,” Mack said.

“If that’s the case, we get them out, kill everyone involved, and lose the bodies. We’ll have to deny all knowledge.”

Jaimie closed her eyes briefly as she leaned back against Mack’s chest, pulling herself in. This had to be done. She could see the reasons clearly, but it still didn’t stop her from feeling sick about it. “I take it you have all the intel we’ll need.”

“The layout, guards, the total security system. We’ll have full cooperation once we contact the embassy and let them know you’re there. We’ll do so at the last possible minute.”

Jaimie was already shaking her head. “Too risky, too many people in on it. We can’t know who else they’ve bought. If this was really over some formula the terrorist wanted, that might work, but not this. This is designed to pit the United States against North Korea.”

“The guards will be handpicked, assigned a special duty, because the embassy will be receiving a surprise visit from a bigwig dignitary.”

“Please God, tell me it isn’t General Chun,” Jaimie muttered aloud. “It sounds like something brilliant someone sitting behind a desk would come up with.”

“It wouldn’t be so unusual,” Griffen countered.

“Nothing would put that group on alert like a surprise visit from the kid’s father.”

“What do you suggest?” Mack asked, his voice strictly neutral.

“A dinner party.”

“Excuse me?” Griffen scowled at her.

“A dinner party. I know you’ve heard of it. Coat, tie, maybe a tail or two. Open the place up. Up the security. Get tons of dogs out sniffing the grounds.”

“You’re crazy, Jaimie.” Kane scowled at her. “That will only add to the nightmare.”

Mack shook his head his slowly. “No, wait a minute, Kane. She just might have something.”