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Cassion looked first at Reel and then at Robie. “You were sent to France to kill Pak. I know this. You didn’t have to carry out that assignment because he committed suicide, in your presence.”
“That’s correct, sir,” said Robie.
“And his last words were to tell me to go to hell?”
Reel nodded but said nothing.
“And to save his family,” added the president.
“Yes,” said Robie. “It’s all in our report.”
The president sat back with a resigned air. “The fact of the matter is I’m thoroughly ashamed of myself for what happened. I sat in this very room and gave General Pak my word that I would not abandon him, no matter what happened. I did not keep my word. On the contrary, I authorized his death.”
“Conditions change, Mr. President,” said Blue Man. “Nothing is inviolate in the world anymore, unfortunately.”
Cassion said heatedly, “Well, a person’s word should be. A president’s word should be.” He bit down on his thumb and seemed lost in thought. None of the others interrupted this.
He finally said, “This may seem like a sudden inspiration on my part, but it’s really not. It’s something I’ve been kicking around in my head for some time now.” He sat forward, his features filled with determination.
“I want a team to liberate Pak’s family and bring them back here, where we will grant them full asylum.”
A full minute of silence went by as Robie and Reel stared back at their commander in chief. When Robie glanced at Blue Man, he looked stunned.
Robie stared back at the president. “What sort of team?”
“I don’t think I can send in the United States Army without doing more harm than good,” replied Cassion, staring fixedly back at him. “So, a small team.”
Blue Man said, “Do we even know which labor camp they’re in? There are quite a few.”
“That’s why we have the best intelligence agencies in the world. I’ve asked for and been given a preliminary report. It seems likely that they would be sent to Bukchang, also known as Camp 18.”
“Why is that?” asked Reel.
Blue Man answered. “Bukchang is operated by the Interior Ministry rather than the national security people. It’s less brutal and prisoners there have more privileges. Some can even be reeducated and given their freedom.”
Robie said, “But why do you think they would be sent there, then? Pak was a traitor. I’m sure they will want to take that out on his family. No second chances for them.”
“Honor and loyalty run deep over there, especially in the military,” replied Blue Man. “Pak undoubtedly had friends of high rank.”
The president nodded. “I can see that.”
“And it’s not simply being kind to the children of a fallen friend,” added Blue Man. “It’s for their own sakes.”
“How do you mean?” asked Reel.
“Some of the generals probably believe he was railroaded. They might worry that they might be next. Thus they want to establish a precedent that will allow their families, or themselves, to be sent to Bukchang if they find themselves on the wrong end of a treason charge. In North Korea you have to think five steps ahead if you want to survive, particularly at that level because alliances change swiftly.”
Cassion mulled this over and nodded. “I think you’re right. But we need to verify that they are indeed in this Bukchang place.”
He glanced at Blue Man, who said, “That will be difficult, but we will get every resource on it, sir.” He paused. “So you really want to extract Pak’s children from the camp?”
Cassion drew a long breath and wouldn’t meet Blue Man’s eye. “I think that’s what I said,” he replied brusquely.
A minute of silence went by.
Finally, Blue Man said, “That has never been before, sir. Never.”
“I’m aware of that,” replied Cassion, now looking directly at him. “Any ideas?”
Surprisingly, it was Reel who answered. “Well, I think we might turn to the handful of folks who have escaped from North Korean labor camps and who are in this country. I think one or more of them might have gotten out of Bukchang. If so, they can tell us how they did it. We don’t want to reinvent the wheel if we don’t have to.”
Cassion looked impressed. “An excellent suggestion.” He looked at Blue Man. “What sort of team would be required?”
Blue Man said, “Few in number and the best we have. But still, I don’t see how it can be done. This is North Korea.”
Robie said, “I thought our being here meant you wanted us involved, Mr. President.”
Cassion looked at him guiltily. “I realize I’m your commander in chief, Agent Robie. But after what you’ve both been through, what with Syria and now Pak, I’m reluctant to call on you again.”
Reel spoke up. “What if we volunteer?”
Blue Man looked at her oddly. Robie kept his gaze on the president.
Cassion said, “Are you volunteering?”
“Yes,” said Reel, and Robie nodded.
“That is quite courageous of you,” said Cassion.
“Actually,” said Reel, “it’s our job.”
The president looked at Reel and then at Robie. “Thank you,” he said. “You have no idea what this means to me.”
“I think we do,” said Reel.
After Cassion left the room for his flight on Air Force One, Robie looked at Blue Man. “Can we meet with someone who escaped from Bukchang?”
“I think we can arrange that, yes. But you realize this is a suicide mission, don’t you?”
“A couple of American agents going into a North Korean labor camp and extracting two highly valued political prisoners?” said Reel, her eyebrows hiked. “Walk in the park.”
“Capture equals death,” said Blue Man.
“Or worse,” said Robie.
“How?” said Reel.
“They could chuck us into the camp for the rest of our lives.” He looked at Blue Man. “And I would assume that all knowledge of any connection to an official mission on behalf of the United States would be disavowed.”
“I think we can safely assume that,” said Blue Man.
“Well, it’s nice to know where we all stand,” said Reel dryly.
Chapter
55
IT HAD TAKEN THE BETTER part of two weeks, but Chung-Cha rinsed Min off once more in the shower and beheld a girl devoid of dirt, even in her ears. And the stubborn grime under her fingernails and toenails was no more.
The medical visits had been conducted and Min’s wounds and bruises had been attended to and were healing quickly. The girl’s overall health had been pronounced sound and her immune system was functioning properly. That was truly a miracle, Chung-Cha knew, for a camp prisoner of any duration, because the conditions were so squalid. As on a battlefield, far more died from disease than wounds. Bacteria easily trumped bombs and bullets in lethality.
Min’s teeth were in poor condition, but unlike Chung-Cha’s they were capable of largely being saved. The girl had not flinched once at the dentist’s office. She seemed to understand that all that was being done was for her own good.
Chung-Cha had increased the girl’s meal intake slowly, giving Min more and diverse food each day until her stomach could handle it properly. The doctors had told her that Min had not reached her growth spurt yet and the additional food would help accelerate this event.
There was the matter of education, which for now Chung-Cha took on herself. Min was an eager if frustrated learner, and the hours of instruction went by quickly. She could read a bit and she knew her numbers to a point. She was well versed, as all prisoners were, in the philosophy and teachings of North Korea’s great leaders. But she needed to know more than that.
This could not be accomplished in a week or even a year, Chung-Cha knew. And she was not a trained teacher. She would have to arrange for Min to attend school. But Min would be far behind other students her age and to place her there now would on
ly serve to humiliate her. So Chung-Cha would work with her, and then she planned to arrange for a personal instructor. It would all take time and money. But Chung-Cha had requested and received special dispensation to accomplish this. It was a wonder to her that she had never asked for such things before. Apparently the leadership was willing to give her far more than a rice cooker and some wons.
As she spent time with Min, Chung-Cha waited for a phone call or a knock on the door that would summon her to work. She knew it would come at some point.
And when she had to go and train, as she did each day, Min was left with the family that managed the apartment building. At first Min wanted to stay with Chung-Cha, go wherever she was going. This was impossible, Chung-Cha had explained to the girl. The first time she had to go away, Min was very upset, and Chung-Cha knew why.
She doesn’t believe I’m coming back.
Chung-Cha had taken off a ring that she wore and given it to Min. “You take care of this for me while I’m gone. You can give it back to me when I return. It is my prized possession.”
“Did it belong to someone in your family?” Min asked.
Chung-Cha lied and said, “My mother.”
The ring was actually of no significance to her. It was just a ring. But a lie was as good as the truth when it achieved one’s goal.
One evening Chung-Cha dressed Min in her nicest clothes and they walked to the metro. At first Min was afraid to get on the train, but Chung-Cha told her it was a fun ride that would take them to a place where a great meal would be waiting. Min jumped on the train without further hesitation. She looked around in amazement both at all the people on the train and at how fast it moved. When they got off and ascended to street level she wanted to know if they would take “this train thing” back home.
