The Wuhan Mission

by Irving Waters

  “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 g
rab 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 ar
e 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.”