by Trevor Scott
Water dripped down his face and into his eyes. He wished he had worn his hat. But at least his hair was short now and would dry in seconds. His clothes were another matter, with his shirt sticking to his skin and his pants tight against his thighs as he climbed higher.
As Jake reached the top of the first level, some fifty feet high, he stopped and looked up to the next level. He didn’t think Remington would go any higher. No, he would meet on this level. Just as that thought came to him, a dark figure appeared from around the outside edge. The temple had been designed so folks could circumnavigate the entire structure and get views of the surrounding area from any direction.
The dark figure came closer, and Jake could finally see that it was Bill Remington. He was wearing suit pants, probably custom made from the tailor, and a white silk shirt that was also stuck to his skin revealing his hairy chest beneath.
“Jake Adams. It’s been a while.”
Yes, it had. Jake had actually been hired by the CIA two years before Remington. Their paths had crossed only rarely over the years, since Jake had worked mostly Europe and Russia, and Remington’s area of expertise had always been the Pacific Rim. Whereas Jake had gotten out of the Agency early, Remington had worked his way up the chain until he was only one rung below the director.
They were now just a few feet away, the distance reserved for friends and lovers.
“You really didn’t think you could run away from the Agency,” Jake said.
Remington laughed. “So far I have. But then they sent you.”
“And?”
“And you are one relentless son of a bitch.”
“Is that why you just decided to let me come to you?”
“Partly. I knew you would eventually catch up to me. I would lose a number of my people and we might get lucky and kill you.” He shook his head. “That’s way too much blood.”
Jake kept his eyes open for danger. With his peripheral vision he could see if anyone approached from his right, and he could look past Remington for anyone coming from the other direction.
“Why did you do it?” Jake asked.
“Do what? Get rich?”
“Betray your country.”
Remington shook his head side to side. “I didn’t.”
They stared at each other, Jake checking Remington’s face for some angle to get out of this. Maybe Alexandra was right. Jake couldn’t help thinking that if he just pulled the gun from his back and shot this man in the face the world would be a far better place. But that wasn’t his mandate. He had agreed to bring Remington in for interrogation.
“What if I told you this was a grand scheme to ingratiate myself with the Chinese?”
“I’d say you were full of shit.”
The wind and rain picked up even more, making it seem like they were on the bow of a ship.
“It’s true, Jake. I’ll come with you, but I have some unfinished business in Cambodia. I have to go to Siem Reap in the morning.”
“Right. Cambodia has no extradition agreement with America.”
Remington moved even closer to Jake. His tone was reserved now, almost like a kid trying to explain his indiscretions to a parent. “You’ve got to believe me, Jake. I’m working with a man named Wu Gang. He’s a former Chinese general in their intelligence directorate.”
Jake had never heard of the guy, but that wasn’t unusual considering his own area of expertise. “Former?”
“Just like you’re former, Jake. The man is now a billionaire. One of that country’s new elite.”
Thinking for a moment about the Chinese connection Alexandra had made in Munich, he wondered anew if this was all connected. He knew that China was making big moves in the military and economically. When the Russians were still considered a superpower, their economy had never been a huge success. So America had simply outspent the Russians to win the Cold War. But the Chinese could actually pay for their new and improved military. Still, Jake was having a hard time wrapping his mind around Remington’s case.
“So, the Chinese paid you for our secrets,” Jake said. “What can you do for them now?”
Remington simply cocked his head to one side, speechless.
“You’ve got nothing more to give them.”
“Knowledge is power in this business,” Remington assured Jake.
“True. But your knowledge will quickly dry up as the Agency changes its operations.”
“As you probably know, I still have a lot of friends in the business.”
“Oh, we know that. I’ve crossed paths with a number of them already.” Jake knew Remington was feeding him a line of crap, but for some reason he felt sorry for the guy. He was a man without a country. Yet, this was all Remington’s fault. The man had sold out his own Agency, his own country. He would get what he deserved.
With the wind howling and the rain pelting Jake relentlessly, it took him a moment to understand what had happened when Bill Remington dropped to the stone surface of the Wat Arun temple. When Jake suddenly realized that the echo was from a high powered rifle, he sank to his good right knee and drew his gun.
The second bullet struck the metal railing and ricocheted somewhere.
Jake checked for a pulse on Remington. Nothing. Damn it!
After the third bullet whizzed by Jake’s head, he reacted like any normal human being. He got the hell out of there.
17
Jake pushed his body against the back wall to try to get out of the shooter’s sight path, and then he rushed toward the back stairs. With the shots fired, people below were screaming and running in all directions.
As Jake peered over the edge of the stairs, he saw a shooter aiming at him.
Two shots flashed up toward Jake.
He backed from the edge and then with a quick motion he poked his gun over and shot back two times. He was stuck and realized it was a mistake to meet Remington here, where he would have no escape. The shooters could just wait for the police to show up and retreat at the last second, leaving Jake at the top of the temple with a gun and a dead American and no reasonable explanation.
Then he heard more gunshots below. In two directions. Alexandra. She was laying down cover fire for him.
Peering over the edge again, Jake saw the other shooter now aiming toward Alexandra’s position.
Move, Jake. He rushed down the wet stairs, almost slipping and falling a number of times.
The shooter, a man, turned and fired at Jake.
But Jake was ready for him. He shot twice, making the guy scoot around the edge of the stairs. But when he did this, two shots from across a grassy area echoed through the night air. Jake could hear the distinct sound of bullet hitting flesh, so he continued to the bottom.
“Jake,” came a woman’s voice. “Over here.”
Rushing through the dark, across wet grass, Jake kept his gun at the ready as he hurried toward Alexandra’s position.
Suddenly, more shots rang out from Jake’s left.
Alexandra returned fire, quieting those shooters.
Jake found Alexandra against a trinket kiosk. He crouched down and caught his breath for a moment.
“What the hell happened?” Alexandra asked, her gun still covering the both of them.
“Remington is dead.”
“You shot him?”
“No. Someone down here shot him.”
“I thought that person was shooting at you.”
“I think that was Remington’s people. They must have also thought I shot the man.” He paused to catch his breath. He was getting too old for this crap. “Come on. We need to get the hell out of here.”
Jake led the way as he made a tactical retreat through the kiosks toward the river. But he knew to get back to the dock to pick up the boat they would have to cross about fifty yards of open grass. Not a great prospect.
Glancing out on the grounds, Jake could see flashes of dark-dressed characters finding shooting positions. Who the hell were these people? They couldn’t all be Remington’s p
eople. No, someone had intentionally killed Remington to shut him up.
Shots echoed through the grounds back and forth, but none of that came from Jake or Alexandra. This was a three-way shoot out. They could use that to make their retreat.
“Run when they engage again,” Jake whispered to Alexandra.
She nodded approval.
They didn’t have to wait long. When gunfire rang out again, both of them ran as fast as they could across the open section. After Jake saw muzzle flashes aimed in his direction, he shot in the general direction of those firing at him. But it was too late. The two of them had found an angle of cover from a public bathroom.
They stopped to catch their wind. Jake guessed they had just twenty more yards before the shooters would not have a chance to fire at them, since they would gain more cover from a group of food stands. But if someone had flanked around the outside of those food stalls, they could be waiting for them at the dock. They had no other choice.
Jake checked his magazine. It was still half full. He jammed it back into the handle and prepared for the last run.
“Are you ready?” Jake asked.
“They could be at the dock already,” she said.
“I know. But it’s our only way out. The cops will have to make their way through the other end of the grounds. The river is our only choice.”
“Let’s hope the gunfire didn’t scare away our ginger bread boy.”
He almost laughed at her mixing up that axiom. With the deafening silence, Jake became a bit concerned. Both of the other parties knew he was stuck there and were waiting for him to make this last move from cover.
“I’m gonna lay down some cover while you run,” Jake said. “Once you get to the other side, you do the same for me.”
“Got it.”
Jake got ready to fire and he nodded for her to run.
Just as Alexandra took off, Jake fired slowly toward the other shooters. His slow fire automatically drew return shots from both positions in the darkness, which Jake used to aim better.
When Jake heard a gasp, he turned and saw Alexandra had hit the ground. Had she been hit?
He tried to fire but realized he was out. He dropped one magazine and shoved a second into the handle, cycling a round into the chamber. Then he ran toward Alexandra and fired at the same time. He reached her just as she was trying to get to her feet.
Blocking her body with his, he continued firing as the two of them rushed toward the dock.
They couldn’t have timed it any better. Their long-tail boat was pulling up just as they got to the loading area on the dock.
Jake saw the Agency man, Liam, with his gun out and aimed right at them. Had this man betrayed them?
Liam fired three times, his shots zipping past them and striking a man back by the food stands. “Get in,” Liam yelled.
Jake and Alexandra jumped aboard the boat and the pilot immediately gunned the engine, pulling them away from the dock.
The boat quickly found the middle of the wide river. Jake looked back and saw that another boat had picked up some of the gunmen, but he had no idea which faction.
“Is this as fast as this boat goes?” Jake yelled at the pilot.
The man didn’t respond.
Liam turned and confronted the pilot in Thai. When the pilot nodded, Jake had his answer. There was no way they could outrun the boat behind them. It was bigger and looked more like a power boat.
When bullets started breaking through the night air, Jake, Alexandra and Liam all hit the deck. By the time they lifted up to return fire, the boat was cutting hard to the left. The pilot was slumped over, his head wet and red with blood.
They were heading right for a stone wall on the west bank of the river. Jake shoved the pilot out of the boat and got behind the wheel long enough to crank the wheel hard around to the left, turning the boat back downstream. Now, as they quickly passed the boat chasing them, all three of them opened fire on the other boat.
With the help of the current, the boat picked up speed.
Jake turned to Liam. “You know how to drive one of these?”
Liam nodded and changed places with Jake.
“How many extra magazines do you have?” Jake asked the Agency officer.
Reaching inside his jacket, Liam pulled out two magazines and handed them to Jake. They were lucky to all be carrying the same Glocks. Jake shoved one into his pocket and handed the other to Alexandra. Then Jake looked ahead down the river and saw the police boat, its red and blue lights flashing. He turned and saw the pursuit boat had cranked around and was gaining ground on them.
“What do we do?” Liam yelled.
“Don’t stop,” Jake said. “You might have a get out of jail free card, but we don’t. I sure as hell don’t want to end up in jail trying to explain what just happened back there.”
Within seconds their boat passed the police boat. Jake turned to see the other boat catching up with them. Then the police boat turned to pick up the chase. Great.
Gunfire broke the silence. But with the roar of the engine and the wind and rain, it was not as audible as it could have been under normal conditions. Jake got low in the stern and aimed at the bow of the trailing boat. He fired three controlled shots. He hit his target, but he wasn’t sure it would do anything. Jake really needed to hit their engine or the pilot. But he didn’t have a clear shot at either of them.
Looking at both sides of the river, Jake realized they had no quick way to scuttle the boat and escape into the fabric of the city. They would have to pull up to a dock and that would take time, giving the pursuit boat time to shoot them all to hell.
Turning to Liam, Jake asked, “Can you get us down one of those canals?”
Without warning, Liam cranked the wheel to the right and nearly lost all of them over the side. But the maneuver was so quick that the boat behind them couldn’t respond. It cruised past them and would have to come around in a full circle to catch them.
In seconds they were cruising down a narrow canal faster than they should be going.
Jake saw an opportunity for them. “Stop over there.” Jake pointed at a small dock.
Liam pulled back on the throttle and turned the wheel to the right. Just when Jake thought they would smash into the wooden dock, Liam jammed the throttle to reverse and cranked the wheel hard. The boat pulled up and then hit the dock rather hard, nearly knocking Jake and Alexandra to the deck. The three of them jumped off the boat and ran toward a dark area between two buildings.
When they reached a main street, they jumped into a tuk tuk and Liam gave the driver instructions to get the hell out of there. At least that’s what Jake guessed, considering their speed getting out of there.
Jake looked back and finally breathed deep, catching his breath. They had lost them. But now came the hard realization that this operation was either over or far from it. He had to believe that Bill Remington had outlived his usefulness to the Chinese. Maybe that had been their plan all along. Or maybe Jake’s presence in Southeast Asia had somehow made that plan inevitable.
18
Jake went back to his hotel for one thing only, to pick up their bags. There was no way they could stay there. Every cop in Bangkok would be looking for them now. And Remington’s people had followed them there from the tailor.
Once he got downstairs, Jake saw that Liam was behind the wheel of his black KIA. Alexandra was waiting for Jake at the open trunk. He pulled Alexandra aside. “Let’s see your gun and the extra magazine,” he said quietly.
She handed over her gun and Jake quickly wiped away her prints from both with a rag he found in the trunk. Then he did the same with his gun and extra magazine. When he was done, he wrapped them into the rag and placed them into the trunk.
“Let’s go,” Jake said. He closed the trunk and instead put their bags in the back seat, closing the door for Alexandra.
Jake got into the front passenger seat and Liam immediately pulled out of the hotel parking lot.
As t
hey got down the road a ways, Liam finally said, “Is this the way it always is with you?”
Jake thought about that for a moment. He wished like hell he could answer no to that question. “Not always. Sometimes one of us gets shot.”
“Well, we lost our boat pilot,” Liam reminded Jake.
“That was bad luck,” Jake admitted.
“What about Remington?”
Looking at the driver for a moment, Jake tried to process the question. “What about him?”
“He’s dead. Your job is done.”
“I didn’t kill him, Liam,” Jake responded. “And that wasn’t my job. I was supposed to bring him in for interrogation. Remember, you get no good intel from a dead man.”
Alexandra leaned forward to join the conversation. “Did you expect to get anything good out of Remington?”
That was a good question, and Jake wished he had a better answer for her. “That wasn’t up to me. My job was to bring the man in. I obviously failed at that. Is that what you two want me to admit?” His voice had gotten increasingly tense.
Liam turned out onto a main road and picked up speed. “I meant no disrespect,” the Agency officer said. “We’re lucky none of us got killed. But I’ve got to report on this to my station chief. I wasn’t authorized to engage in a firefight.”
“You’re never given specific authority for that, kid,” Jake said. “You shot a man tonight. Probably killed him. If you hadn’t done so, the guy could have killed you or one of us. You have a right to defend yourself. And that includes anywhere on the planet. I don’t care what the local laws say. Someone shoots at you, and you sure as hell better shoot back, regardless of rules of engagement. You understand?”
Liam nodded his head. “Yeah, I guess so.” He let out a deep breath. “I’ve just never. . .”
“Killed someone?” Jake provided.
“Yeah.”
Alexandra let out a small chortle. “Well, you have only been around Jake for a day. That’s not a record by the way.”
Jake turned to Alexandra. “Thanks, girl.”
“Just stating the facts,” she said, leaning back into her seat.