China Crisis (Stony Man)

by Don Pendleton

“So we concentrate on Anna’s group first?” Encizo asked. “Get them clear before we go take a look at this missile base?”

  “That’s the way we run it. Once we have them sorted, we can decide if going on to Guang Lor is feasible.”

  “Does Anna have a figure on the kind of resistance we might face if we do try for the base?” Manning asked, tracing routes across the map with his finger.

  “We won’t get that information until later,” McCarter admitted. “But Anna’s group has a man on the inside. He’s already passed on some information about the place, so hopefully we’ll have some data.”

  “Oh, that will be helpful,” Manning said.

  “I do understand the sarcasm,” McCarter stated. “And I wish we had better intel. If we can’t pin it down to numbers, we’re not going to walk in like a bunch of amateurs.”

  “Can we have that in writing?”

  The question was posed by James and Manning in the same breath.

  McCarter glanced at Encizo, who simply shrugged.

  Kai Chek Village, Guang Lor, Xinjiang, one day earlier

  LOY HUNG CAUGHT the man’s sleeve and pulled him inside, closing the door.

  “What is so urgent?”

  The man’s face blanked. His gaze wandered the room, in itself an admission he was nervous.

  “Kam Lee?”

  Lee hung his head, hands nervously toying with the wide straw hat he held.

  “Kang…”

  “I know about Kang. You have had to deal with him all these months.”

  “I think he may have suspicions about me.”

  “After all this time? Why?”

  Kam Lee shook his head. “A feeling. Loy, I think my time at Guang Lor may be finished.”

  “Then we will have to bring you out,” Hung said.

  Lee seemed relieved. “I will complete this assignment, then we will do it.”

  “So what is you need to tell me?”

  “The missile test went wrong,” Lee said. “Something to do with the stabilizing system. It sent the missile off course and it crashed close to the border.”

  “My people will have been tracking it,” Hung said. “I haven’t spoken to them during the last couple of days.”

  “There is one more thing,” Lee said. “I was nearby when Controller Kwok was talking to Kang. One of the circuit boards on the missile was a stolen one. It came from America.”

  “Truly?” Hung asked.

  “Yes.”

  Hung smiled. “Just what we need to prove what Beijing has been up to.”

  “And because of that, Kang will be working hard to get it back,” Lee stated.

  “Have they sent out a search party yet?”

  “It’s being organized now.”

  “Then we don’t have much time,” Hung said. “You are certain about this stolen board?”

  “Yes. Orders came from Beijing for the test of the new missile to go ahead immediately. No excuses. The technicians were still working on the copies of the board, and they knew they wouldn’t get them ready in time. Mau Sung fitted one of the stolen boards so there would be no delay. If the test had gone as planned, the board would have been destroyed when the missile hit its target and detonated.”

  “We have to get our hands on that board. This is better than we expected,” Hung told him.

  “I should return. If I stay longer, someone might notice,” Lee said.

  Hung nodded. “You go. I’ll make contact with our team to locate the missile and retrieve the board. If we can clear the area before the search team arrives, we have a chance.”

  “Hung, be careful. Major Kang will be leading the search team personally. If he learns of your involvement…”

  “Don’t worry. I know all about Kang. His reputation doesn’t alarm me,” Hung replied.

  “Be careful,” Lee advised.

  Hung waited until Lee was well away from the house. He closed up and made his way out to the rear of the building where a battered panel truck was parked against the wall. He climbed in, started up the vehicle and drove out of the settlement, picking up the dusty road heading north. Once he was clear he took a cell phone from inside his tunic and switched it on. The cell was Tri-Band and worked through a satellite signal. Hung tapped in a number and waited until his call was picked up.

  “I’ve just learned about the missile crash. Have you found it?” Hung asked.

  “Yes. We know it landed miles off track. We have it on our monitor.”

  Hung explained about the stolen circuit board and the need to get their hands on it.

  “I’m on my way,” he said. “Get the team moving. If they are close they should be able to reach the missile well before the team from Guang Lor can assemble and take off. If we locate this board, it has to be moved out of the area quickly before Major Kang can pin us down. Make sure that everyone is armed in case Kang does show up.”

  THREE HOURS LATER Hung met up with the group. There were five of them, all armed and ready to move. He parked his truck alongside their vehicle.

  “Have you located the missile?” he asked.

  Dar Tan, heading the group, nodded. He led Hung across to the team’s 4x4. The rear door was open and one of the team sat over an electronic tracking system.

  “Show Hung where the missile is, Sammy.”

  Sammy Cho, a thin, young man wearing a faded denims and a baseball cap, indicated the readout screen on his tracking station.

  “We had the missile’s flight path locked in from the moment it was launched,” he said. “It was easy to follow the flight path. It left enough of a signature from its engines that we were able to keep it on screen. Even when it went off course we managed to keep tracking, and after it went down I was able to work out the location.” Cho leaned out the door, pointing in the direction of low hills to the northeast of their position. “No more than thirty miles from here.”

  “Good. Can we reach it by vehicle?”

  “Should not be a problem,” Cho told him.

  “Then we go now. I want to try to be out before Kang shows up. We’ll take your 4x4. That old truck of mine isn’t fit to tackle those foothills.”

  THE MISSILE LAY at the end of a shallow furrow it had gouged in the dry ground, coming to rest straddling a wide stream. The moment the 4x4 stopped, Hung, Tan and Cho went directly to the missile. Cho had a tool kit slung from his shoulder. The rest of the team spread out to form a protective shield, keeping watch while Cho went to work.

  Hung took out a digital camera and started to take shots of the missile, following the actions of his team and what was being done.

  Cho knew exactly where to go. While Tan held the open tool kit the young technician used a power-pack-driven tool to remove the flush retaining screws holding the access panel in place. The whine of the power tool was the only sound to break the silence of the desolate location. Once he had the screws out, Cho used a steel pry-bar to break the seal holding the access panel secure. With the panel free Cho leaned inside the body of the missile, probing the shadows with a flashlight until he located the section he wanted.

  “Can you see it?” Tan asked.

  “Wait. You know how much equipment is packed inside one of these things?”

  “Cho, you can explain when we’re safely back in Hong Kong with the evidence. I’ll gladly listen while you present me with a detailed thesis on missile technology.”

  Cho made no reply. He was concentrating on getting hold of the circuit board. He had to free a number of retaining clips before he could lift out the board. Finally he had it.

  Cho inspected the twelve-inch-square circuit board.

  “Well?” Hung asked.

  “It’s the one,” Cho affirmed.

  Hung, who had kept taking shots as Cho worked inside the missile, focused in on the board, shooting it from both sides.

  “Good. Now let’s move out of here.”

  “Cho, take this,” Tan said, handing the tech a solid, brick-shaped package. “Push it down out of si
ght. I’ve set the timer for twenty minutes, and it’s activated.”

  Cho took the explosive device and leaned back inside the missile, sliding the package deep inside the interior.

  “Time to go,” he said.

  They all returned to the 4x4 and climbed in. Loy Hung took the circuit board and the camera and packed them in a small backpack after wrapping each in lengths of cloth to protect them.

  “Now all we have to do is deliver it.”

  KANG HEARD the explosion and saw smoke rising from the site.

  “Sergeant, get the men moving faster.”

  The five-man squad broke into a trot. Kang swung around and returned to his combat vehicle. He leaned inside and spoke to the radio operator, who was also operating the tracking equipment.

  “Did that come from where the missile came down?”

  “Yes, Major. The signal has ended. That explosion must have destroyed the tracking device inside the missile.”

  Kang called his sergeant. “Spread out. If the missile has been destroyed there may be a good reason.”

  “Sabotage?”

  “Exactly. I can’t believe the missile has been down for so long and has only just exploded. That traitor Kam Lee must have passed information to the group he was spying for.”

  “Pity he died before he gave us any more information.”

  Kang shook his head. “He died because he made us kill him. It was pure luck we caught him trying to reenter Guang Lor before we left. My suspicions were simply confirmed that he was the one working undercover.”

  “And he had discovered the American circuit board was used in the missile? Passed it to his people?”

  “A logical conclusion. Which is why they were heading for the crash site. If they got their hands on that board, it could cause Beijing great embarrassment.” Kang waved an arm in the direction of the WZ-11 helicopter that had flown in to join them from Guang Lor. “Sergeant, take command of the squad. I will fly over the crash site and relay anything we see from the air. Stay in radio contact.”

  “Yes, Major.”

  Kang took his seat in the helicopter. “Get this thing airborne. Take me to the site.”

  Over his shoulder he instructed the door gunner. “If we see anyone moving in the vicinity, don’t waste time waiting for orders. Shoot. If we are correct and Kam Lee’s friends have been at the crash site, they have most probably located and removed that circuit board before sabotaging the missile. I want that board back. Understand?”

  “Yes, Major Kang.”

  THE HELICOPTER MADE a direct flight to where the dark coils of smoke stained the sky. It took them less than ten minutes. The pilot took the chopper over the crash site. Looking down, Kang saw that there was little left of the missile. The explosion, powerful in itself, had also detonated what had remained of the missile’s fuel. The resulting detonation had torn the missile apart, scattering debris in a wide circle. The actual spot where the missile had landed had been turned into a blackened crater. Kang felt his anger rise.

  Damn those dissidents, he thought.

  They were causing major problems. If their fate had rested in his hands, they would have been rounded up and executed long ago. Beijing hadn’t been strong enough in its actions against the Pro-Democracy groups. Perhaps now they would admit the error of their ways and strike a harder blow against these people. The longer they were allowed to survive, the more popular they became among the masses. Hero status had the strength to increase their appeal.

  “Take us lower,” Kang instructed the pilot. “Let’s see if we can spot any tracks. They won’t be on foot.”

  The helicopter began to make wide sweeps, covering an ever-widening circle out from the crash site.

  Over the next hour Kang and his ground troops checked and cross-checked the area. It was starting to reach late afternoon before they spotted anything. It was Kang’s sergeant who was the first with a positive report.

  “Vehicle tracks, Major. Fresh. Heading in a easterly direction. By the condition of the tire marks they can’t be more than a few miles ahead.”

  “Good. Keep moving after them. I’ll fly over and check ahead.”

  DAR TAN SAW the helicopter first.

  “It’s coming this way.”

  “Military?” Hung asked.

  “In this part of the country, what else would it be? No one else is allowed to fly here.”

  “Try for cover,” Hung said, “before he spots us.”

  “We may be too late.”

  Cho’s remark was punctuated by the harsh rattle of a machine gun. A stream of slugs curved down from the pursuing chopper as it dropped lower to line up with the 4x4. Loy Hung watched, almost fascinated, as the line of slugs slapped the dry earth, moving closer to the speeding vehicle. Then the solid thump of the slugs hitting the ground changed to metallic sounds as they rose and peppered the rear of the 4x4. A startled cry rose from one of the team sitting in the rear as ragged slugs, deformed by the thin metal, drilled into yielding flesh. The man slumped across the rear floor of the vehicle, clutching his bloody side where the ragged chunk of metal had torn into his body. The 4x4 veered from side to side as the driver tried to escape the hovering bulk of the helicopter. The problem was the lack of escape routes. The foothills offered little in the way of substantial cover.

  The helicopter dropped even lower, aligning itself alongside the 4x4. Turning his head, Hung saw the black muzzle of the 7.62 mm door-mounted machine gun swing around. He tried to shout a warning, but his words were lost in the harsh rattle of the machine gun. The heavy stream of slugs tore into and through the bodywork of the 4x4. Window glass shattered, shards hitting exposed flesh, Hung himself felt a sudden burn of pain across his cheek, then felt the warm stream of blood. The lurching 4x4 hit a rough stretch of ground, and the wheel was being wrenched from the slack hands of the driver. Only now did Hung realize the man had taken a number of the 7.62 mm rounds down one side of his body. He was slumped back in his seat, sightless eyes ignoring the hazards ahead. More machine-gun fire sounded, bullets clanging against the sides of the vehicle as it ran out of control. It made a sharp right turn, careering over a steep ridge, and bounced its way down a long, rocky slope, finally coming to a jarring stop at the bottom of a gully.

  THE GULLY was too narrow to allow the helicopter access. All it could do was hover while Kang screamed into his handset for his ground troops to locate the stricken vehicle. It would take them almost thirty minutes to reach the base of the gully, where they found the 4x4 and three dead occupants.

  Loy Hung, Dar Tan and Sammy Cho were gone.

  And so, too, was the circuit board.

  IT WAS near dark, freezing cold with food or water, and Sammy Cho was wounded. He had taken a couple of bullets in his right side.

  But at least they had their weapons and the circuit board.

  Loy Hung hoped that was enough. They were alone in the foothills, being pursued by Major Kang and his squad, which was as bad as it could get. At least, Hung thought, the major was denied the use of his helicopter until dawn. The machine was of little use in the dark, so Kang was having to depend on his ground troops.

  It gave Hung and his men something of a chance to stay ahead. Not much, but at least a little advantage.

  “Loy, we have to stop,” Dar Tan called. “Sammy’s wounds are bleeding again.”

  They crouched in the semidarkness, able to see only what the thin moonlight allowed. While Hung kept watch, Tan did what he could for Cho. Tan had managed to rescue the first-aid bag from the 4x4 when they had been forced to abandon it. The bag held only basic first-aid items, certainly not advanced enough to deal with two bullet wounds. Tan had used some of the sterile pads to cover the holes, then bound them in place with some of the bandage from a roll. For his part Sammy Cho made no sound, offered no complaints and managed to keep up with his partners.

  That had been three hours ago. Now Cho was showing signs of slowing down. He kept stumbling and when Tan had a look at his bandage he
saw it was oozing blood heavily. When Cho fell to his knees this last time, he couldn’t get up.

  “You should leave me. I can hold them off for you.”

  “So you can be a hero?” Tan smiled at his friend. “You’d love that. So all the girls can flock around you while you tell the story?”

  While he spoke to distract Cho, his fingers loosened the sodden bandage. Peeling back the inner dressing, he saw that the bullet wounds had swollen around the entry points. They were still bleeding, too. Tan feared they had become infected. His problem was that he had little idea what he really needed to do. The bullets needed extracting and the wounds cleaning and sealing. For once in his life Tan felt utterly helpless.

  “That bad?” Cho asked. “Must be to stop you talking, Dar.”

  “Sammy, I wish I could do more for you. But this is something I can’t deal with.”

  Hung knelt beside them. “Can you keep moving? I think we’re not far from the village now. If we get there we only have to wait for Mei Anna and her friends. They’ll surely have someone experienced to deal with your wounds.”

  “Well, I don’t have many other choices, do I?”

  Tan dressed the wounds and replaced the bloody bandage with a fresh one. They stayed for a little while longer, giving Cho more rest.

  Hung took a look around, checking the direction they had come. If it had been daylight, he might have been able to spot Kang’s men. The semidark, layering the terrain with deep shadows, made it impossible to identify anything. He decided they would just have to keep moving, hoping the encroaching night would slow Kang as much as it had them. He preferred that way of thinking rather than imagining everything was running smoothly for their pursuers.

  Their luck seemed to be holding. Despite the fact they had to move slowly, they spotted the village just after midnight. The temperature had dropped even further. The wind coming down from the higher slopes of the hills dragged at their clothing, pushing them around, and with the ground underfoot being unsafe, it made travel difficult.