Murdock signaled the men to move forward. They swam another twenty yards, then moved in with the breakers until they were prone on the black rocks with an occasional wave washing over them.
Now they saw the house clearly. It had a two-foot-high wooden fence between it and the sea. Three slender and wind-whipped trees grew near the fence. The house looked as if it were plastered on the outside, and had some metal sheets on the roof and some wooden panels. A brick chimney extended from the far side of the roof.
One three-foot-wide window showed toward the sea. It was dark. A line at the side of the house held flapping laundry. The structure was one story high and had a door on the front and one on the side, just as they had been briefed. They would ignore the front door and use the side one. It wasn't a palace, Murdock decided, but maybe by Chinese standards it was upper-class. Due to the tight security in China, the SEALS did not have a floor plan of the house. Once inside, they would play it by ear using their much-rehearsed Kill House techniques.
The Kill House was their name for a mock-up house in the California Desert where they practiced attacking a room with dummy bad guys and hostages placed inside. They had to identify the bad guys from the hostages and use live rounds to shoot them. The SEALS trained in the facility dozens of times a year.
Now the platoon lay on a dark beach of smooth black rocks. The color blended in well with their all-black wet suits and gear. Their faces were blackened and they wore dark Nomex flight gloves to protect and hide their hands.
Murdock took the M-89 from Magic Brown and checked the layout with the Starlight Scope. He saw three men who were trying to hide themselves near the side and front of the house. None was looking at the sea. They seemed concerned with a street on the far side of the house.
He gave the weapon back to Magic and hand-signaled that there were three guards. Magic found them quickly. The M-89 coughed. Murdock watched through his one-lens night-vision goggles and saw the man in front of the house slam backwards and lay still.
Down the line the other M-89, in the Second Squad, coughed and the guard on the far right of the house tried to rise, then collapsed into a heap.
Magic drilled the third guard with a silenced shot. The man had seen the second lookout wounded and tried to go to him. Then all was quiet.
Murdock gave a hand signal that was passed down the line. The men took off their swim fins and tied them to their equipment vests. They kept on their Draeger breathing units. If anything went wrong they might have to leave in a rush and there wouldn't be time to put on the breathing apparatus. They could live without fins, but it would be a dangerous swim without the underwater rebreathers.
After that, Murdock didn't have to give any orders. The assault team with the MP-5s rushed up the beach to the house. They cleared the yard and knelt near the side door. Six more men raced silently to the front of the house. Four men spread out at the sides of the lot for security.
Murdock came up to the side door. He brought down his NVG (night-vision goggles), checked the troops, then lifted his MP-5 and kicked in the door. Holt pitched a flash-bang grenade inside and then flattened against the outside wall.
The flash-bang grenade is designed to render both blind and deaf anyone in the same room with the non-lethal device. The explosion is a series of ear-shattering blasts accompanied by a string of strobing light pulses so brilliant that anyone not covering his eyes is temporarily blinded.
When the last strobe of light from the grenade stabbed into the night through the opening, Murdock charged past the kicked-in door cutting to the right, watching for any movement or sound inside the room. From many hours of practice in the Kill House, he and his men knew exactly what to do. Murdock's sector was the right half of the room and he swept his MP-5 that direction looking for tangos. No, they weren't terrorists this time, just Chinese soldiers.
Murdock saw movement through his green-field NVG on his side and spewed a three-round burst of 9mm greeters at a man who raised a pistol. Holt fired two three-round bursts on his side of the room, the suppressed sub-machine gun coughing quietly. In a small window of silence, Murdock heard a long death rattle.
Enough light came through a door to the next room that Murdock could now see the three men down and dead, two with chest shots and one a pair of head hits. He flipped up his NVG. "Clear," Murdock said into his mike.
"Clear," Holt echoed.
Two more of the assault squad charged through that room to the next and more firing erupted. Murdock rushed to the door behind them. A lightbulb burned in the middle of the room on a cord from the ceiling. A blood-smeared Chinese man sat in a chair bound by his chest, legs, and ankles. His mouth and face had been beaten bloody and raw. His chest and arms showed dozens of knife slices that bled continuously. One eye was closed, and the lid had been smashed or cut off the other eye.
Two Chinese men in civilian clothes, warned by the flash-bang, had put up a fight. Both had handguns out, but they were no match for the MP-5s. A third man tried for the back door, but died before he got to it with six slugs in his side and back. The same two assaulters rushed into the next room and Murdock jolted forward to the doorway. He heard more firing from the suppressed sub-machine guns, then silence.
Machinist's Mate Second Class David "Jaybird" Sterling crashed into his Platoon Leader at the doorway.
"Some dip-shit tore out the backdoor," Sterling said. "Red is on his tail. He'll have him down and dirty within a block."
Torpedoman's Mate Second Class Eric "Red" Nicholson was lean and fast. If any of the squad could catch a running man, Red could. Murdock heard the "clear" calls from the other men, then went back to the prisoner bound to the chair.
There was no way this could be a setup, a plant. The Chinese might have known that this man was a CIA operative, but they must not have known what was happening tonight. Murdock seriously doubted they knew there would be foreign visitors who would hold a beach party.
Murdock looked at the tied-up man. His hands were behind his back. He was naked to the waist. His head hung down. Now he struggled to bring it up to look at these new men. When he opened his mouth, Murdock saw the jagged, smashed-out remains of his front teeth.
"Please, water?" the Chinese man whispered in English, his words slurred. His chest and arms had been sliced many times. It was the old Chinese torture of a thousand cuts. No one slice will kill you, but after a few hundred you will bleed to death.
"Untie him," Murdock said to Holt. The radioman cut the heavy cords that bound the man to the chair, and the tortured Chinese agent almost fell off. Murdock caught him, then knelt beside him and steadied him. Murdock lifted a canteen to the CIA man's mouth and he drank.
"You are Americans," the Chinese man said. "I have what you came for." Then he tried to smile. A moment later he passed out.
2
Thursday May 14
0222 hours Beach house, Fuching People's Republic of China Lieutenant Blake Murdock held the Chinese agent in the chair after the tortured man slumped back unconscious.
"Doc, get over here," Murdock barked. "We've got a problem."
James "Doc" Ellsworth, Hospital Corpsman Second Class, appeared quickly at Murdock's elbow.
"Let's hope he just passed out," Doc said. The corpsman broke open smelling salts and waved them under the agent's nose half a dozen times, then gave him a longer whiff. The Chinese man coughed, snorted, and then roused. At first he was wary. Then he relaxed, softened, and nodded.
"Yes, the Americans are here. I am grateful. Sorry about the bad reception by my misguided countrymen."
"The papers?" Murdock asked, his voice soft and low.
"Do you have some papers to deliver to us?"
"Yes. I didn't tell them where I hid them. They asked me with much persuasion. You must take a look-" He stopped. His face glazed with pain and his eyes closed as he shivered and his whole body spasmed twice, then again.
He sagged against Doc, and for a moment he didn't breathe.
Then the wave
of agonizing pain passed and he looked up at the medic. He growled low in his throat and shook his head. "Not yet. I'm not ready to die. No. The papers you want. They are outside in the roof, under a loose tile near the front door. Easy to find."
Murdock nodded at "Magic" Brown and Ron Holt, and they hurried out the front door.
"Let me lay you down and tend to these slashes," Doc said to the man.
The CIA agent shook his head and held out his hand.
"I am Hang Lee Chang, lately with the Company. I bring you the secret papers. They contain all that your people want to know. Now I must go back with you to your boat."
Doc looked at Murdock and slowly shook his head.
"You're too severely wounded to be moved, Mr. Hang," Murdock said. "We'll talk about that later. Why don't you lie down and let our medic help you."
"No. I must sit up. If I lie down, I'll die. If I stay in this house after you leave, I will be helpless and the first government man who sees me will capture me and the torture will start again. They know that I stole the plans. They didn't know about you coming." He gasped for breath and his face contorted with another spasm of pain. His eyes closed and he trembled twice. Then he gasped and his eyes opened again. "Now all is well, the Americans are here. You will take me back to your ship and then to Taiwan."
Brown and Holt came in with a roll of papers wrapped in heavy plastic. Hang looked at them and nodded.
"All there," he said. "Now we leave. You must take me with you. No other option. They will kill me the moment they find me. They will send troops here quickly if even one of them escaped your people."
Murdock looked over at Doc. The medic shook his head again. "Mr. Hang, you've lost far too much blood to risk a move. Your system is in deep shock. I don't have the equipment to help you recover. There isn't a chance that you could swim a mile through the ocean. It's simply impossible for you to come with us."
"My family is all on Taiwan. I taught English there to students. I must get back home. They will kill me if I stay here." His face contorted again. "I can't stand any more torture. I'm tired. I want to go home to my family in Taipei City."
Doc listened and reached into his kit. "I can give you a shot of morphine to ease the pain, Mr. Hang."
The Chinese CIA agent shook his head. "Must stay alert for the swim."
Murdock knelt down beside the Company man. "Mr. Hang, what our medic tells you is true. There's no chance we can take you with us. It's impossible. We're spending too much time here as it is. We're due to leave in thirty seconds.
Hang lifted his brows and nodded at them. "Understand. What is, must be. Old Chinese proverb. What must be, must be." He looked at the fighting knife on Doc's harness. "What a beautiful blade. I used to have one like it. Could I look at it?"
Murdock nodded at Doc. The medic took out the eight-inch blade with two sides and the point honed to perfection, and handed it to the agent.
Hang examined it a moment, touched the sharpness of it. Suddenly he turned the point toward his chest, gripped the heavy handle with both hands, and before either of the SEALS could prevent it, Hang drove the killing knife into his heart.
His head nodded once as the blade went in. Then his eyes rolled back showing only the whites and his hands fell away from the blade. The Chinese agent toppled lifeless to the floor.
"Damn," Murdock said. He looked at his men. "Time for E and E out of this dump. Let's move. Half out the front, rest out the side. Go, go, go!" Doc paused to pull his knife from the corpse, wiped it off, and pushed it back in its scabbard. Then he ran.
Murdock was the first one out the side door. He had flattened the roll of papers, stuffed it inside his wet suit next to his skin, and closed the suit up again. He went through the door at an angle and hit the dirt outside.
Holt went to ground on his right and Magic Brown on his left.
"Hear something?" Murdock asked.
"Trucks," Brown said. "Two, maybe three coming fast and they probably got us in their sights."
"Nicholson didn't nail that slant who got away," Holt said.
Murdock tapped his lip mike. "Got company this side 2IC. Your situation?"
"Yeah," Murdock heard in his earphones from Lieutenant Ed Dewitt, his second in command. "Company here too, coming down the side street."
"Join up here. Get those forties ready."
Rifle fire barked into the quiet of the Chinese night. Rounds slammed over the heads of the SEALS, who hugged the ground looking for targets.
The trucks stopped forty yards away, and the SEALS could see shadows melting from one house to another and moving closer.
Ed Dewitt, leader of the Second Squad, slid into the dust beside Murdock.
"Looks like a shit-pot full of them, L-T."
"Let's cut down the odds." Murdock brought up his MP-5 with a fresh clip and fired at the winking lights fifty yards in front of him.
The men with the M-4A1 carbines with the M-203 40mm grenade launchers opened up with deadly HE rounds. One round hit in front of one of the Chinese trucks, blowing the engine apart and rupturing the fuel line, which resulted in an explosion that tore the two-ton truck in half.
A Willy Peter round landed just behind the burning truck showering a Fourth of July spray of hotly burning white phosphorus into half-a-dozen Chinese troopers, who screamed as the globs of WP stuck to their uniforms and quickly burned through cloth, skin, tissue, and bone. The rifle fire slackened.
Murdock had been evaluating. He had one corridor, only four rifles firing along it, to the right front. He motioned, and Magic Brown laid down a deadly stream of 7.62 rounds into the area. Three high-explosive rounds from the launchers silenced the shooters. The SEALS heard screams, and one man rose firing a rifle, but was cut down by three rounds of NATO that tore into his chest and jolted him backwards.
Murdock came to his feet and waved his arm forward. The fifteen men behind him caught the sign and raced out of the yard, over the low fence, and down a short lane to safety behind a second house.
Four Chinese charged around the side of the house in the moonlight surprised to find an enemy waiting for them. Murdock took out the first man with a three-round burst that stitched up his throat and face. He spun and lost his AK-47 rifle crashing to the ground in front of the other three men.
The other Communist grunts never got a round off as the SEALS blasted them into instant communication with their ancestors with three-round bursts from the MP-5s.
Murdock made his plan in a heartbeat. They were now thirty yards from the beach. He heard Chinese troops approaching along the street just behind the house.
With hand signals he put Magic Brown on one side of the house and Gunner's Mate Second Class Miguel Fernandez on the other side. Both men had the Mcmillan M-89 sniper rifles.
"Hold them off two minutes, then regroup on the beach directly in front of us here," Murdock whispered to Magic.
Murdock signaled the others, and they lifted off the dirt and ran--low and fast--toward the beach and past two houses. They heard the coughing of the silenced M-89s behind them; then two M-40 grenades exploded courtesy of Gunner's Mate Third Class Al Adams, who had paused a moment with Fernandez and fired the rounds before he caught up with the group.
Red Nicholson beat them all to the beach. He paused to wait for the rest, and Murdock motioned them to go prone on the beach. He checked his men. All present except the two rear guards.
He waved at Harry "Horse" Ronson, Electrician's Mate Second Class, to bring up his machine gun. He spotted it just at the edge of some tall grass where a street ended and the beach began.
"Cover for the two rear guards," Murdock whispered.
Horse nodded, set up his bipod, and angled the weapon toward the houses in front of him.
Murdock waited. He heard firing from in front that covered up what must have been the silenced rounds from the two M-89s. Then two black shadows surged from beside the last house and charged the beach. As soon as they cleared the line of fire, Horse drille
d a series of bursts from the MG alongside the house. The chatter of the machine gun shattered the sudden silence.
Murdock sent the two rear guards racing to the beach with the others and told them to tell the rest to put on their fins.
After the MG had chattered a half-dozen times more, Murdock touched Horse Ronson's shoulder. "Let's haul ass out of here."
By the time they got to the others, all were ready to swim. They all backed silently into the sea. None of the Chinese soldiers had come near the water to challenge them. They were sixteen dark shadows merging with the equally dark water.
Just before they slipped underwater, Murdock saw two Chinese fighters silhouetted against a searchlight they had driven up that was far too late. He slapped on his mask, ducked into a wave, cleared the mask, and swam into the dark water.
Murdock had tied his buddy line on to Holt just before they submerged, and now pulled up his attack board and angled directly away from shore and into the Taiwan Strait. They had a mile swim and plenty of time. Their radios had been stashed in waterproof pouches on their webbing, face masks and Draeger rebreathers positioned. Murdock sank fifteen feet below the surface and began the clockwork swim along his compass bearing.
He had the plans. Now if they were everything that the CIA thought they would be, it would be a good night's work.
Keeping his platoon together in the opaque darkness underwater was a problem for every SEAL commander. Not all of them could have attack boards. The buddy lines helped, but all sixteen couldn't be tied together.
There had been no chance to use their IBSS on this mission. They were too easy to spot, even at night. The Inflatable Boat, Small would hold eight SEALS, and with silenced motors helped the team move quickly and quietly. But not on this mission.
There could be no radio contact underwater. They had gone over the exfiltrate plans a dozen times in the submarine. Each SEAL had a waterproof wrist compass. Each man knew the correct azimuth to swim to, and with two men in each team reading the lighted devices, they should be able to rendezvous somewhere near the right spot.
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