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TableofContentsTitlePageCopyrightPageAcknowledgements
ONE-Tuesday,4:10P.M.,SeoulTWO-Tuesday,5:30
P.M.,SeoulTHREE-Tuesday,3:50
A.M,ChevyChase,MDFOUR-Tuesday,5:55
P.M.,Seoul
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FIVE-Tuesday,6:01P.M.,SeoulSIX-Tuesday,4:04A.M.,
theWhiteHouseSEVEN-Tuesday,6:05
P.M.,SeoulEIGHT-Tuesday,4:08
A.M.,ChevyChase,MDNINE-Tuesday,6:10
P.M.,SeoulTEN-Tuesday,6:13P.M.,
Nagato,JapanELEVEN-Tuesday,6:15
P.M.,Seoul
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TWELVE-Tuesday,5:15A.M.,theWhiteHouseTHIRTEEN-Tuesday,
5:25A.M.,QuanticoMarineCorpsAirStation,VAFOURTEEN-Tuesday,
7.30P.M.,SeoulFIFTEEN-Tuesday,5:55
A.M.,Washington,D.C.SIXTEEN-Tuesday,8:00
P.M.,theSeaofJapanSEVENTEEN-Tuesday,
6:02A.M.,Op-CenterEIGHTEEN-Tuesday,
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6:03A.M.,AndrewsAirForceBaseNINETEEN-Tuesday,
8:19P.M.,SeoulTWENTY-Tuesday,6:25
A.M.,Op-CenterTWENTY-ONE-Tuesday,
9:00P.M.,SeoulTWENTY-TWO-
Tuesday,7:08A.M,Virginia-KentuckyBorderTWENTY-THREE-
Tuesday,7:10A.M.,Op-Center
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TWENTY-FOUR-Tuesday,9:15P.M.,SeoulTWENTY-FIVE-
Tuesday,7:35A.M.,Op-CenterTWENTY-SIX-Tuesday,
7:45A.M.,theNationalReconnaissanceOfficeTWENTY-SEVEN-
Tuesday,9:55P.M.,SeoulTWENTY-EIGHT-
Tuesday,7:57A.M.,Op-CenterTWENTY-NINE-
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Tuesday,10:00P.M.,SeoulTHIRTY-Tuesday,8:05
A.M.,Op-CenterTHIRTY-ONE-Tuesday,
10:10P.M.,SeoulTHIRTY-TWO-Tuesday,
10:15P.M.,SeoulTHIRTY-THREE-
Tuesday,10:20P.M.,Kosong,NorthKoreaTHIRTY-FOUR-
Tuesday,8:40A.M.,Op-CenterTHIRTY-FIVE-Tuesday,
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8:55A.M.,Op-CenterTHIRTY-SIX-Tuesday,
11:07P.M.,theDMZTHIRTY-SEVEN-
Tuesday,9:10A.M.,Washington,D.C.THIRTY-EIGHT-
Tuesday,11:17P.M.,SeaofJapan,twelvemilesfromHungnam,...THIRTY-NINE-Tuesday,
8:20A.M.,theC-141overTexasFORTY-Tuesday,11:25
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P.M.,SeoulFORTY-ONE-Tuesday,
9:30A.M.,theWhiteHouseFORTY-TWO-Tuesday,
11:40P.M.,SeoulFORTY-THREE-
Tuesday,11:45P.M.,KCIAHeadquartersFORTY-FOUR-Tuesday,
10:00A.M.,Washington,D.C.FORTY-FIVE-Tuesday,
10:05A.M.,Op-CenterFORTY-SIX-Wednesday,
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12:30A.M.,outsideofSeoulFORTY-SEVEN-
Tuesday,10:50A.M.,Op-CenterFORTY-EIGHT-
Wednesday,1:10A.M.,theDiamondMountains,NorthKoreaFORTY-NINE-
Wednesday,1:15,A.M.,theDMZFIFTY-Wednesday,1:20
A.M.,YanguuVillageFIFTY-ONE-Wednesday,
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11:30A.M.,Op-CenterFIFTY-TWO-
Wednesday,1:45A.M.,theDMZFIFTY-THREE-
Wednesday,2:00A.M.,YanguuVillageFIFTY-FOUR-Tuesday,
12:30P.M.,Op-CenterFIFTY-FIVE-Wednesday,
2:35A.M.,theDiamondMountainsFIFTY-SIX-Wednesday
2:45A.M.,theDMZ
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FIFTY-SEVEN-Wednesday,2:55A.M.,SeoulFIFTY-EIGHT-Tuesday,
1:10P.M.,Op-CenterFIFTY-NINE-
Wednesday,3:30A.M.,SariwonSIXTY-Wednesday,3:45
A.M.,KCIAHeadquartersSIXTY-ONE-Tuesday,
2:00P.M.,Op-CenterSIXTY-TWO-Tuesday,
8:40A.M.,EastofMidwayIsland
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SIXTY-THREE-Wednesday,5:20A.M.,theDMZSIXTY-FOUR-Tuesday,
4:00P.M.,Op-CenterSIXTY-FIVE-
Wednesday,6:30A.M.,theDMZSIXTY-SIX-Wednesday,
7:00A.M.theDiamondMountainsSIXTY-SEVEN-
Wednesday,7:10A.M.,Osaka
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SIXTY-EIGHT-Wednesday,7:20A.M.,theDMZSIXTY-NINE-Tuesday,
5:30P.M.,Op-CenterSEVENTY-Wednesday,
7:35A.M.,theDMZSEVENTY-ONE-
Wednesday,7:48A.M.,theDiamondMountainsSEVENTY-TWO-
Wednesday,7:50A.M.,theDMZSEVENTY-THREE-
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Wednesday,7:53A.M.,SeoulSEVENTY-FOUR-
Wednesday,7:59A.M.,theDiamondMountainsSEVENTY-FIVE-
Wednesday,8:00A.M.,NorthKoreanDMZSEVENTY-SIX-
Wednesday,8:02A.M.,theroadtoYangyangSEVENTY-SEVEN-
Wednesday,6:05P.M.,Op-CenterSEVENTY-EIGHT-
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Wednesday,8:10A.M.,SeoulSEVENTY-NINE-
Wednesday,6:17A.M.,Or-CenterEIGHTY-Wednesday,
9:00A.M.,theDiamondMountainsEIGHTY-ONE-
Wednesday,7:20P.M.,Op-CenterEIGHTY-TWO-
Wednesday,9:24A.M.,theDiamondMountainsEIGHTY-THREE-
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Wednesday,7:35P.M.,Op-CenterEIGHTY-FOUR-
Wednesday,9:36A.M.,theDiamondMountainsEIGHTY-FIVE-
Wednesday,9:37A.M.,TheDiamondMountainsEIGHTY-SIX-
Wednesday,9:50A.M.,TheDiamondMountainsEIGHTY-SEVEN-
Wednesday,10:30A.M.,Seoul
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EIGHTY-EIGHT-Wednesday,9:00P.M.,Op-Center
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AcknowledgmentsWewouldliketothank
JeffRovinforhiscreativeideasandhisinvaluablecontributiontothepreparationofthemanuscript.WewouldalsoliketoacknowledgetheassistanceofMartinH.Greenberg,LarrySegriff,RobertYoudelman,Esq.,andthewonderfulpeopleatThePutnamBerkleyGroup,including
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PhyllisGrann,DavidShanks,andElizabethBeier.Asalways,wewouldliketothankRobertGottliebofTheWilliamMorrisAgency,ouragentandfriend,withoutwhomthisbookwouldneverhavebeenconceived.Butmostimportantly,itisforyou,ourreaders,todeterminehowsuccessfulourcollectiveendeavorhasbeen.
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ONETuesday,4:10P.M.,Seoul
GregoryDonaldtookasipofscotchandlookedacrossthecrowdedbar.“Doyoueverfindyourself
thinkingback,Kim?Idon’tmeantothismorningorlastweek,but—wayback?”KimHwan,Deputy
DirectoroftheKoreanCentralIntelligenceAgency,
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usedaredstirringstrawtopokeatthesliceoflemonfloatinginhisDietCoke.“Tome,Greg,thismorningiswayback.Especiallyondayslikethese.WhatIwouldn’tgivetobeonafishingboatwithmyunclePakinYangyang.”Donaldlaughed.“Ishestill
asfeistyasheusedtobe?”“Feistier.Rememberhow
heusedtohavetwofishingboats?Well,hegotridof
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one.Saidhecouldn’tstandhavingapartner.ButsometimesI’dratherbefightingfishandstormsthanbureaucrats.Yourememberwhatitwaslike.”Fromthecornerofhiseye,Hwanwatchedastwomensittingbesidehimpaidtheirtabandleft.Donaldnodded.“I
remember.That’swhyIgotout.”Hwanleanedcloser,
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lookedaround.Hiseyesnarrowed,andhisclean-cutfeaturestookonaconspiratorialedge.“Ididn’twanttosayanythingwhiletheSeoulPresseditorsweresittinghere,butdoyourealizethey’veactuallygroundedmyhelicoptersfortoday?”Donald’sbrowarchedwith
surprise.“Aretheycrazy?”“Worse.Reckless.The
pressmonkeyssaidchoppers
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crisscrossingoverheadwouldmaketoomuchnoiseandruinthesoundbites.Soifanythinghappens,there’snoaerialrecon.”Donaldfinishedhisscotch,
thenreachedintothesidepocketofhistweedjacket.“It’supsetting,butit’slikeeverywhereelse,Kim.Themarketershavetakenoverfromthetalent.It’sthatwayinintelligencework,government,evenatthe
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FriendshipSociety.Noonejustjumpsinthepoolanymore.Everything’sgottobestudiedandevaluateduntilyourinitiativeiscolderthanCuster.”Hwanshookhishead
slowly.“Iwasdisappointedwhenyouquittojointhedipcorps,butyouweresmart.Forgetaboutimprovingthewaytheagencydoesbusiness:Ispendmostofmytimefightingjusttomaintain
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thestatusquo.”“Butnoonedoesitbetter.”Hwansmiled.“BecauseI
lovetheagency,right?”Donaldnodded.Hehad
withdrawnhisBlockmeerschaumpipeandapacketofBalkanSobranietobacco.“Tellme—areyouexpectinganytroubletoday?”“We’vehadwarningsfrom
theusuallistofradicals,revolutionaries,andlunatics,butweknowwhoandwhere
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theyareandarewatchingthem.They’relikethekookswhocallintoHowardSternshowaftershow.Samecant,differentday.Butthey’remostlytalk.”Donald’sbrowarched
againashetappedinapinchoftobacco.“YougetHowardStern?”Hwanfinishedhissoda.
“No.Iheardbootlegtapeswhenwecrackedapirateringlastweek.Comeon,Greg,
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youknowthiscountry.ThegovernmentthinksOprahistoorisquemostofthetime.”Donaldlaughed,andas
Hwanturnedandsaidsomethingtothebartender,hisblueeyesonceagainmovedslowlyacrossthedarkroom.TherewereafewSouth
Koreans,butasitalwayswasinthebarsaroundthegovernmentbuilding,itwasmostlyinternationalpress:
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HeatherJacksonfromCBS,BarryBerkfromTheNewYorkTimes,GilVanderwaldfromThePacificSpectator,andotherswhomhedidn’tcaretothinkaboutortalkto.Whichwaswhyhe’dcomehereearlyandtuckedhimselfinafar,darkcornerofthebar,andwhyhiswifeSoonjihadn’tjoinedthem.LikeDonald,shefeltthepresshadnevergivenhimafairshake—notwhenhewas
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AmbassadortoKoreatwentyyearsago,andnotwhenhebecametheadviseronKoreanaffairsforOp-Centerjustthreemonthsbefore.Unlikeherhusband,though,Soonjigotangryaboutnegativepress.Gregoryhadlongagolearnedtolosehimselfinhisvintagemeerschaum,acomfortingreminderthat,likeapuffofpipesmoke,aheadlineisjustforthemoment.
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ThebartendercameandwentandHwanturnedfromthebar,hisdarkeyesonDonald,hisrightforearmlyingflatandstiffonthecounter.“Sowhatdidyoumeanby
yourquestion?”Hwanasked.“Aboutthinkingback?”Donaldputinthelastof
thetobacco.“DoyourememberafellownamedYunghilOh?”“Vaguely,”Hwansaid.
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“Heusedtoteachattheagency.”“Hewasoneofthe
foundingfathersofthepsychologydivision,”Donaldsaid.“AfascinatingoldgentlemanfromTaegu.WhenIfirstcameherein1952,Ohwasjustleaving.Beingbootedout,really.TheKCIAwastryinghardtoestablishitselfasaU.S.-style,state-of-the-artintelligencegroupand,whenhewasn’tlecturingon
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psychologicalwarfare,OhwasbusyintroducingaspectsofChondokyo.”“ReligionintheKCIA?
Faithandespionage?”“Notexactly.Itwasakind
ofspiritual,heavenlywayapproachtodeductionandinvestigationhehaddeveloped.Hetaughtthattheshadowsofthepastandfutureareallaroundus.Hebelievedthatthroughmeditation,byreflectingon
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peopleandeventsthatwereandwillbe,wecouldtouchthem.”“And?”“Andtheywouldhelpus
seetodaymoreclearly.”Hwansnickered.“No
wondertheydismissedhim.”“Hewasn’tforus,”Donald
agreed,“andfrankly,Idon’tthinkOhhadalltentoesontheground.Butit’sfunny.MoreandmoreIfindmyselfthinkinghewasonto
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something—thathewasintheneighborhood,ifnotknockingonthedoor.”Donaldreachedintohis
pocketformatches.Hwanwatchedhisone-timementorclosely.“Anythingyoucanput
yourfingeron?”“No,”Gregoryadmitted.
“Justafeeling.”Hwanscratchedhisright
forearmslowly.“Youalwaysdidhaveaninterestin
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unusualpeople.”“Whynot?There’salways
achanceyoucanlearnsomethingfromthem.”“Likethatoldtaekwondo
master.Theoneyoubroughtintoteachusnaginata.”Donaldstruckawooden
matchand,cuppingthebowlofthepipeinhislefthand,heputtheflametothetobacco.“Thatwasagoodprogram,onetheyshouldhaveexpanded.Youneverknow
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whenyou’llbeunarmedandhavetodefendyourselfwithatightlyrollednewspaperora—”Thesteakknifeflew
swiftlyfromunderHwan’srightforearmasheslidfromthebarstool.InthesameinstantDonald
archedbackand,stillholdingthebowlofthepipe,hiswristtwistedandswungthestraightstemofthemeerschaumtowardHwan.
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Heparriedthelightningthrustoftheknifeand,bringingthepipearounditcounterclockwise,sothestemwaspointingstraightdown,acounterparryofquarte,heknockedthebladetotheleft.Hwanpulledtheknifeback
andthrustforward;Donaldflickedhiswristandbatteditleftagain,andthenathirdtime.Hisyoungopponentwentlowthistime,slashingtowardtheright;Donald’s
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elbowcockedtotheside,broughtthestemdowntomeettheknife,andparriedthethrustagain.Thedelicateclack-click-
clackoftheirsparringdrewtheattentionofthepeoplenearestthem.Headsturnedasthemendueled,forearmsmovinginandoutlikepistons,wristspivotingwithprecisionandfinesse.“Isthisforreal?”askeda
techiewithaCNNT-shirt.
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Neithermansaidanything.Theyseemedoblivioustoeveryoneastheyfought,theireyeslockedtogether,expressionsflat,bodiesmotionlesssavefortheirleftarms.Theywerebreathingfastthroughtheirnoses,theirlipspressedtightlytogether.Theweaponscontinuedto
flashasthecrowdclosedaroundthecombatantsinathicksemicircle.Finally,therewasablindingseriesas
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Hwanlunged,Donaldcaughttheknifeinoctave,boundituptosixte,andthenusedaprise-de-fermovetorollHwan’shandslightly.Donaldfollowedupbyreleasingthebladebriefly,thengivingitahardspankinseptime,sendingthebladetothefloor.Hiseyesremainedfixedon
thoseofHwan;withaslightmoveofhisrighthand,Donaldextinguishedthematchthatwasstillburning
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there.Thecrowdburstinto
applauseandwhoops,andseveralpeoplemovedintopatDonaldontheback.Hwangrinnedandextendedhishandand,smiling,Donaldclaspeditbetweenbothofhis.“You’restillamazing,”
Hwansaid.“Youwereholdingback
—”“Onlyonthefirstmove,in
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caseyouwereslow.Butyouweren’t.Youmovelikeaghostyourself.”“Likeaghost?”saida
sweetvoicefrombehindDonald.Donaldturnedashiswife
madeherwaythroughthedispersingspectators.Heryouthfulbeautydrewstaresfromthemenofthepress.“Thatwasashameless
display,”shesaidtoherhusband.“Itwaslike
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watchingInspectorClouseauandhismanservant.”Hwanbowedatthewaist
asDonaldhookedhisarmaroundhiswife’swaist.Hepulledhercloseandkissedher.“Thatwasn’tmeantfor
youreyes,”Donaldsaid,strikinganewmatchandfinallylightinghispipe.Heglancedattheneonclockabovethebar.“IthoughtIwassupposedtomeetyouat
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thegrandstandinfifteenminutes.”“Thatwasago.”Helookedathercuriously.“Fifteenminutesago.”Donald’seyesfell.Heran
ahandthroughhissilverhair.“Sorry.KimandIgottocomparinghorrorstoriesanddeeplyheldpersonalphilosophies.”“Manyofwhichturnedout
tobethesamething,”Hwannoted.
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Soonjismiled.“Ihadafeelingthataftertwoyearsyouwouldhavealottotalkabout.”Shelookedatherhusband.“Honey,ifyouwanttocontinuetalkingorfencewithotherutensilsaftertheceremony,Icancancelthatdinnerwithmyparents—”“No,”Hwansaidquickly.
“Don’tdothat.I’llhavethepost-eventanalysistodo,andthatwillruntilllateintheevening.Besides,Imetyour
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fatheratthewedding.He’saverylargeman.I’lltryandcometoWashingtonsoonandspendsometimewithyouboth.MaybeI’llevenfindmyselfanAmericanwife,sinceGregtookthebestwomaninKoreaforhimself.”Soonjigavehimasmall
smile.“Someonehadtoshowhimhowtolightenup.”Hwantoldthebartenderto
putthedrinksontheKCIAtab,thenretrievedtheknife,
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laiditonthebar,andregardedhisoldfriend.“BeforeIgo,though,Idowanttotellyouthis:I’vemissedyou,Greg.”Donaldgesturedtowardthe
knife.“I’mglad.”Soonjismackedhimonthe
shoulder.Hereachedaroundandbrushedhercheekwiththebackofhishand.“Imeanit,”Hwansaid.
“I’vebeenthinkingalotabouttheyearsafterthewar,
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whenyoulookedafterme.Hadmyownparentslived,Icouldnothavehadamorelovingfamily.”Hwanbowedhishead
quicklyandleft;Donaldlookeddown.Soonjiwatchedhimgo,
thenplacedaslenderhandonherhusband’sshoulder.“Thereweretearsinhiseyes.”“Iknow.”“Heleftquicklybecausehe
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didn’twanttoupsetyou.”Donaldnodded,then
lookedupathiswife,atthewomanwhohadshowedhimthatwisdomandyoutharenotmutuallyexclusive...andthatapartfromittakingahelluvalongtimetostandupstraightinthemorning,agereallywasastateofmind.“That’swhatmakeshimso
special,”DonaldsaidasHwansteppedintothebrightsunlight.“Kim’ssoftinside,
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hardoutside.YunghilOhusedtosaythatwasarmorforeveryeventuality.”“YunghilOh?”Donaldtookherhandand
ledherfromthebar.“AmanwhousedtoworkattheKCIA,someoneI’mbeginningtowishI’dgottentoknowalittlebitbetter.”Trailingathinlineof
smokebehindhim,Donaldescortedhiswifeontobroad,crowdedChonggyechonno.
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Turningnorth,theystrolledhand-in-handtowardtheimposingKyongbokPalace,atthebackoftheoldCapitolBuilding,firstbuiltin1392andrebuiltin1867.Astheyneared,theycouldseethelongblueVIPgrandstand,andwhatpromisedtobeacuriousblendofboredomandspectacleasSouthKoreacelebratedtheanniversaryoftheelectionofitsfirstPresident.
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TWOTuesday,5:30P.M.,Seoul
Thebasementofthecondemnedhotelsmelledofthepeoplewhosleptthereatnight;themusky,liquor-tingedscentofthepoorandforgotten,thoseforwhomthisday,thisanniversary,meantonlyachancetogetafewextracoinsfromthepeoplewhowerecomingto
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watch.Butthoughthepermanentboardersweregone,beggingfortheirdailybread,thesmallbrickroomwasn’tempty.Amanliftedthestreet-
levelwindowandslidin,followedbytwoothers.Tenminutesbefore,thethreehadbeenintheirownhotelsuiteattheSavoy,theirbaseofoperations,whereeachmanhaddressedinnondescriptstreetclothing.Eachman
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carriedablackduffelbagwithoutmarkings;twohandledtheirbagswithrespectwhilethethirdman,whoworeaneyepatch,tooknocare.Hewalkedtowherethehomelesshadcollectedbrokenchairsandtornclothing,placedhisbagonanold,woodenschooldesk,anddrewopenthezipper.Pullingapairofbootsfrom
within,Eyepatchhandedthemtooneofthemen;a
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secondpairwenttothenextman,andEyepatchkeptthethird.Workingquickly,themen
removedtheirownboots,hidthemamongapileofoldshoes,andslippedonthenewpair.Reachingbackintothebag,Eyepatchremovedabottleofspringwaterbeforestowingtheduffelbaginadarkcorneroftheroom.Thebagwasn’tempty,butrightnowtheydidn’tneedwhat
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wasinside.Soonenough,Eyepatch
thought.Ifallwentwell,verysoon.Holdingthewaterinhis
glovedhand,Eyepatchreturnedtothewindow,raisedit,andlookedout.Thealleywasclear.He
noddedtohiscompanions.Squeezingthroughthe
window,Eyepatchturnedandhelpedtheothersoutwiththeirbags.Whentheywere
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backinthealley,heopenedtheplasticbottleandthemendrankmostofthewater;withnearlyaquarterofabottlestillremaining,hedroppedthecontainerandsteppedonit,splashingwatereverywhere.Then,withthetwobagsin
hand,themencrossedthedirtyalley,makingsuretheywalkedthroughthewaterastheyheadedtowardChonggyechonno.
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Fifteenminutesbeforethespeechesweretobegin,KwangHoandKwangLee—K-OneandK-Two,astheywereknowntofriendsatthegovernmentpressoffice—weremakingafinaltestofthesoundsystem.Tallandslender,K-One
stoodatthepodium,hisredblazerastarkcontrastagainstthestatelyedificebehindhim.Threehundredyardsaway,
behindthegrandstand,thetall
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andlargeK-Twosatinthesoundtruck,hunchedoveraconsoleandsnuggledbeneathearphonesthatpickedupeverythinghispartnerwassaying.K-Onesteppedbeforethe
leftmostofthethreemicrophones.“There’sanextremelyfat
ladysittingonthetopofthegrandstand,”hesaid.“Ithinktheseatsmaycollapse.”K-Twosmiledandresisted
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theurgetoputhiscolleagueonloudspeaker.Instead,hepressedabuttonontheconsolebeforehim:aredlightwentonunderthemicrophone,indicatingthatthemicrophonewason.K-Onecovereditwithhis
lefthandandmovedtothecentermicrophone.“Canyouimaginewhatit
wouldbelikemakinglovetoher?”K-Onesaid.“Herperspirationalonewould
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drownyou.”Thetemptationgrew
stronger.Instead,K-Twopressedthenextbuttonontheconsole.Theredlightwenton.K-Onecoveredthemiddle
microphonewithhisrighthandandspokeintothethird.“Oh,”saidK-One,“I’m
terriblysorry.That’syourcousinCh’un.Ididn’tknow,Kwang.Truly.”K-Twopunchedthelast
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buttonandwatchedasK-OnewalkedtowardtheCNNtrucktomakesuretheirfeedfromthepresstruckwassecure.Heshookhishead.One
dayhe’ddoit.Hereallywould.He’dwaituntiltheesteemedsoundengineersaidsomethingreallyembarrassingand—Theworldwentblackand
K-Twoslumpedoverhisconsole.Eyepatchshovedthebig
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mantothefloorofthesoundtruckandstuffedtheblackjackinhispocket.Whilehebeganunscrewingthetopoftheconsole,onemangingerlyopenedtheduffelbagswhilethethirdstoodinsidethedoor,ablackjackinhandincasetheothermanreturned.Workingquickly,Eyepatch
liftedthemetalfaceplate,leaneditagainstthewall,andexaminedthewires.Whenhe
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foundtheonehewaslookingfor,helookedathiswatch.Theyhadsevenminutes.“Hurry,”hesnarled.Theothermannoddedas
hecarefullyremovedthebrickofplasticexplosivefromeachduffelbag.Hepressedthemtotheundersideoftheconsole,welloutofsight;whenhewasfinished,Eyepatchremovedtwowiresfromtheduffelbagsandhandedthemover.Theman
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insertedtheendofawireintoeachbrick,thenhandedtheotherendstoEyepatch.Eyepatchlookedoutthe
smallone-waywindowatthepodium.Thepoliticianshadstartedtomovein.Thetraitorsandpatriotsbothwerechattingamiablyamongthemselves;noonewouldnoticethatanythingwasamiss.Punchingoffthethree
switchesthatcontrolledthe
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microphones,Eyepatchquicklyknottedtheendoftheplastiquewirestothewiresofthesoundsystem.Whenhewasfinished,Eyepatchreplacedthemetalplate.Histwomeneachgrabbed
anemptyduffelbagand,asquietlyastheyhadentered,thethreemendeparted.
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THREETuesday,3:50
A.M,ChevyChase,MD
PaulHoodrolledoverandlookedattheclock.Thenhelaybackandpushedahandthroughhisblackhair.Notevenfour.Damn.Itdidn’tmakesense;it
neverdid.Therewasnocatastropheintheoffing,no
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ongoingsituation,nocrisislooming.Yetmostnightssincetheymovedhere,hisactivelittlemindhadgentlynudgedhimfromsleepandsaid,“Fourhoursofsleepisenough,Mr.Director!Timetogetupandworryaboutsomething.”Nutstothat.Op-Center
occupiedhimanaverageoftwelvehoursmostdays,andsometimes—duringahostagesituationorstakeout—exactly
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doublethat.Itwasn’tfairthatitshouldalsoholdhimprisonerinthesmallhoursofthenight.Asthoughyou’vegota
choice.FromhisearliestdaysasaninvestmentbankerthroughhisstintasDeputyAssistantSecretaryoftheTreasurytorunningoneoftheworld’smostbizarreandintoxicatingcities,hehadalwaysbeenaprisonerofhismind.Ofwonderingifthere
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wasabetterwaytodosomething,oradetailhemighthaveoverlooked,orsomeoneheforgottothankorrebuke...orevenkiss.Paulabsentlyrubbedhis
jaw,withitsstronglinesanddeepcreases.Thenhelookedoverathiswife,lyingonherside.GodblessSharon.She
alwaysmanagedtosleepthesleepofthejust.Butthen,shewasmarriedtohimandthat
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wouldexhaustanyone.Ordrivethemtoseeanattorney.Orboth.Heresistedtheurgeto
touchherstrawberry-blondehair.Attheveryleastherhair.ThefullJunemooncastherslenderbodyinasharpwhitelight,makingherlooklikeaGreekstatue.Shewasforty-one,NordicTrackslim,andlookedtenyearsyounger—andshestillhadtheenergyofagirltenyearsyounger
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thanthat.Sharonwasamazing,
really.WhenhewastheMayorofLosAngeles,hewouldcomehomeandhavealatedinner,usuallytalkingonthephonebetweensaladandSanka,whileshegotthekidsreadyforbed.Thenshewouldsitdownwithhimorsnuggleonthecouchandlieconvincingly—tellhimnothingimportanthadhappened,thathervolunteer
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workatthepediatricswardofCedarswentsmoothly.Sheheldbacksothathecouldopenupanddumphisday’stroublesonher.No,heremembered.
Nothingimportanthappened.OnlyAlexander’sterribleboutswithasthmaorHarleigh’sproblemswiththekidsatschoolorhatecallsandmailandpackagesfromtheradicalright,theextremeleft,and,evenonce,Express
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Mailfromabipartisanunionofthetwo.Nothinghappened.Oneofthereasonshe
optednottorunforreelectionwasbecausehefelthiskidsweregrowingupwithouthim.Orhewasgrowingoldwithoutthem...hewasn’tsurewhichdisturbedhimmore.AndevenSharon,hisrock,wasstartingtopushhim,forthesakeofallofthem,tofindsomethinga
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littlelessabsorbing.Sixmonthsbefore,when
thePresidentofferedhimthedirectorshipofOp-Center,alargelyautonomousnewagencythatthepresshadn’tquitediscovered,Hoodhadbeenpreparingtogobackintobanking.Butwhenhementionedtheoffertohisfamily,histen-year-oldsonandtwelve-year-olddaughterseemedthrilledbytheideaofmovingtoWashington.
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SharonhadfamilyinVirginia—andasSharonandhebothknew,cloakanddaggerworkhadtobemoreinterestingthancheckanddollarwork.Paulturnedontohisside,
stretchedahandtojustaninchaboveSharon’sbare,alabastershoulder.NoneoftheeditorialwritersinLosAngelesevergotit.TheysawSharon’scharmandwit,andwatchedhercharmpeopleawayfrombaconand
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doughnutsonthehalf-hourweeklyMcDonnellHealthyFoodReportoncable,buttheyneverrealizedhowmuchherstrengthandstabilityenabledhimtosucceed.Hemovedhishand
throughtheair,alongherwhitearm.Theyneededtodothisonabeachsomewhere.Someplacewhereshewouldn’tworryaboutthekidshearingorthephoneringingortheUPStruck
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pullingup.Ithadbeenawhilesincethey’dgoneanywhere.NotsincecomingtoD.C.,infact.Ifonlyhecouldrelax,not
worryabouthowthingsweregoingatOp-Center.MikeRodgerswascapableashell,butwithhislucktheagencywouldscoreitsfirstbigcrisiswhilehewasonPitcairnIsland,anditwouldtakehimweekstogetback.ItwouldkillhimifRodgersever
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handedhimawinlikethat,neatlywrapped.Thereyougoagain.Paulshookhishead.Here
hewas,lyingnexttooneofthesexiest,mostlovingladiesinD.C.,andhismindhadwanderedtowork.Itwasn’ttimeforatrip,hetoldhimself.Itwastimeforalobotomy.Hewasfilledwitha
mixtureofloveandneedashewatchedSharon’sslow
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breathing,herbreastsrising—beckoning,hefancied.Extendinghishandpastherarm,heallowedhisfingerstohoveroverthesheerfabricofherteddy.Letthechildrenwake.Whatwouldtheyhear?Thathelovedtheirmother,andshelovedhim?Hisfingershadjust
brushedhersilkenteddywhenheheardthecryfromtheotherroom.
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FOURTuesday,5:55P.M.,Seoul
“Youreallyoughttospendmoretimewithhim,Gregory.You’reglowing,doyouknowthat?”Donaldtappedouthispipe
againsttheseatofthegrandstand.Hewatchedtheashesfallfromthetoprowtothestreetbelow,thenputthepipebackinitscase.
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“Whydon’tyouvisitforaweekortwoatatime?IcanruntheSocietyalone.”Donaldlookedintoher
eyes.“BecauseIneedyounow.”“Youcanhaveboth.What
wasthatTomJonessongmymotherwasalwaysplaying?‘Myhearthasloveenoughfortwo...’”Donaldlaughed.“Soonji,
Kimdidmoreformethanhe’lleverknow.Takinghim
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homefromtheorphanageeachdayhelpedkeepmesane.TherewasakindofkarmicbalancetohisinnocenceandthemayhemwewereplanningatKCIAandwhenIworkedattheEmbassy.”Soonji’sbrowknit.“What
doesthathavetodowithseeingmoreofhim?”“Whenwe’retogether—I
guessit’spartcultural,andpartKim,butIwasnever
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abletoinstillinhimthattraitAmericankidsembracesoeasily:forgetyourfolksandhaveagoodtime.”“Howcanyouexpecthim
toforgetyou?”“Idon’t,buthefeelsas
thoughhecan’tdoenoughforme,andhetakesthatvery,verypersonally.TheKCIAdoesn’thaveatabatthatbar.Hedoes.Heknewhewouldn’twinourfight,buthewaswillingtoacceptapublic
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drubbingforme.Whenwe’retogether,hecarrieshissenseofobligationwithhimlikeamillstone.Idon’twantthateatingathim.”Soonjihookedanarm
throughhisandpushedbackherhairwithherfreehand.“You’rewrong.Youshouldlethimloveyouasheneeds—”Shefrozeforamomentandthenshoterect.“Soon?Whatisit?”Soonjifiredalooktoward
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thebar.“Theearringsyougavemeforouranniversary.Oneofthemismissing.”“Maybeyouleftithome.”“No.Ihaditinthebar.”“Right.IfeltitwhenI
brushedyourcheek—”Soonjishothimalook.
“ThathadtobewhenIlostit.”Shestoodandhurriedtotheendofthegrandstand.“I’llberightback!”“Whydon’tIcallthem?”
Donaldshouted.“Someone
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heremusthaveacellular—”Butshewasalreadygone,
makingherwaydownthestepsand,amomentlater,hurryingdownthestreettowardthebar.Donaldslumpedforward
andrestedhiselbowsonhisknees.Thepoorgirlwouldbe
devastatedifitwaslost.He’djusthadtheearringscustom-madefortheirsecondanniversary,withtwosmall
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emeralds,herfavoritestones.Hecouldhaveitmadeover,butitwouldn’tbethesame.AndSoonjiwouldcarryherguiltaround.Heshookhisheadslowly.
Howwasitwithhimthateverytimeheshowedsomeonelove,itcamebackaspain?Kim,Soonji—Maybeitwashim.Bad
karmaorsinsinapreviouslifeormaybehewasablackcatwitharesume.
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Leaningback,GregoryturnedhiseyestowardthepodiumasthePresidentoftheNationalAssemblysteppedtothemicrophone.
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FIVETuesday,6:01P.M.,Seoul
ParkDukhadthefaceofacat,roundandunworried,witheyesthatwerewiseandalert.Asherosefromhisseat
andmovedtothepodium,thepeopleinthegrandstandandthecrowdstandingbeloweruptedintoapplause.Heraisedhishandsin
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acknowledgment,framedmajesticallybythestatelypalace,withitswalledgroundsandcollectionofoldpagodasfromotherpartsofthecountry.GregoryDonaldclenched
histeeth,caughthimself,thenreturnedhisexpressiontoneutral.AsPresidentoftheU.S./KoreanFriendshipSocietyinWashington,hehadtobenonpoliticalaspertainedtomattersinSouth
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Korea.IfthepeoplewantedreunificationwiththeNorth,hehadtogoalongwiththatinpublic.Iftheydidn’t,hehadtogoalongwiththatinpublic.Privately,heyearnedforit.
NorthandSouthbothhadagreatdealtooffereachotherandtheworld,culturally,religiously,andeconomically,andthewholewouldbegreaterthanthesumofitsparts.
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Duk,aveteranofthewarandafierceanti-Communist,wasopposedtoeventalkingaboutit.Donaldcouldrespecthispolitics,ifhetried—buthecouldneverrespectanyonewhofoundasubjectsodistastefulitcouldn’tevenbedebated.Peoplelikethatweretyrantsinthemaking.Aftertoo-longapplause,
Dukputhishandsdown,leanedtowardthepodium,andspoke.Thoughhislips
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moved,nothingcameout.Dukdrewbackand,witha
Cheshiregrin,tappedthemicrophone.“Unificationists!”hesaid
tothepoliticiansseatedinarowbehindhim,andseveralapplaudedlightly.Therewerecheersfromnearbymembersofthecrowdwhohadheardhim.Donaldallowedhimselfa
littlefrown.Dukreallybuggedhim,asmuchforhis
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smoothmannerasthegrowingsizeofhisfollowing.Aredflashcaught
Donald’seyeas,fromsomewherebehindtheaugustgathering,afigureinaredblazerwentracingtothesoundtruck.They’dhavethisfixedin
notime.Fromthe1988Olympics,Donaldrememberedjusthowgoodthefocused,savvySouthKoreanswereat
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troubleshooting.Helostthefrownashe
turnedtolookbacktowardthebarandsawSoonjirunningtowardhim.Herarmwasraisedintriumph,andhethankedGodthatatleastsomethingwentrighttoday.
KimHwansatinanunmarkedcaronSajingo,southofthePalace,twohundredyardsbehindwherethepodiumhadbeenerected.
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Fromhere,hehadacompleteviewofthesquareandofhisagentsonrooftopsandinwindows.HewatchedasDukapproachedandthensteppedbackfromthepodium.Nosoundfroma
bureaucrat:nowtherewashisdefinitionofaperfectworld.Heraisedthefieldglasses
sittingbesidehim.Dukwasstandingthere,noddingtoacolytesinthecrowd.Well,likeitornot,thiswaswhat
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democracywasallabout.ItwasbetterthantheeightyearsthattheyhadGeneralChunDooHwanrunningthingsasheadofthemartiallawcommand.Kimdidn’tlikehissuccessor,RohTaeWoo,anybetterwhenhewaselectedPresidentin1987,butatleasthewaselected.Heturnedtheglasses
towardGregoryandwonderedwhereSoonjihadgone.
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Ifanyothermanhadwonhisformerassistant,Hwanwouldhavehatedhimtohislastbreath.Hehadalwayslovedher,butKCIApolicyforbaderelationshipsamongemployees;itwouldbetooeasyforinfiltratorstogetinformationbyplacingasecretaryorresearcheronstaffandhavinghercourtanofficial.Shewasalmostworth
quittingfor,butthatwould
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havebrokenGregory’sheart.HismentorhadalwaysfeltthatHwanhadthemindandsoulandsensitivepoliticalinstinctsofaKCIAman,andhadspentasmallfortuneeducatinghimandpreparinghimforthatlife.Evenasthickastheredtapegotattimes,HwanknewthatGregorywasright:thiswasthelifeforhim.Therewasabeeptohis
left,andKimloweredthe
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glasses.Awidebandradiowassetinthedashboardofthecar;whenanyoneneededtotalktohim,atonesoundedandaredlightflashedabovethebuttonthataccessedtheirstation.Alightcameonfromthe
operativestationedatopYi’sDepartmentStore.Hwanpunchedthebutton.
“Hwanhere.Over.”“Sir,wehavealonefigure
inaredblazerrunningtoward
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thesoundtruck.Over.”“Willcheck.Over.”Hwanpickedupthe
portablephoneandcalledtheofficeoftheeventcoordinatoratthePalace.Aharriedvoicesaid,“Yes
—whatisit?”“ThisisKimHwan.Isthat
yourmangoingtothesoundtruck?”“Itis.Incaseyoudidn’t
notice,ouraudioisdown.Maybeoneofyourmendidit
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whentheywerecheckingthestageforexplosives.”“Iftheydid,we’lltake
awaytheirbones.”Therewasalongsilence.“Theirdogbones.Wehad
thesniffsquadout.”“That’sgreat,”saidthe
coordinator.“Oneofthemmighthaveurinatedonawire.”“Politicalcommentary,”
Hwansaid.“Iwantyoutostayonthelinetillyouhear
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something.”Anotherlongsilence.
Suddenlyafarawayvoicecrackledthroughthephone.“MyGod!K-Two—”Hwanwasalert.“Turnup
yourradio.Iwanttohearwhathesays.”Thevolumerose.“K-One,what’swrong?”
thecoordinatorasked“Sir—K-Twoisonthe
floor.Hishead’sbleeding.Hemusthavefallen.”
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“Checktheconsole.”Therewasatensesilence.
“Themicrophonesareoff.Butwecheckedthem.Whywouldhehavedonethat?”“Turnthembackon—”“Allright.”Hwan’seyesnarrowed.He
squeezedthereceivertightlyandwasalreadystartingoutthedoor.“Tellhimnottotouchanything!”heshouted.“Someonemayhavegotteninthereand—”
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Therewasaflash,andtherestofhissentencewasdrownedoutbyamassiveblast.
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SIXTuesday,4:04
A.M.,theWhiteHouse
TheSTU-3securedphoneonthenightstandrang.Theconsolehadarectangular,lightedscreenontopwithanLEDdisplaygivingthenameandnumberofthepersoncalling,andwhetherornotthelinewassecure.
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Notquiteawake,PresidentMichaelLawrencedidn’tlookatthescreenashereachedforthereceiver.“Yes?”“Mr.President,wehavea
situation.”ThePresidentclimbedto
anelbow.Nowhelookedatthescreen:itwasStevenBurkow,theNationalSecuritychief.Belowhisphonenumber,itsaidConfidential—notSecretor
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TopSecret.ThePresidentdugthepalm
ofhisfreehandintohislefteye.“Whatisit?”heaskedasherubbedhispalmintotheothereyeandlookedattheclockbesidethephone.“Sir,sevenminutesago
therewasanexplosioninSeoul,outsidethePalace.”“Thecelebration,”hesaid
knowingly.“Howbad?”“Ijusttookaquicklookat
thevideo.Thereappearsto
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havebeenhundredsofcasualties,possiblyseveraldozendeaths.”“Anyofourpeople?”“Idon’tknow.”“Terrorism?”“Itappearstobe.Asound
truckwasobliterated.”“Hasanyonecalledto
claimresponsibility?”“Kaltisonthephonewith
theKCIArightnow.Sofar,noone.”ThePresidentwasalready
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onhisfeet.“CallAv,Mel,Greg,Ernie,andPaulandhavethemmeetusintheSituationRoomatfive-fifteen.WasLibbythere?”“Notyet.Shewasenroute
fromtheEmbassy—wantedtobelateforDuk’sspeech.”“Goodgirl.Getheronthe
phone;I’lltakeitdownstairs.AndcalltheVicePresidentinPakistanandaskhimtocomebackthisafternoon.”Hangingup,thePresident
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tappedtheintercombesidethephoneandaskedhisvalettotakeoutablacksuit,redtie.Powerclothes,incasehehadtotalktothemediaanddidn’thavetimetochange.Ashehurriedacrossthe
softcarpettothebathroom,MeganLawrencestirred;heheardhercallhisnamesoftly,butheignoredherasheshutthebathroomdoor.
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SEVENTuesday,6:05P.M.,Seoul
Thethreemenwalkedcalmlydownthealley.Whentheyreachedthewindowoftheoldhotel,thetwomenslidinwhileEyepatchwatchedthestreet.Whentheywereinside,hefollowedquickly.Eyepatchhurriedtothe
duffelbaghehadleftbehind
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andpulledthreebundlesfrominside.HekepttheSouthKoreancaptain’suniformforhimself,andtossedthenoncomuniformstotheothers.Theyremovedtheirboots,stuffedtheminthebagwiththeirclothes,andquicklydonnedtheuniforms.Whentheywerefinished,
Eyepatchwentbacktothewindow,climbedthrough,andmotionedfortheotherstojoinhim.Bagsinhand,they
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quicklycrossedthealleyandwalkedawayfromthePalace,towardthesidestreetwhereafourthmanwaitedinanidlingjeep.Assoonastheywereseated,thejeeppulledontoChonggyechonnoandheadedawayfromtheexplosion,towardthenorth.
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EIGHTTuesday,4:08
A.M.,ChevyChase,MD
Quietlyshuttingthebedroomdoor,PaulHoodwalkedovertohisson’sbed,layahandoverhiseyes,andswitchedonthelampbesidehisbed.“Dad—”theboywheezed.“Iknow,”Hoodsaidsoftly.
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Hecrackedhisfingerstoadmitthelightslowly,thenreachedunderthenightstandandtookoutthePulmoAide.Flippingthelidofthelunchbox-sizedunit,HooduncoiledthetubeandhandedittoAlexander.TheboyputoneendinhismouthwhilehisfathereyedroppedtheVentolinsolutionintotheslotontop.“Isupposeyou’llwantto
kickmybuttwhileyoudo
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this?”Theboynoddedgravely.“I’mgoingtoteachyou
chess,youknow.”Alexandershrugged.“It’sagamewhereyoucan
kickmentalbutt.That’salotmoresatisfying.”Alexandermadeaface.Afterswitchingontheunit,
HoodwalkedovertothesmallTrinitroninthecorneroftheroom,turnedontheGenesisunit,thenreturned
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withapairofjoysticksastheMortalKombatlogoblazedontothescreen.“Anddon’tputinthe
passwordforthebloodyversion,”Hoodsaidbeforehandingonetotheboy.“Idon’twantmyheartbeingtornouttonight.”Hisson’seyeswentwide.“That’sright.Iknowall
abouttheA,B,A,C,A,B,BsequenceontheCodeofHonorscreen.Iwatchedyou
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doitlasttime,andIhadMattStolltellmewhatitwasallabout.”Theboy’seyeswerestill
saucersashisfathersatontheedgeofthebed.“Yeah...youdon’tmess
withOp-Centertechno-weenies,kid.Ortheirboss.”Withthenebulizer
mouthpieceheldfirmlybetweenhislips,AlexandermadeapointofpressingjusttheStartbutton.Soon,the
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roomwasfilledwithgruntsandsharpslapsasLiuKangandJohnnyCagebattledforsupremacyonthevideoscreen.Forthefirsttime,theelder
Hoodwasbeginningtoholdhisownwhenthephonerang.Atthishour,itcouldonlybeawrongnumberoracrisis.Heheardthefloorboards
creak,andamomentlaterSharonpokedherheadin.“It’sSteveBurkow.”
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Hoodwasinstantlyenergized.Atthishour,ithadtobesomethingbig.Alexanderhadusedthe
distractiontohithisfather’sproxywithtwoquickflyingkicks,andasHoodroseJohnnyCagefellbackward,dead.“Atleastyoudon’tgetto
ripoutmyheart,”Hoodsaidashesetthejoystickdownandheadedtowardthedoor.Nowhiswife’seyeswere
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wide.“Guytalk,”Hoodsaidas
hehurriedpasther,givingheralovingpatonthebehindwhenhewasbehindthedoor.Thebedroomphonewasa
secureline,notaportable.HoodwasonitforonlyaslongasittookfortheNationalSecurityAdvisertotellhimabouttheexplosionandtocometothemeetingintheSituationRoom.Sharonsaunteredin.From
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thebedroom,HoodheardthesoundsofcombatasAlexanderbattledthecomputer.“SorryIdidn’thearhim,”
shesaid.Hoodsteppedfromhis
pajamabottomsandpulledonhispants.“It’sokay.Iwasupanyway.”Shecockedherhead
towardthephone.“Isitbig?”“TerrorisminSeoul,a
bombblast.That’sallI
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know.”Sherubbedherbarearms.
“Byanychance,wereyoutouchingmeinbed?”Hoodsnatchedawhite
shirtfromtheclosetdoorknobandhalfsmiled.“Iwasthinkingaboutit.”“Mmmm...must’vecome
throughinmydream.Icouldswearyoudid.”Sittingonthebed,Hood
slidintohisThomMcCanns.Sharonsatdownbeside
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himandstrokedhisbackashetiedhisshoes.“Paul,doyouknowwhatweneed?”“Avacation,”hesaid.“Notjustavacation.Time
away—alone.”Hestoodandgrabbedhis
watch,wallet,keys,andsecuritypassfromthenightstand.“Iwasjustlyinghere,thinkingthat.”Sharondidn’tsayanything;
hertwistedmouthsaiditall.“Ipromise,we’llhaveit,”
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hesaid,gentlykissingheronthehead.“Iloveyou,andassoonasIsavetheworld,we’llgoandexploresomepartofit.”“Callme?”Sharonsaid,
followinghimoutthedoor.“Iwill,”hesaidashe
joggeddownthehall,tookthestairstwoatatime,andflewoutthefrontdoor.
AshebackedtheVolvofromthedriveway,Hood
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punchedinMikeRodgers’snumberandputhimonspeaker.Thephonebarelyrang
once.Therewassilenceontheotherend.“Mike?”“Yeah,Paul,”Rodgers
said.“Iheard.”Heheard?Hoodscowled.
HelikedRodgers,headmiredhimagreatdeal,andhedependedonhimevenmore.ButHoodpromisedhimself
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thatifthedayevercamethathecaughtthetwo-starGeneraloff-guard,hewouldretire.Becausehisprofessionallifejustwouldn’tgetanybetterthanthat.“Whotoldyou?”Hood
asked.“SomeoneatthebaseinSeoul?”“No,”saidRodgers.“Isaw
itonCNN.”Thescowldeepened.Hood
himselfcouldn’tsleep,buthewasbeginningtothink
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Rodgersdidn’trequiresleep.Maybebachelorshadmoreenergy,ormaybehe’dmadeadealwiththedevil.He’dhavehisanswerifoneofhistwenty-year-oldgirlfriendseverlandedhim,orwhenanothersixandahalfyearspassed,whichevercamefirst.Sincethecarphonewasn’t
secure,Hoodhadtocouchhisinstructionswithcare.“Mike,I’monmywayto
seetheboss.Idon’tknow
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whathe’sgoingtosay,butIwantyoutogetaStrikerteamonthefield.”“Goodidea.Anyreasonto
thinkhe’llfinallyletusplayabroad?”“None,”Hoodsaid.“Butif
hedecideshewantstoplayhardballwithsomeone,atleastwe’vegotaheadstart.”“Ilikeit,”Rodgerssaid.
“AsLordNelsonputitattheBattleofCopenhagen,‘Markyou!Iwouldnotbe
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elsewhereforthousands.’”Hoodhungup,feeling
strangelyuneasyaboutRodgers’sremark.Butheputitfromhismindashecallednight-shiftAssistantDirectorCurtHardawayandinstructedhimtohavetheprimeteamintheofficebyfive-thirty.HealsoaskedhimtotrackdownGregoryDonald,whohadbeeninvitedtothecelebration—andwhohehopedwasallright.
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NINETuesday,6:10P.M.,Seoul
GregoryDonaldhadbeenknockeddownthreerowsfromwherehe’dbeensitting,buthe’dlandedonsomeonewhohadcushionedhisfall.Hisbenefactor,alargewoman,wasstrugglingtogetupandDonaldrolledoff,takingcarenottolandontheyoungmanbesidehim.
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“I’msorry,”hesaid,bendingclosetothewoman.“Areyouallright?”Thewomandidn’tlookup,
andonlywhenheaskedagaindidDonaldbecomeawareoftheloudringinginhisears.Hetouchedafingertohisears;therewasnoblood,butheknewitwouldbeawhilebeforeheheardanythingclearly.Hesatthereforamoment,
collectinghiswits.Hisfirst
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thoughtwasthatthegrandstandhadcollapsed,butthatclearlywasn’tthecase.Thenherememberedthecrashingroarfollowedaninstantlaterbythehitinhischest,arollingimpactthatknockedhimdownandout.Hisheadclearedquickly.Abomb.Theremusthave
beenabomb.Hisheadsnappedtothe
right,towardtheboulevard.Soonji!
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Risingunsteadily,Donaldwaitedamomenttomakesurehewasn’tgoingtopassout,thenhurriedlypickedhiswaydownthegrandstandtothestreet.Dustfromtheexplosion
hungintheairlikeathickfog,anditwasimpossibletoseemorethantwofeetinanydirection.Ashepassedpeopleinthegrandstandandtheninthestreet,someweresittinginastateofshock,
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whileotherswerecoughing,moaning,andwavingtheirhandsinfrontoftheirfacestocleartheair,manytryingtogetupordownoroutfromunderdebris.Bloodybodieslayhereandthere,riddledwithshrapnelfromtheblast.Donaldhurtforthem,but
hecouldn’tstop.NotuntilheknewthatSoonjiwassafe.Themuffledsoundof
sirenstorethroughtheringinginhisears,and
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Donaldpausedashesearchedfortheirflashingredlights:thatwouldbewheretheboulevardwas.Spottingthem,hehalfwalked,halfstumbledthroughthepowderymist,sometimessteppingsuddenlyandawkwardlyaroundvictimsorlargepiecesoftwistedmetal.Ashenearedthestreethecouldhearmuffledshouts,seehazyfiguresinwhitemedicalcoatsorbluepolice
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uniformsmovingthiswayandthat.Donaldstoppedcoldashe
nearlywalkedintothewheelrimofatruck.Themassivemetaldiskwasturningslowly,shardsofrubberhangingfromitlikedarkseaweedfromagalleon.Lookingdown,Donaldrealizedthathewasalreadyontheboulevard.Hesteppedbackand
lookedtotheright—
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No.Theotherway.She’dbeencomingfromthedirectionofYi’s.Donaldtensedassomeone
grabbedhisarm.Helookedtohisrightandsawayoungwomaninwhite.“Sir,areyouallright?”Hesquintedandpointedto
hisear.“Isaid,areyouallright?”Henodded.“Takecareof
theothers,”heyelled.“I’mtryingtogettothe
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departmentstore.”Thewomanlookedathim
strangely.“Areyousureyou’reallright,sir?”Henoddedagainashe
gentlyremovedherfingersfromhisarm.“I’mfine.MywifewaswalkingthereandI’vegottofindher.”Themedic’seyeswere
strangeasshesaid,“ThisisYi’s,sir.”Assheturnedtohelp
someoneleaningagainsta
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mailbox,Donaldsteppedbackseveralstepsandlookedup.Thewordshadhithimlikeasecondblastandhestruggledtodrawbreathintohistightchest.Hecouldseenowthatthetruckhadnotonlybeenknockedonitsside,butblownintothefacadeofthedepartmentstore.Hesqueezedhiseyesshutandclutchedthesidesofhisheadasheshookitvigorously,tryingnotto
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picturewhatmightbeontheotherside.Nothinghappenedtoher,
hetoldhimself.Shewastheluckyone,they’dalwaysknownthat.Thegirlwhowondoorprizes.Whopickedwinninghorses.Who’dmarriedhim.Shewasallright.Shehadtobe.Hefeltanotherhandonhis
arm,andturnedquickly.Thelongblackhairwasfleckedwithwhite,andthefawn-
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coloreddresswassmudgedwithdirt,butSoonjiwasstandingbesidehim,smiling.“ThankGod!”hecried,
andhuggedhertightly.“Iwassoworried,Soon!ThankGodyou’reallright....”Hisvoicetrailedoffasshe
suddenlywentlimp.Hemovedhisarmtocatchheraroundthewaist,andthesleeveofhisjacketstucktoherback.Withamountingsenseof
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horror,hekneltwithhiswifeinhisarms.Carefullyshiftinghertoherside,helookedatherbackandchokedwhenhesawwheretheclothinghadbeenburnedaway,thefleshandfabricbothsoakedwithdarkredblood,whitebonepeekingthrough.Clutchinghiswifetohim,GregoryDonaldheardhimselfashescreamed,heardclearlythewailthatrosefromthebottomofhissoul.
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Aflashcubeblazed,andthefamiliarfaceofthemedicbentclose.Shemotionedtosomeonebehindher,andsoontherewereotherhandspullingathis,tryingtowrestSoonjifromhim.Donaldresisted,thenletthemhaveherasherealizedthathislovewasnotwhatthispreciousgirlneedednow.
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TENTuesday,6:13
P.M.,Nagato,JapanThepachinkoparlorwasa
smallerversionoftheonesmadefamousintheGinzadistrictofTokyo.Longandnarrow,thebuildingwasnearlythelengthoftenrailroadboxcarslaidendtoend.Theairwasthickwithcigarettesmokeandtheclatteringofballbearingsas
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menplayedthegamesthatlinedthewallsonbothsides.Eachgamewascomprised
ofacircular,uprightplayingsurfaceayardhigh,nearlytwofeetwide,andahalffootdeep.Underaglasscover,bumpersandmetalflippersjuttedoutfromacolorfulbackground;whentheplayerinsertedacoin,smallmetalballsdroppedfromthetop,bangingpinball-likeagainstthearmsandfallingthisway
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andthat.Theplayerspunaknobinthelowerrightinanefforttoseethateachballreachedthebottom;themoreballsthatwerecollectedintheslot,themoreticketstheplayerwon.Whentheplayercollectedenoughtickets,hetookthemtothefrontoftheparlorwherehewasgivenhischoiceofstuffedanimals.Thoughgamblingwas
illegalinJapan,itwasnotagainstthelawforaplayerto
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selltheanimalhe’dwon.Thiswasdoneinasmallroomintheback,smallbearsearningtwentythousandyen,largerabbitsfetchingtwicethat,andstuffedtigerssellingforsixtythousandyen.Theaverageplayerspent
fivethousandyenanighthere,andthereweretypicallytwohundredplayersattheparlor’ssixtymachines.Whiletheyenjoyedwinning,fewmencameheretoturna
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profit.Therewassomethingaddictiveaboutthewaytheballspouredthroughtheirregularmaze,aboutthesuspenseofluckgoingforyouoragainstyou.Itwasreallytheplayeragainstfate,determiningwherehestoodintheeyesofthegods.Therewasawidespreadbeliefthatifonecouldchangetheirluckhere,itwouldchangeintherealworldaswell.Noonecouldexplainwhythiswas,
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butmoreoftenthannotitseemedtowork.Theparlorswerescattered
throughouttheJapaneseislands.Somewererunbylegitimatefamilies,whoseownershipwentbackcenturies.Otherswerethepropertyofcriminalorganizations,principallytheYakuzaandtheSanzoku—onealeagueofgangsters,theotheranancientclanofbandits.
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TheparlorinNagatoonthewestcoastofHonshubelongedtotheindependentTsuburayafamily,whichhadrunitanditspredecessorsforovertwocenturies.Thecriminalgroupsmaderegular,respectfuloverturestobuytheparlor,buttheTsuburayashadnointerestinselling.TheyusedtheirearningstosetupbusinessesinNorthKorea,potentiallylucrativetoeholdsthattheyhopedto
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expandwheneverunificationbecameareality.Twiceaweek,onTuesdays
andFridays,EijiTsuburayasentmillionsofyentoNorthKoreathroughtwotrustedcouriersbasedintheSouth.Bothmenarrivedonthelateafternoonferry,carryingtwoempty,nondescriptsuitcases,walkeddirectlytothebackroomoftheparlor,leftwithfullones,andwerebackontheferrybeforeitturned
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aboutandleftforthe150-miletriptoPusan.Fromthere,themoneywassmugglednorthbymembersofPUK—PatriotsforaUnifiedKorea,agroupcomprisedofpeoplefromboththeNorthandtheSouth,everyonefrombusinessmentocustomsagentstostreetcleaners.ItwastheirbeliefthatprofitforentrepreneursandgreaterprosperityfortheNorthKoreanpublicin
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generalwouldforcetheCommunistleaderstoacceptanopenmarketand,ultimately,reunification.Asalways,themenleftthe
parlor,climbedintothewaitingcab,andsatquietlyfortheten-minuteridetotheferry.Unlikeotherdays,however,thistimetheywerefollowed.
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ELEVENTuesday,6:15P.M.,Seoul
KimHwansawDonaldsittingonacurb,hisforeheadinhishands,hisjacketandpantscoveredwithblood.“Gregory!”heshoutedas
hejoggedover.Donaldlookedup.There
wastear-streakedbloodonhischeeksandinhisdisheveledsilverhair.He
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triedtorisebuthislegsshookandhefellback;Hwancaughthimandhuggedhimtightlyashesatdown.TheagentpulledawayjustlongenoughtomakesurenoneofthebloodwasDonald’s,thenembracedhimagain.Donald’swordswere
swallowedbyhissobs.Hisbreathwascomingingasps.“Don’tsayanything,”
Hwansaidsoftly.“Myassistanttoldme.”
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Donalddidn’tseemtohearhim.“She...shewasa...blameless...soul.”“Shewas.Godwillcare
forher.”“Kim...Heshouldn’t
haveher...Ishould.Sheshouldbehere....”Hwanfoughtbacktearsof
hisownashepressedhischeektoDonald’shead.“Iknow.”“Whodidshe...offend?
Therewas...noevilinher.I
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don’tunderstand.”HepressedhisfaceintoHwan’sbreast.“Iwantherback,Kim...Iwant...her....”Hwansawamedicturn
towardthemandmotionedhimover.StillholdingDonald,Hwanroseslowly.“Donald,Iwantyoutodo
meafavor.Iwantyoutogowithsomeone.Letthemmakesureyou’reallright.”Themedicputahandon
Donald’sarmbuthewrested
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itaway.“IwanttoseeSoonji.
Wherehavetheytaken...mywife?”Hwanlookedatthemedic,
whopointedtowardamovietheater.Therewerebodybagsonthefloor,andmorewerebeingcarriedin.“She’sbeingcaredfor,
Gregory,andyouneedcareyourself.Youmayhaveinjuries.”“I’mallright.”
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“Sir,”themedicsaidtoHwan,“thereareothers—”“Ofcourse,I’msorry.
Thankyou.”Themedichurriedoffand
Hwantookastepback.HoldingDonaldbytheshoulders,helookedintothedarkeyes,alwayssofulloflovebutnowredandglazedwithpain.Hewouldn’tforcehimtogotothehospital,butleavinghimhere,alone,wasnotanoption.
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“Gregory,wouldyoudomeafavor?”Donaldwasstaringthrough
Hwan,weepingagain.“Ineedhelpwiththiscase.
Wouldyoucomewithme?”Donaldlookedathim.“I
wanttostaywithSoonji.”“Gregory—”“Iloveher.She...needs
me.”“No,”Hwansaidsoftly.
“Youcandonothingforher.”HeturnedDonaldaroundand
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pointedtothetheaterablockaway.“Youdon’tbelongthere,youbelongwiththoseofusyoucanhelp.Comewithme.Helpmetofindthepeoplewhodidthis.”Donaldblinkedseveral
times,thenabsentlypattedhispockets.HwanreachedintoDonald’spocket.“Isthiswhatyouwant?”he
asked,handinghimhispipe.Donaldtookit,his
movementsawkwardand
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halting,andHwanhelpedhimputitinhismouth.Whenhedidn’treachforhistobacco,Hwantookhimbytheelbowandwalkedhimaway,throughthesettlingdustandincreasingactivityinthesquare.
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TWELVETuesday,5:15
A.M.,theWhiteHouse
TheWhiteHouseSituationRoomwaslocatedonthefirstsublevel,directlybelowtheOvalOffice.Therewasalong,rectangularmahoganytableinthecenterofthebrightlylitroom;therewasaSTU-3andacomputer
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monitorateachstation,withslide-outkeyboardsunderneath.Likeallgovernmentcomputers,thecomputersetupwasself-contained;softwarefromoutside,evenfromtheDepartmentofDefenseorStateDepartment,wasdebuggedbeforeitwasallowedintothesystem.Onthewallsweredetailed
mapsshowingthelocationofU.S.andforeigntroops,as
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wellasflagsdenotingtroublespots:redforongoingandgreenforlatent.TherewasalreadyaredflaginSeoul.PaulHoodhadarrivedat
thewestgateoftheWhiteHouseand,afterpassingthroughametaldetector,tooktheelevatordownonefloor.Whenthedooropened,hisIDwascheckedbyaMarinesentry,whoescortedhimtoasmalltablethatsatbesideadoorwithnohandle.Hood
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pressedhisthumblightlyonasmallscreenthatsatonthetable:amomentlatertherewasabuzzandthedoorpoppedopen.Hoodentered,walkingpastaguardwhohadcheckedhisthumbprintagainsttheprintonfileinthecomputer;ifthetwohadn’tmatched,thedoorwouldnothavebeenopened.OnlythePresident,theVicePresident,andtheSecretaryofStatewerenotsubjecttothis
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securitycheck.ThedoortotheSituation
Roomwasopen,andHoodwalkedin.Fourotherofficialswerealreadythere:SecretaryofStateAvLincoln,DefenseSecretaryErnestoColon,ChairmanoftheJointChiefsofStaffMelvinParker,andCIADirectorGregKiddweretalkinginacorner,awayfromthedoor;apairofsecretariessatatasmall
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cornertable.Onewastheretotakenotes,incode,inaPowerbook,theothertobringupanydataonthecomputerthatmightbecalledfor.AMarinewasputtingoutcoffeebutlers,pitchersofwater,andcups.Themenacknowledged
Hoodwithnodsandsalutes;onlyLincolnwalkedoverassoonasHoodentered.Hestoodjustundersixfeet,powerfullyhewn,witha
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roundfaceandthinningwidow’speak.AformerMajorLeaguepitcherandHallofFamer,hemovedfromthebaseballdiamondtotheMinnesotastatelegislaturetoCongressquickerthanhisblindingfastballs.HewasthefirstpoliticiantogetbehindthecandidacyofGovernorMichaelLawrence,andtheStateDepartmentwashisreward;mostagreedhe
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lackedthediplomaticskillsthejobrequired,lovedtotreattheobviouslikearevelation.ButLawrencewasnothingifnotloyal.“How’veyoubeen?”
Lincolnasked,extendinghishand.“Passingfair,Av.”“Thatwasagoodjobyour
peopledidatIndependenceHallontheFourth.Veryimpressive.”“Thanks,butit’snever
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reallyagoodjobwhenhostagesarehurt.”Lincolnwavedahandwith
disgust.“Noonewaskilled.That’swhatmatters.Hell,whenyou’vegottocoordinateeffortsbetweenlocalpolice,theFBI,andyourownStrikerpersonnel,withthemedialookingoveryourshoulder,that’sagoddamnmiracle.”Hepouredhimselfacupofcoffee.“It’slikethis
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situation,Paul.AlreadyonTV,expertsflappingtheirlipsinthemedia—there’llbeopinionpollsbeforebreakfasttellinguswhyseventy-sevenpercentoftheAmericanpublicdoesn’tthinkweshouldevenbeinKoreaoranywhereelse.”Hoodlookedathiswatch.“Burkowrangdown,said
theywererunninglate,”Lincolnsaid.“ThePresident’sonthephonewith
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AmbassadorHall.Hedoesn’twantAmericansmovingintoorbeingturnedawayfromtheEmbassyunlessheokaysit,oranystatementsoractionsthatshowanykindofpanic.”“Ofcourse.”“Youknowit’seasyfor
thesethingstobecomeselffulfillingprophesies.”Hoodnodded.“Anyword
yetonwhodidit?”“None.Everyone’s
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condemnedit,includingtheNorthKoreans.Butthegovernmentdoesn’ttalkfortheextremehard-liners,sowhoknows?”TheDefenseSecretarysaid
fromacrosstheroom,“TheNorthKoreansalwayscondemnterrorism,eventheirown.WhentheyshotdownthatstrayKALjet,theycondemneditevenastheywerecombingthewreckageforspycameras.”
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“Andtheyfoundthem,”Lincolnsaidbehindhishandashewanderedbacktowardtheothers.Hoodreflectedonthe
shoot-firstpolicyoftheNorthKoreansashepouredhimselfcoffee.ThelasttimehewasherewaswhentheRussiansshotdownaLithuanianspyplaneandthePresidentdecidednottopressthemhardonit.HewouldneverforgetthewayLincoln
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literallystoodupandsaid,“Whatdoyouthinkworldleaderswouldsayifweevershotdownaforeignaircraft?We’dbecrucified!”Hewasright.Forsome
reason,therulesweredifferentfortheU.S.Hoodtookaseatatthe
northwestsideofthetable,asfarfromthePresidentaspossible.Helikedtowatchastheothersjockeyedforauthority,andthiswasthe
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bestseatinthehouse.Op-Center’sStaffPsychologist,LizGordon,hadtoldhimwhattolookforinbodylanguage:handsfoldedonthetablewassubmissive,sittingerectshowedconfidencewhilesittingforwardwasinsecurity—“Lookatme,lookatme!”—andtheheadangledwaspatronizing.“It’slikeafightershowingyouhischin,”shesaid,“daringyoutohititbecausehethinksyou
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can’t.”Nosoonerhadhesatdown
thanHoodheardtheoutsidedoorpopopen,followedbytheresonantvoiceofthePresidentoftheUnitedStates.Duringthecampaigntwoyearsbefore,onecolumnisthadsaidthatthatvoicewaswhatwonoverthecrucialundecideds:itseemedtostartfromsomewherearoundtheknees,andbythetimeitreachedhismouthit
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wasfullofOlympiangrandeurandpower.That,plushissix-foot-four-inchheight,madehimlookandsoundpresidential,thoughhehadspentalotofthatcapitalexplainingtwoforeignpolicyfiascos.ThefirstwassendingfoodandarmstoBhutaneserebelsopposinganoppressiveregime,arevoltthatendedwiththousandsofarrestsandexecutionsandlefttheregimestrongerthanever.The
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secondwaskidglovingaborderdisputebetweenRussiaandLithuania,whichendedwithMoscownotonlytakinglandfromthesmallrepublicbutplacingsoldiersthereaswell.ThatforcedamassiveexodustothecityofKaunas,whichresultedinfoodriotsandhundredsofdeaths.HiscredibilityinEurope
wasdamaged,hiscloutontheHillwashobbled,andhe
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couldn’taffordanothermisstep—especiallywithalongtimeally.NationalSecurityAdviser
BurkowdideverythingbutpulloutthePresident’schairforhimastheywalkedin.Hepouredcoffeeforthembothastheysatdown,thePresidentspeakingevenbeforeeveryoneelsewasseated.“Gentlemen,”hesaid,“as
youknow,anhourandfifteen
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minutesagoasoundtruckexplodedinfrontofKyongbokPalaceinSeoul.Severaldozenspectatorsandpoliticianswerekilled,andsofartheKCIAhasn’taclueastowho,what,andwhy.Therewasnoadvancewarning,andnoone’scalledtotakecredit.AmbassadorHallhasmadenorequestotherthanthatwereiterateoursupportforthegovernmentandpeopleofSouthKorea,andIhave
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authorizedPressSecretaryTracytodojustthat.AmbassadorHallwillimmediatelyissueastatementcondemningtheactingeneral.”Hesatback.“Ernie,intheeventthatitisNorthKorea,ourstandardoperatingpolicywouldbewhat?”TheDefenseSecretary
turnedtooneofthesecretariesandsaid,“FileNK-AS.”Bythetimeheturnedbacktothetable,the
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NORTHKOREA—ALERTSITUATIONfilewasonthescreen.Hefoldedhishands.“Tosummarize,Mr.
President,ourpolicyistogotoDefcon5.WeputourbasesintheSouthandinJapanonHighAlertandbeginflyingovertroopsfromFt.PendletonandFt.Ord.IfintelligencepicksupanysignthatKoreantroopsaremobilizing,wegoimmediatelytoDefcon4and
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startmovinginourshipsfromtheIndianOcean,sotheRapidDeploymentForceswillbeinposition.IftheNorthKoreansmatchourmovementswithfurtherdeploymentsoftheirown,thedominosfallfastandwemovequicklythroughtheaccelerateddeploymentofDefcon3,2,and1.”HeglancedatthescreenandtouchedhisfingertothechapterheadingWAR
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GAMES.“Whenwereachthepointofnoreturn,wehavethreepossiblescenarios.”Hoodlookedfromfaceto
face.Everyonewascalm,saveforLincolnwhowasleaningforwardandtappinghisrightfootquickly.Thiswashiskindofsituation,hiskindofbigstickresponse.AttheoppositeendofthespectrumwasChairmanoftheJointChiefsofStaff
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MelvinParker.Hisfaceandpostureweresubdued,likeErnieColon’s.Insituationslikethese,itwasneverthemilitarymenwhoadvocatedforce.Theyunderstoodthepriceofevenasuccessfuloperation.Itwasalwaysthepoliticiansandappointeeswhowerefrustratedorimpatientandwantedtogetthemselvesavictory,howeverquickanddirty.TheSecretaryofDefense
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pulledonreadingglassesandstudiedthemonitor.HeranhisfingerdownthemenuandandtouchedthescreenwhereitsaidDEFENSEWHITEPAPERUPDATE.“Ifthere’sawarandthe
U.S.assumesasupportroleonly,SouthKoreafallstotheNorthinamatteroftwoorthreeweeks.YoucanseethematchupbetweentheNorthandROKAforyourself.”Hoodstudiedthefigures.
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TheylookedasbadfortheRepublicofKoreaArmyasColonhadsaid.
MilitaryBalanceoftheNorthandSouthisas
follows:
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Afterafewseconds,ColonbroughtupthemenuagainandtouchedU.S.8TH
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ARMYUPDATE.“Thesecondscenariohas
ourforcesintheSouthbecominginvolved.Eventhen,theoddsarenotinourfavor.”Hoodlookedatthenew
screen.
UnitedStatesForcesinSouthKorea,Numberof
Personnel
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“TheonlyvalueofusjoiningtheSouthKoreansonthebattlefieldisthedeterrentfactor:doesNorthKoreareallywantawarwiththeUnitedStates?”CIADirectorKiddasked,
“Isn’tthatsamedeterrentpresentifwe’reinastrictly
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supportmode?”“Unfortunately,no.If
Pyongyangthinkswehaven’tgotthebellyforascrap,he’llpushtoSeoulthesamewayBaghdadwentafterKuwaitwhentheythoughtwe’dsitonthesidelines.”“Andwasn’thesurprised,”
Lincolnmuttered.ThePresidentsaid
impatiently,“Andthethirdscenarioisapreemptivestrike?”
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“Right,”Colonsaid.“WeandtheSouthKoreanstogethertakeoutcommunicationscenters,supplylines,andnuclearreprocessingplantswithconventionalweapons.Ifthewargamessimulationsarecorrect,theNorthKoreansgotothenegotiatingtable.”“Whywouldn’ttheyturn
toChinaandretaliate?”askedCIADirectorKidd.JointChiefsofStaff
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ChairmanParkersaid,“Becausetheyknowthatsincetheaidcutbacksof1968,andtheinabilitysince1970ofthetwelveROKandtwoU.S.divisionstosuccessfullystaveoffanattack,ourdefenseplanshavebeenkeyedalmostentirelytotheearlyuseofnuclearweapons.”“Didweleakthat
information?”thePresidentasked.
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“No,sir.Theyreaditinmilitaryjournals.Christ,in1974,TimeorRollingStoneorsomeonewhohatedNixondidanarticleonournuclearplansforKorea.”Kiddleanedback.“That
stilldoesn’tgiveusanykindofassurancetheywon’tturntoChina,andthatBeijingwon’tsupportthemwithnuclearweapons.”“Wejustdon’tseethatas
happening.”Colonwentto
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themenuandtouchedtheheadingCHINAOPTION.“Mel,theCONEXgamesareyourarea—”“Right.”Despitethe
comfortableair-conditioningintheroom,thediminutiveChairmanoftheJointChiefswasperspiring.“WeranaConflictExerciseofascenariosimilartothisawhileback,afterJimmyCarterwenttoNorthKoreaforhislittlechatwithKimIl
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Sung.GiventhemilitarysituationinChinaandpsychologicalprofilesofitsleaders—whichyourpeopleprovided,Paul—wefoundthatifweloosenedrestrictionsonbusinessinvestmentsinChina,andconcurrentlyauthorizedtheshipmentofarmstoanti-ChinesefactionsinNepalthroughIndia,theChinesewouldbeunlikelytobecomeinvolved.”
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“Howunlikely?”thePresidentasked.“Eighty-sevenpercent
chanceofsittingonthesidelines.”“Wecameupwitha
slightlydifferentpercentageinourownSAGAsimulations,”Colonsaid,“aboutseventypercent.ButtheStudies,Analysis,andGamingAgencydidn’thaveup-to-datepsychprofiles,soI’minclinedtogowithMel’s
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findings.”ThoughHoodwaslistening
intently,hisexpressionimpassive,hefoundhimselfsomewhatanxiousaboutLiz’sfindings.HehadagreatdealofrespectforhisStaffPsychologist,justasheheldhisOperationsSupportOfficerMattStollinhighregard.Butheputcomputeranalysesandpsychologyintheplaceandshowslots,respectively,aftergoodold-
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fashionedintuition.HisPressOfficerAnnFarrisjokedthathenevermetagutfeelinghedidn’tlike,andshewasright.ThePresidentglancedat
theclockonthebottomofthemonitor,thensteepledhishands.Colonmotionedtothesecretarytoclearthescreen,andHoodwatchedasscreensavermissilesflewleftandrightacrossthemonitor.“Gentlemen,”thePresident
saidafteralongsilence,“I
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wouldlikeallofyoutoserveontheKoreanTaskForcefortheduration,andPaul”—helookedsquarelyatHood—“Iwantyoutoheaditup.”HecaughttheOp-Center
Directoroff-guard-aswellaseveryoneelseintheroom.“You’llbringmean
OptionsPaperinfourhours.Barringfurtheractsofterrorismoraggression,you’llproceedundertheassumptionthattherewillbe
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somelevelofgraduateddeploymentbutnomilitaryactionforthefirsttwenty-fourhours.ThatshouldgiveyourpeopleandtherestoftheTaskForcetimetoevaluateintelligenceandwritemeanaddendum.”ThePresidentrose.“Thankyouall.Av—meetmeintheOvalOfficeatsixsowecandiscussthesituationwithourallies.Ernie,Mel—we’llbriefthecabinetandmembersof
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theArmedServicesCommitteeatseven.And,Paul,I’llseeyouatnine-thirty.”ThePresidentleft,trailed
bytheSecretaryofDefenseandtheChairmanoftheJointChiefsofStaff.AvLincolnwalkedovertoHood.“Congratulations,Paul.I
senseanass-kicking.”Heleanedclose.“Justmakesureitisn’tyourassthatgetskicked.”
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Hewasright.ThePresidenthadnevergivenOp-Centeraforeigncrisis,anddoingsonowmeantthatheintendedtostrikehardanddecisively,ifgiventhechance.Shouldanythinggowrong,hecouldpinitonthenewkidsontheblock,shutdowntheagency,andsufferonlyminimalpoliticaldamage.ThenHoodcouldtakealow-payingpositionattheCarterCenterorthe
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UnitedStatesInstituteofPeace,aconverttopacifism,areformedsinnertrottedoutforpublicscourgingsatdinnersandsymposia.Avgavehimathumbs-up
asheleft,andaftercollectinghisthoughts,Hoodfollowedhimtotheelevator.Inadditiontohavingtotakethefallforanyfailure,Hoodwasn’tkeenonhavingtospendthenextfourhoursplayingringmastertoa
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bureaucraticturfwarasheteleconferencedwitheveryonewhohadbeeninattendance,formulatingacohesivestrategyfromsixpeoplewithsixverydifferentagendas.Itwaspartofthejob,andhediditwell,buthehatedthewaypeopledidwhatwasbestforpartyandagencyfirstandsecond,andforthecountryadistantthird.Still,therewasthebright
sidetolookat,thechance
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thathemightjustpullallthisoff.Andashecontemplatedthat,theadrenalinebegantoflow.IfthePresidentwaswillingtotakeriskswithOp-Center,HoodhadtobewillingtotakegreaterriskstomakesurethatOp-Centerearneditsinternationalcredentialsonceandforall.Likeoneofhisheroes,BabeRuth,whenyougotyourturnatbatyouswungforthehomerun,notthedouble,and
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youdidn’tthinkaboutstrikingout.Evenif,liketheBabe,youdidthatsixtypercentofthetimeyousteppedtotheplate....
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THIRTEENTuesday,5:25
A.M.,QuanticoMarineCorpsAir
Station,VAThebattlewaslongand
hard-fought,bodiesfallingeverywhere,facestwistinginanguish,commandsandcriesshatteringtheearlymorningsilence.“They’resuchassholes,”
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MelissaSquiressaidtotheotherwivesaroundthepicnictable.Shetappedthebackofherhusband’spager.“You’dthinktheycouldjusthavefunwiththis.”“Thekidsare,”saidone
woman,wincingasshewatchedherdaughterfallfromherfather’sshouldersinthemiddleofthein-groundpool.“Oooh...that’llleaveDavidinabadmoodtoday.HeandVeronicawereout
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thereatfourforty-fivepracticingtheirmoves.”Theeightwomenwatched
andpickedatthebacon,eggs,andmuffinsthatwerefastbecomingcold.Thedailypoolwarhadrunover,buttheyknewbetterthantocalltheirhusbandstothetablebeforeitwasthrough.They’donlygetpissedoff,andtheywouldn’tcomeanyway:notwiththeirhonoratstake.Therewerejusttwo
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chickenfightersleft:leanLt.Col.CharlieSquiresandhisspindlysonBillyandpumpedPrivateDavidGeorgeandhissonClark.Thekidspushedhairfromtheireyesastheirfatherscircledeachotherslowly,eachwatchingforanopening,forakidwholosthisbalance,madeaclumsyoffensivemaneuver,shiveredandbrokehisconcentration.Sgt.Grey’swifeLydia
said,“Lastweek,whenwe
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werevisitingmyfolksinAlaska,ChickandIgotstuckinasnowbankandherefusedtocallforatow.Hetoldmetoputthecarinneutral,thenhegotbehindandlifteditout.Hewalkedbentoverfortwodaysafter,buthewouldn’tadmithewassore.NotHercules.”Therewasashoutfromthe
poolasClarklungedatBilly.Insteadofsteppingback,asheusuallydid,Lt.Col.
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Squiresmovedin:whileClarkwasleaningforward,Billygrabbedhisoutstretchedarm,pulleddown,andtheboyfloppedback-firstintothewater.PrivateGeorgestoodthere,aghast,ashelookedfromhissontoSquires.Therewasasmatteringapplausefromthesideofthepool,wheretheotherdefeatedchickenfightershadbeenwatchingtheshowdown.
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“That’sit,sir?”GeorgesaidtoSquires.“Lor-dee,thatwasshorterthanthefirstClay-Listonfight.”“Sorry,Sonny,”Squires
winked.Hereachedupandhigh-fivedhisson.“Andwhendidyouwork
thatoneout,sir?”“Whileweweresuitingup.
Madesense,don’tyouthink?Guyexpectsaretreat,getsanadvance—he’sgottabesurprised.”
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“Hewas,sir,”Georgemumbled,wadingtowardtheshallowendofthepool,hissoninhiswake.“Nicefight,”Clarksaidto
Billyashedog-paddledafterhisfather.“Don’ttalklikethat,”
GeorgemutteredashelumberedupthestepswiththebearinganddispositionofGorgo.“You’llloseyouredgefortomorrow.”Squiresfollowedhimout,
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hiseyesdrawntoheadlightsshiningthroughtheliving-roomwindowofhishomeinthebasefamilyquarters.Hesnatchedatowelfromachaiseloungeasthelightssnappedoff,thenwatchedasalonefigurewalkedaroundtheone-storycottage,silhouettedbythelightbluehorizon.Noonecouldhavegottentothisquarterwithoutpassingthroughthegatethatseparatedhiscrewfromthe
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FBIAcademy,andnoonecouldhavegottenthroughthegatewithoutacalltohimdirectly.UnlesstheywerefromOp-
Center.Drapingthetoweloverhis
shouldersandslippingonhissandals,theLieutenantColonelwalkedquicklytowardthehouse.“Charlie,youreggsare
gettingcold!”“Berightthere,Missy.Set
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’emnexttoGeorge,they’llstaywarm.”Squires’sStrikerteamof
twelvefull-timemenandtheirsupportcrewswasestablishedsixmonthsbefore,thesametimeasOp-Center.Theyweretheso-called“black”sideoftheagency,theirexistenceasecretfromoutsidersexceptthosewhoneededtoknow:theheadsoftheothermilitaryandspyagencies,andthe
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PresidentandVicePresidentthemselves.Theircharterwassimple:theyweresentontothefieldwhenoffensewasneeded.Theywereanelitesquadthatcouldbecountedontostrikehardandfast.ThoughalltheStrikermembersbelongedtothemilitaryanddrewpayfromtheirrespectivebranches,theyworkedinnondescriptcamouflagepantsandshirtswithoutmarkingsofanykind.
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Iftheyscrewedup,therewasnowayforanyonetotracethem...orplaceblame.SquiressmiledasMike
Rodgerscamearoundthesideofthebuilding.Thetallman’sarchednose—brokenfourtimesincollegebasketball—high,intelligentforehead,andlightbrowneyesthatseemedalmostgoldenwereawelcomesight.“IhopeI’mgladtosee
you,”Squiressaid,saluting
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thetwo-starGeneral.WhenRodgersreturnedthesalute,themenshookhands.“Thatdependsonwhether
ornotyouweregettingbored.”“DoesdietCokefizz?Yes,
sir,we’rereadyforaction.”“Good.BecauseIradioed
thechopper:getonethroughelevenreadyandhaveKrebsbringanextragrip.Weleaveinfiveminutes.”Squiresknewnottoask
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wheretoorwhyonlyelevenmeninsteadofthefullDirtyDozenweregoing—notwhiletheywereoutintheopenwheretheirwivesorchildrenmighthear.Innocentremarks,madeoverunsecuredlinestofriendsorrelatives,couldbedisastrous.HealsoknewnottoaskaboutthesmallblackbagRodgerscarried,orwhytherewasasewn-ondesignofwhatlookedlikeaweedgrowingoutofconcrete.
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WhenandiftheGeneralwantedtotellhimaboutit,hewould.Instead,Squiressaid,“Yes,
sir,”salutedagain,andjoggedbacktothepicnictable.Thedozenothermenwerealreadyontheirfeetandreadytogo,thehostilitiesanddisappointmentsofthemorning’ssportquicklyforgotten.AfterawordwithSquires,
elevenofthetwelvemen
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joggedtotheirhomestogettheirgear,noneofthemstoppingtosaygood-byetotheirwivesorchildren:asadfaceortearyeyemightcometothemwhentheywerecalledontorisktheirlives,causethemtohesitate.Itwasbettertoleavecoldandmakeuplater.Theonemanwhohadn’tbeenpickedsatandhunkereddownoverhispaperplate:thiswasnotPrivateGeorge’smorning.
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Likeeachman,Squireskepthisgriphandyandwithinfourminutestheywererunningacrossthefieldbeyondthefence,towardtheBellJetrangerthatwasbeingfiredupforthehalf-hourridetoAndrewsAirForceBase.
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FOURTEENTuesday,7.30P.M.,Seoul
Thesoundtrucklookedlikeaguttedavocado,blastedpanelspeeledbackbytheforceoftheexplosion,withonlyscrapsandslaginthecenter.Foroveranhour,Kim
Hwan’steamhadpickedoverthosescraps,lookingforanyleads.Thereweretracesof
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plasticexplosivesstucktothebottomofwhatusedtobethesoundpanel,andthosehadbeensenttothelaboratoryforanalysis.Otherthanthat,therewasnothing.Nothingbuttheincreasingnumbersofvictimsbeingmovedfromtheranksoftheinjuredtothelistofthedead.Themenontherooftopshadseennothingunusual,oneofthetwovideosurveillancecamerastheyhadplacedonarooftopwas
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destroyedbyshrapnel,andtheotherhadbeentrainedonthepodium,notthecrowd.TVcameraswerebeingcollected,theirtapesstudied,toseeiftheyhadrecordedanythingunusual.Hwandoubtedtheywouldhelp,sinceitseemedasthoughallofthemhadbeenfacinginthesamedirection:awayfromthetruck.Andhiscomputerexpertdoubtedthatanyofthemhadcaughta
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usefulreflectionofthetruckinawindow,onelargeandcompleteenoughtobeenhancedandstudied.Whileheworked,Gregory
Donaldstoodclosebywithhisbackagainstacharredstreetlight,hisunlitpipestillclenchedinhisteeth.Hehadn’tsaidawordandhadn’tlookedupfromtheground;hewasnolongercryingandhedidn’tseemtobeinshock,thoughHwancouldn’tbegin
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toimaginethethoughtsthathadtobegoingthroughhismind.“Sir!”Hwanlookedupashis
assistantChoiUGilcametrottingover.“Rithinkshe’sfound
something.”“Where?”“Inanalleybesidethe
SakongHotel.ShallIradiotheDirector?Heaskedtobetoldeverything.”
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Hwansteppeddownfromthechassisoftheexplodedtruck.“Let’swaitandseewhatwe’vegot.I’msurehehashishandsfull.”Explainingthecorner-cuttingtothePresident,nodoubt.HwanfollowedChoi
towardtheNationalMuseumonthesouthernsideofthePalace,surprisedtoseeDonaldwalkingafterthemslowly.Hwandidn’twaitforhim:hewashappythat
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somethingwasgettingthroughtohisfriend,andhedidn’twanttoputanypressureonhim.StayingbusywasallthatkeptHwanhimselffromdwellingontheshatteringlosstheyhadsuffered.
Thewide-WripplepatterninthedrydirtbelongedtoaNorthKoreanarmyboot.Therewasnodoubtaboutit.“Professor”Rihadsuspected
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asmuch,andHwanhadconfirmedit.“Theyleadawayfromthe
abandonedhotel,”theslight,white-hairedchemistsaid.“I’vesentateaminside,”
ChoitoldHwan.“Theperpetratorsappearto
havedrunkfromthis”—theProfessorpointedtothecrushedandemptywaterbottleonthefloor—“andthenwalkedtowardthesoundtruck.”
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Thedirtinthealleywasdry,butthehotairwasstillandtheresiduehadn’tmoved.Hwankneltandstudiedthefourcompleteprintsandtwopartialones.“Haseverythingbeen
photographed?”Hwanasked.Choinodded.“The
footprintsandthebottle.We’rephotographingthehotelbasementnow,asthereseemstohavebeensomeactivitythere.”
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“Good.Sendthebottleoverforprints,andalsohavethemcheckthemouthforanykindofresidue—saliva,food,anything.”Theyoungassistantranto
thecar,removedalargeplasticbagandmetaltongsfromacase,andbroughtthemover.Liftingthebottlecarefully,heplaceditinthebagandmarkedthetime,date,andplaceonawhitestripatthetop.Thenhetook
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aworkorderformfromthecase,filleditin,putbothitemsinthecase,andclimbedintothewindowwhereamilitarypolicemanstoodguard.Hwancontinuedtostudy
thebootprints,notingthattheimpressionwasn’theavierinfront,whichmeantthattheterroristshadn’tbeenrunning.Hewasalsotryingtodeterminehowmuchweartherehadbeenonthesoles
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andwhetherthemarkingsbelongedtoonebootormany.Thereseemedtobeatleasttwodifferentrightfeet,anditstruckhimasoddthatneithershowedanywearintheripples.TheNorthKoreanstendedtoissuenewbootsafterthewinter,whentheytookthemostwear—notduringthesummer.“Ifthebottlewasusedby
theterrorists,youwon’tfindanyfingerprints.”
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HwanlookedupatDonald.Thevoicewasabarelyaudiblemonotone;hispipewasunceremoniouslystuffedintohisvestpocketandhisfleshwasthecolorofchalk.Buthewashereandhewasalert,andHwanwashappytoseehim.“No,”Hwansaid.“Idon’t
expectwewill.”“Isthatwhytheydidn’t
takethebottlewiththem?Becausetheyknewit
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couldn’tleadyoutothem?”TheProfessorsaid,“One
wouldsoconclude.”Donaldtookafewsteps
intotheshadowydepthsofthealley.Hisarmshunglimpathissidesandhisshoulderswereroundedbeneathhisawfulburden.Watchinghimmovewithsuchpain,Hwanhadneverfeltsohelpless.“Thisalley,soneartothe
hotel,”Donaldsaid.“Iwouldimagineit’spickedcleanby
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thepoor.Acleanbottlelikethatwassuretobenoticedinyoursweep—and,seeingit,youwouldalsoseethebootprints.”“Iwasthinkingthat
myself,”Hwansaid.“We’drecognizethepatternandwouldjumptoaconclusionaboutwhowasbehindit.”“Thisispossible.”The
Professorshrugged.“Butit’salsopossiblethataninconsideratejoggerthrewit
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thereandtheperpetratorsneverevennoticedit.”“Inwhichcasesomeone’s
fingerprintswillbeonit,”Hwansaid.“Thatiscorrect,”saidthe
Professor.“SoIhadbestgettothematter.I’llseeifthere’sanythingtolookatinthehotel,andthenI’llreturntothelaboratory.”Whenthediminutive
Professorleft,HwanwalkedtoDonald’sside.
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“Thankyouforwhatyoudidbackthere,”Donaldsaid,hisvoicetremulous,hiseyesontheground.“Iheardyou,but—Icouldn’tgetagrip.”“Howcouldyou?”“I’mnotsureIhave,even
now.”Tearsspilledfromhiseyesashelookedaroundthealley.Hebreathedheavilyandwipedhiseyeswithhisfingers.“Thisthing,Kim—itisn’ttheirway.They’vealwaysusedincidentsatthe
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DMZorassassinationtosendusmessages.”“Iknow.Andthere’s
somethingelse.”BeforeHwancould
continue,ablackMercedeswithdiplomaticplatesscreechedtoastopinfrontofthealley.Aclean-cutyoungmangotoutonthedriver’sside.“Mr.Donald!”Donaldsteppedfromthe
darkness.“I’mGregory
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Donald.”Hwanmovedquicklytohis
side.Hedidn’tknowwhoelsemightbeatargettoday,andwastakingnochances.“Sir,”saidtheman,
“there’samessageforyouattheEmbassy.”“From?”“‘Anenemyofthe
Bismarck,’Iwastoldtosay.”“Hood,”hesaidtoHwan.
“Iwasexpectingthat.Maybehehassomeinformation.”
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Asthemenapproachedthecar,theyoungEmbassyofficialreacheddownandpoppedtheelectricdoorlock.“Sir,Iwasalsotoldtosee
toMrs.Donald.Isthereanythingsheneeds?Perhapsshe’dliketocomewithus?”Donaldpressedhislips
togetherandshookhishead;thenhiskneesgaveoutandhefellagainstthesideofthecar,hisarmsfoldedbeneathhischest.
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“Sir!”“He’llbeallright,”Hwan
said,andwavedfortheyoungmantosit.Heputanarmaroundhisfriend’swaistandhelpedhimup.“Youwillbe,Gregory.”Donaldnoddedashestood.“I’llnotifyyoutherewhen
wecomeupwithsomething.”AsomberHwanopened
thedoorandDonaldslidintothecar.“Domeafavor,Kim?”
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“Anything.”“SoonjilovedtheEmbassy
andsheadmiredtheAmbassador.Don’t—don’tlethergothere.Notthewayshewas.I’llphoneGeneralSavran.Wouldyouseethat”—hebreatheddeeply—“thatshegetstothebase?”“Iwill.”Hwanshutthedoorandthe
cardroveoff.Itwasquicklyswallowedbytheconfusionofhonkingcars,buses,and
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trucks,thethickeveningrushhourmadeworsebyvehiclesdetouredfromaroundthePalace.“Godbewithyou,
Gregory,”hesaid,thenglancedtowardtheredsun.“Ican’tbewithhim,Soonji,soplease—lookafterhim.”Turning,Hwanwalked
backintothealleyandlookeddownatthefootprints.Theshadowsweremorepronouncednowinthe
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slantingraysofthesettingsun.Buttherewasonething
more,anditbotheredhimmorethanthetoo-convenientpresenceofthebottleandbootprints.Aftertellingtheguardat
thebasementwindowtoinformChoithathe’dgonetohisoffice,Hwanhurriedbacktohiscar,wonderingjusthowfarDirectorYung-Hoonwouldbewillingtogoto
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breakthiscase....
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FIFTEENTuesday,5:55
A.M.,Washington,D.C.
Assoonashewasinhiscar,HoodphonedOp-CenterandtoldhisExecutiveAssistant,Stephen“Bugs”Benet,tostartthecountdownclockattwenty-fourhours.ThatwassomethingLizGordonhadsuggested:
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studiesshowedthatmostpeopleworkbetterwithdeadlines,somethingtoshootfor.Theclockwasaconstantreminderthatalthoughyouhadtorunamarathon,reallypouriton,therewasanendinsight.Itwasoneofthefew
thingsonwhichHoodandLizagreed.AsBugswastellingHood
thatGregoryDonaldhadbeenlocatedandwasbeing
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broughttotheEmbassyonSejongno,justtwoblocksfromthePalace,theDirector’spersonalcellularphonerang.TellingBugshe’dbethereinfifteenminutes,Hoodhungupandansweredthephone.“Paul,it’sme.”Sharon.Heheardapingin
thebackgroundandmuffledvoices.Shewasn’tathome.“Honey,whatisit?”“It’sAlexander—”
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“Isheallright?”“Afteryouleft,hestarted
wheezingworsethanI’veeverheardhim.Thenebulizerwasn’thelping,soIbroughthimtothehospital.”Hoodfelthisownchest
tighten.“Thedoctorshaveinjected
himwithepinephrine,andarewatchinghim,”Sharonsaid.“Idon’twantyoucominghere.I’llcallassoonasweknowsomething.”
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“Youshouldn’thavetodothisalone,Sharon.”“I’mnotalone—Iknow
that.Andwhatwouldyoudohere?”“Holdyourhand.”“HoldthePresident’shand,
I’llbefine.Look,IwanttocallHarleighandmakesureshe’sallright.IthinkIscaredheroutofayear’sgrowthwhenIwentrunningthroughthehousecarryingAlex.”“Promiseyou’llbeepthe
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minuteanythinghappens.”“Ipromise.”“AndtellthembothIlove
them.”“Ialwaysdo.”Hoodfeltlikehellashe
drovethroughtheearlymorningtraffictoAndrewsAirForceBase,homeofOp-Center.Sharonhadhadtoshoulderalotinseventeenyearsofmarriage,butthiswasthecapper.Hecouldhearthefearinher
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voice,thetraceofbitternessinherremarkaboutthePresident,andhewantedtogotoher.Butheknewthatifhedid,shewouldonlyfeelguiltyforhavingpulledhimaway.Andwhenshefeltlikethatshegotangryatherself,whichwa