Lethal Risk

SHADOW CHASE 

A high-ranking Chinese official has arranged to defect to the United States and reveal war crimes his country has perpetrated throughout Asia. But while en route to discreetly bring the official to American soil, Mack Bolan learns the man has been arrested, and the mission becomes much more urgent. And dangerous. 

Bolan's first stop, the notorious prison where the official is being held, is a trap he barely escapes. On the run through the streets of Beijing, with intelligence agents hot on his trail, time is running out to recover the defector. And when his search-and-rescue leads him to a government-sanctioned organ-harvesting facility, the Executioner adds search-and-destroy to his list of things to do before his trip to China is complete.

"Well, it just goes to show that you can always trust the State Department to take what should be a simple extraction job and screw up the entire thing."

Mission controller Barbara Price stared at Hal Brognola, director of the Sensitive Operations Group, based at Stony Man Farm, for a long moment before shaking her head. "Coming down a bit hard on State, aren't you, Hal? It's one thing to dodge the local police, or even the ministry. It's another thing to go up against the Chinese military—"

The gruff man sitting across from her snatched the chewed-to-death cigar from his mouth and used it like a big, brown exclamation point as he interrupted her. "Whenever an officer of the United States government is performing his duty in what is perceived as a foreign environment, which by nature should be considered potentially hostile, all necessary precautions must be taken to ensure his safety as well as the safety of those he comes into contact with."

Brognola stuck the remains of the unlit cigar back into a corner of his mouth. "Above all, the embassy should not send out just one man to collect the family of the biggest potential defector since Tretyakov! Now it's turned into the largest screwup since Wang Lijun!"

"The hero police chief of Chonqing City, who was also investigated for the organ transplant facility he founded—"

"Organ transplant facility, my ass," Brognola interrupted again. "Those butchers are harvesting the insides of political prisoners like the Falun Gong and selling them to the highest bidder. They conveniently get rid of their 'protestors' once and for all, and make a tidy profit to boot. Wang tried to buy his way into the US with a trove of documents implicating several high-ranking Chinese officials. Supposedly, although we were never able to confirm this, those documents were instrumental in taking down power politician Bo Xilai. And when State gets the chance to pull in someone who'd make Wang's knowledge look like peanuts, they bungle the whole thing from the start. Now he's in the wind and nobody knows where the family went! Balcius will be lucky to keep his job after all this. Not to mention we have to go in and somehow clean up this unholy mess."

"Well, we're good at that," Price reminded him.

"I know, I know. But Striker's going to have to stay so far under the radar on this one he might as well tunnel into Beijing. We can't afford to let this spiral into an international incident. We're just lucky the Chinese also want to keep this as quiet as we do. The black eye on relations between the two countries would take years to fade."

Price looked down at her tablet, hiding a smile. She didn't blame Brognola for his irascible attitude. As the Farm's liaison to the President and a head honcho at the Justice Department, the big Fed had to wade into the alphabet soup that was Washington, DC, on a daily basis to try to glean whatever useful intel he could from the multitude of often-bickering departments on the Hill.

"What's Striker's ETA?"

"We sent him the Priority One message—" Price consulted her watch "—nine minutes ago. I'm sure Cowboy and he are double-timing it back." She referred to John "Cowboy" Kissinger, the Farm's premier weaponsmith.

As if in confirmation of her statement, her tablet pinged with a message from Akira Tokaido, a top hacker and member of the Farm's cyber team.

Striker inbound. Coming your way in 10 seconds.

"He's on his way here right now," she confirmed, making sure her presentation was ready.

They both looked up as Mack Bolan, aka the Executioner, strode into the War Room carrying a ceramic mug. "Barbara. Hal," he said, greeting each of them with a nod.

As he slid into a high-backed leather chair, Bolan blew on the mug of steaming coffee and sipped it cautiously, grimacing as he swallowed. "Just when I thought I was used to Bear's brew, he changes it up on me." He glanced at Brognola with a raised eyebrow. "Sure you don't want a cup, Hal? It'll take the edge off."

"Bear" was Aaron Kurtzman, who was as good with making Stony Man's computers do everything but sit up and dance as he was bad at brewing remotely drinkable coffee.

"Yeah, that and ten years off my life." Brognola had already pulled out the other indispensable aid he was never without, a roll of antacid tablets, and thumbed a pair into his mouth. "Keep that damn cup as far away from me as possible. The smell's bad enough. I'd hate to have to actually drink it."

Despite the potentially top-secret materials they were about to discuss, Price watched the two men sparring with an internal grin. Between them, Bolan and Brognola had carried the fight for justice and freedom to all four corners of the globe, and knew each other better than any person alive. Even she wasn't privy to all parts of their relationship, which was fine by her. Some things were best left alone.

"Barbara, why don't you fill Striker in on the mess we've found ourselves in, courtesy of those jackasses over at State?"

Barely resisting rolling her eyes, Price exchanged an it's-gonna-be-one-of-those-days glances with Bolan as she started her program deck.

On the large flat-screen monitor at the end of the room, a man's face appeared in a candid shot taken as he was walking down a busy street. He was Chinese, dressed in an expensive suit, and had the look of someone who appeared at ease on the surface but carrying a heavy internal load.

"Three months ago, a midlevel employee at our US Embassy in Beijing was approached by a man claiming to work at the highest levels of the Chinese government," Price began. "He wanted to defect to the United States with his family, and was willing to provide a vast amount of information on everything China is involved in, from their military plans for the rest of South Asia and beyond, to top-secret economic programs being executed around the world."

Bolan frowned. "Almost seems too good to be true.

Who is he?"

"Zhang Liao. A career politician, his family's made its fortune at the top of the Chinese government for the past four generations," Price replied. "The Liao family has showed a particular aptitude for reading the political winds and shifting with them. No member has ever been caught in a scandal or punished as part of a change in the government. They even survived the incident in Tiananmen Square with their reputation intact, when most of the rest of the government suffered from the fallout."

"So why the sudden change of heart?" Bolan asked.

"Liao said that he feared the course the current government was taking would lead inexorably to war, whether that be with Taiwan, or any of a half-dozen other countries, over the Spratly Islands, or the recent dustup with Vietnam over territorial waters, or even Japan, which has been flexing its military muscle recently, most likely to avoid the appearance of weakness. He even brought up the possibility of a military plan that could eventually bring in the other superpowers. He didn't divulge any more details, but said he could provide proof that China was taking steps to expand its influence and power over the other countries in the region and beyond."

"No kidding." Brognola grunted. "The buildup of the Chinese military on the Indian border has the Indians alternately rattling sabers one minute while selling them trade goods the next. And the Chinese are practically buying Africa wholesale as it is, pouring billions into...