White Tiger

“Mr. Lin has personal businesses not affiliated with Lin Industries,” Baluyevsky said. “Because of the nature of these endeavors, Mr. Lin cannot be connected to them directly.”

“I understand. I’m surprised Mr. Lin has dealings with people like those who usually employ me.”

“Mr. Manning, have you ever acted in a personal security capacity?” Baluyevsky ignored the opening Manning had set out.

“I have. I’ve operated in a personal security capacity for several individuals, from Afghanistan to Zhuhai City.”

“Representing legitimate interests,” Baluyevsky stated.

“With the exception of Afghanistan, yes. That was part of the mission I was assigned during my time with Operation ENDURING FREEDOM.”

“In Afghanistan, you served as a captain with U.S. Army Special Forces, 1st Special Forces Group. You developed alliances with several Afghan warlords, and pressed them to assist the United States in attacking both Taliban and Al Qaeda strongholds, correct?”

“That is correct.” Manning wasn’t surprised that Lin’s people had done their homework, but was surprised to discover they had determined his final duty posting while with the Army.

“You also refused to further assist one warlord on moral grounds, and personally eliminated another, correct?”

“That would be classified.”

Baluyevsky smiled slightly and leaned back in his seat. He looked at Manning directly for a long moment.

“I also killed warlords,” he said after a time. “I too served in Afghanistan.”

“Russian Spetsnaz, I would presume.”

“Yes. Afghanistan…we would have won there, if not for your country’s interference.”

Manning shrugged, indifferent to the argument being presented.

“I didn’t join the Army until the mid-eighties, so that was mostly before my time.”

Baluyevsky grunted, and Manning wondered if he was bothered by Manning rebuffing his attempt at bonding.

“In the course of your employment with Mr. Lin’s partners, you’ve also eliminated fourteen competitors throughout Asia, mostly in Taiwan, China, and Japan. This impresses Mr. Lin, for he knows it’s difficult for a foreigner to conduct these activities and remain anonymous in those countries.”

Manning remained silent.

Baluyevsky waved toward the ceiling.

“I can assure you that this room is clean. We have already had a person in Mr. Lin’s employ give his personal attestation toward your skills. These are skills that Mr. Lin is highly interested in. You may speak freely, please.”

“Pardon me if I choose discretion at this time,” Manning replied. “After all, we don’t exactly know each other.”

“I see. I still have questions. Do you need to know the reasons for these ‘missions’, as you call them?” Baluyevsky asked.

“Not necessarily, unless the knowledge increases my chances of getting closer to the target.”

“And do you have any rules for accepting an engagement?”

“Principals and their immediate associates only. No women, no children, no family, no torture,” Manning said immediately. “Those are non-negotiable requirements from my end.”

Baluyevsky nodded automatically.

“Have you ever killed innocents?”

Manning remained silent again.

“As what recently happened in Japan, perhaps,” Baluyevsky continued.

Manning grimaced inwardly. Wow, bad news travels fast.

Baluyevsky grunted when Manning neither confirmed nor denied the incident. His blue eyes locked with Manning’s.

“Regardless, I can see that what happened bothers you,” Baluyevsky said. “I can understand this. But these things do happen to men like us, from time to time. Yes?”

“Apparently,” Manning conceded.

Baluyevsky turned the page in his day planner. Manning glimpsed a gold Rolex Daytona on his thick wrist. It was the only jewelry he wore.

“Can you eliminate someone before they have become a verified threat?” he asked.

“How do you mean?”

Baluyevsky looked at Manning directly.

“If you feel someone intends to use lethal force against your client, will you neutralize that individual before they can act?”

Manning considered it.

“That’s a wide-open question. But if the threat is something I deem severe, then yes, I would neutralize it… though not necessarily by lethal means.”

“So you would allow an assailant another opportunity then,” Baluyevsky judged.

“Not at all. But I would presume that I’ll be of no use to Mr. Lin if I keep plugging anyone who comes near him, especially since it wouldn’t be very long until I’m in jail,” Manning said. “And I’m also quite certain that Mr. Lin isn’t interested in any more attention than he’s already received.”

“Will you use lethal techniques in a questionable situation?”

“Didn’t you just ask that question?”

“Indulge me.”

“I have used lethal force in circumstances where it looked like they weren’t warranted, and it later came to light that my actions were the correct ones. Every situation’s dynamic, and that’s the best answer I can give you.”

“I understand.” Baluyevsky closed his day planner without writing a single note and rose to his feet. “Please wait here.”

With that, he was gone, closing the door behind him.

Manning sighed softly and leaned back in his chair.

A few moments later, the door opened. This time, it was a polished, elderly Chinese man stepped into the room. His gait was quick, and his movements were sharp. He emanated an air of power and wealth, mirrored by his expensive gray double-breasted suit and immaculately-shined shoes that likely cost as much as a decent car. James Lin had finally made his grand entrance. Manning rose to his feet immediately.

“Manning xiansheng, ni zhidao wo shi shui ma?” he asked, after he had closed the door. Mister Manning, do you know who I am?

“Shi de.”

“I rarely have the opportunity to speak to a foreigner in my native tongue,” Lin continued. It was a lie, Manning knew; there were thousands of foreign businessmen who spoke Mandarin. “May we continue our discussion in Mandarin?” he finished.

“By all means, sir.”

Lin settled himself into the chair opposite Manning and motioned for Manning to sit. Manning did so after a respectful pause, and slid back into his chair once the older Chinese man had gotten himself squared away.

“You come recommended to me, Bai Hu. Chen Gui speaks highly of you, and it appears that he and I are somewhat in your debt for your actions in Tokyo,” he said in Mandarin.

“I merely did what I was contracted to do.”

“Perhaps. But you saved my organization great face, and preserved our territory there. While I rarely bother with such things such as this myself, there is a great amount of money to be made by these types of endeavors.” Lin paused for a moment. “Tell me, is Chen Gui still an insufferable idiot?”

Manning smiled.

“I wouldn’t use such words to describe him, Mr. Lin.”

“Of course not. Talking about your employer in such a manner is the easiest way to be killed.”