Sword of God

'But don't worry, I'm not going to report you. I mean, you did save my life today.'

Thirty minutes later they were walking into one of the restaurants at the Black Stone, where they were given a window seat that overlooked the Yellow Sea. Compliments of Mr. Lee. Payne was dressed comfortably in jeans and a dress shirt, not as formal as the other diners, but nobody seemed to care. Everyone was too busy eating and drinking, soaking in the atmosphere, to pay much attention to them. The entire dining room was bathed in candlelight and romance.

'Thank God we're alone,' Payne joked as he helped her with her chair. 'If D.J. was here, he'd probably get liquored up and try to kiss me.'

'Please don't remind me. Been there, done that.'

'That's right. I almost forgot about the kiss! That was, what? Almost two days ago?'

She did the math in her head. 'Oh, wow. That seems so long ago. Two days doesn't seem possible. Two weeks, maybe. Not two days.'

'Well, that's something you'll learn. Clocks tick at a different rate of speed in the field.'

Kia paused while a busboy filled their glasses with water. 'Speaking of the field, I'd like to officially apologize for my behavior. I shouldn't have wandered away from the cave without telling you where I was going. I put you in an awkward position, one where you had to swoop in and rescue me. I never should've let that happen.'

'Don't worry about it. In fact, I should be thanking you for your efforts. There's no way we could've gotten Kim to talk without your help. He opened up because of you.'

She smiled, appreciative of his praise.

'Of course, that being said, you might want to stay a little bit closer in the future.'

Her smile grew wider. 'Why do you think I'm here?'

It was a rhetorical question but a good question nonetheless. The truth was Payne didn't know why she was there. There had been some innocent flirting during the past hour, but up until then he had viewed Kia as a member of his squad. Nothing more. Now all of a sudden he was sitting across from her, staring at her in candlelight as waves crashed upon the rocky shore, romantic thoughts dancing through his head. He had never been put in this position before, working so closely with a beautiful woman. He wasn't sure where to draw the line.

Hell, he didn't even know if a line was necessary.

In reality, he was no longer in the military, meaning he was no longer bound by their strict rules and codes in regard to social interaction. Still, she viewed him as a superior; there was no doubt about that. However, he wasn't sure if that was even important on such a temporary assignment. For all he knew, their official mission-to rescue Schmidt and his men-was already over. So if something happened between them, was there really any harm?

To him, it was a question that needed to be answered before he'd let anything progress.

'You know,' Kia said, breaking the silence, 'this isn't my first trip to Jeju. When I was a young girl, my father brought me here to see the haenyo, the women divers of the island.' She pointed out the window to the Yellow Sea, where three yachts, their lights twinkling against the horizon, floated on the rolling darkness. 'To watch them work was amazing. Most of them were in their forties or fifties, but some were in their sixties or seventies. They'd tie rocks to their belts and jump into the deep water, sometimes sinking more than twenty meters down to the ocean floor, where they'd collect abalone and sea urchins and a variety of other treasures. They'd stay down there for several minutes, longer than I thought was possible to hold one's breath, before they'd untie the rocks and swim back to the surface with baskets full of goods.'

She took a sip of water before continuing. 'For some reason it's taboo on the island for men to do any diving. No one's really sure why. Some say it's because women have more fat on their bodies, which allows them to endure the cold waters of the deep. Others say it's because women are more buoyant, allowing them to swim to the surface faster after filling their baskets. But whatever the reason, they're some of the best divers in the world. Male or female.'

Payne nodded in agreement. He had heard stories about the women divers of Korea but didn't know they were based here. Some Navy SEALs even used their breathing techniques.

'To be honest,' she continued, 'that's one of the reasons I pushed so hard for this assignment. I've been a translator for many years, working for military bases around the world, but I've always wanted to work in the field. It's something I've always wanted to do. Sadly, I never had the guts to pursue any openings until this assignment became available. As soon as I heard Jeju, I figured a higher power was telling me something. My father brought me here to learn from these courageous women. Now I have a chance to show some courage of my own.'

He smiled at her story, glad to know something about her background that wasn't found in a personnel file. 'I have to admit I was skeptical at first. But truthfully, things have worked out well. Of course, I'm still not sure how you convinced Harrington to give you a chance. There had to be dozens of other applicants who spoke Korean.'

'There probably were. But unlike most of them, I'm also pretty good with Arabic.'

Payne froze, his warning sensors going off. 'Excuse me?'

'I speak Korean, Arabic, Japanese-'

'Hold up.' Payne glanced around to make sure no one was listening. He lowered his voice just to be safe. 'Arabic was one of your requirements?'

She nodded. 'Korean and Arabic, though I'm not sure why Arabic was so important. It's not very common in this part of the world.'

'Sonofabitch!' Payne mumbled. A major piece of the puzzle had just fallen into his lap, and he needed to act on it immediately. 'Kia, I'm sorry, but we don't have time for dinner.'

'We don't?'

'No,' he said as he stood from the table. 'We have to leave now.'

23

Payne hustled back to his suite, where he roused Jones from his nap. Meanwhile, Kia was dispatched to find Mr. Lee, whose local knowledge might come in handy.

Jones said, 'You're telling me Arabic was a requirement of her job posting?'

Payne nodded. 'Which means Harrington was expecting Arab witnesses.'

'Or prisoners.'

'Which supports our terrorist theory. It also explains something Kim said. He mentioned hearing ancient voices, like the Devil speaking in tongues. That's how Arabic might sound to someone who's never heard it before.'

Jones agreed, then went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. He had showered before falling asleep so he was ready to leave whenever necessary. 'Any word from Dial?'

'Not yet. But it's only been a few hours. Nick's good, but not that good.'

'Unfortunately, Arabic doesn't do much to limit our candidates.'

'Sure it does,' Payne joked. 'Only three hundred million people speak Arabic as their main language. We've just eliminated several billion suspects in the world.'

Jones gurgled in front of the sink. 'G-g-g-g-g-ooood point.' He spit for emphasis.

'The thing that confuses me the most is Harrington. What's with all his games? He dragged us here under false pretenses, then gave us only half the intel we needed to succeed. That doesn't make sense to me. Why bring us in if he wants us to fail?' Payne paused, thinking back to their plane trip with Harrington. 'Do you remember what he said when you asked him about Schmidt's latest missions? He told you it was none of your goddamned business. That should've told us something right there. He's been keeping stuff from us from the very beginning.'

Jones emerged from the bathroom. 'Unless he hasn't been.'

'What does that mean?'

'Who knows? Maybe Harrington isn't messing with us. There might be other possibilities.'

'Such as?'

'Maybe he's a crappy colonel.'

Payne laughed. 'A crappy colonel?'

'Maybe he's not keeping us in the dark. Maybe he's just clueless.'