'A game?'
'The kid's eight and scared out of his mind. The lighter you make it, the better.'
'Easier said than done.'
'I realize that, but you've been doing great with him. I have the utmost confidence in you.'
'I do, too,' echoed Jones. 'I've been watching you in there, and the kid really likes you. You're a natural at this.'
'Thanks. But I'm still nervous.'
'Don't worry about it. You'll do fine…. Of course, if you think it would help, I'd be happy to give you a kiss for good luck.'
Kia laughed, thankful for the levity.
'Yeah. Didn't think so.' Jones started to back down the hall. 'But if you change your mind, let me know. Just wink at the camera and I'll come running.'
Payne and Kia sat on one side of the table, the Parks on the other. Kia spread twenty pictures in front of Yong-Su and told him they were going to play a game. The rules were simple. Some of the men in the photos had been to Jeju, while many others hadn't. For every one he got right, he would be given a piece of candy-his favorite food in the whole world. However, for every one he got wrong, a piece would be taken away.
'Do you understand?' Kia asked. 'If you aren't
Yong-Su glanced at the pictures and nodded.
He could taste the candy already.
34
Before the incident, Yong-Su was a typical eight-year-old boy. He was adventurous, active, and loved getting dirty. His hair was black and grew way too fast, falling into his eyes if he didn't get it trimmed every other week. Three of his front teeth were missing-two on top, one on the bottom-giving him a jack-o'-lantern smile that was common among his age Rroup.
Of course, during the past nine days there was little lo smile about. From the moment he stumbled out of the bloody cave, he was a changed person. Partly in shock. Partly in grief. Dealing with things that would devastate most adults.
And yet there he was. Staring at all the pictures, playing Kia's game.
Looking forward to all the candy he was going to win.
In a complex world, sometimes it is the simple pleasures that get us through.
He studied the images for several seconds, choosing all I he people he saw in the cave. Selecting them in his head before he made his choices. Finally, without saying a word, he picked up a photo. Then another. And another. Two over here, three over there. Gathering them in his hands like a deck of cards. Tapping them against the table to make sure they were nice and straight. Sixteen photos in all. Some Americans. Some Arabs. A wide variety of ages.
When he was done, he handed the stack to Kia. It was much larger than she was expecting.
She said, 'You saw all of these people?'
Yong-Su shook his head and pointed to the desk. 'No,
Four photos were spread across the surface. Payne recognized them at once.
It was Trevor Schmidt and his crew.
'Can you tell us where you saw them?' she asked.
He nodded, then explained what happened that day.
Yong-Su had been playing in the woods when he smelled the blood. A strong, pungent odor that piqued his curiosity and gave him the courage to investigate the one spot he was forbidden to go. He knew he should have turned around and run in the opposite direction, but he couldn't help himself. He was drawn to the place. He had to see it for himself.
So he crept up the hill, carefully. Listening for the screams he sometimes heard at night. But on this morning, everything was silent. It gave him the nerve to continue.
The tunnel opening was dark. Almost black. The only hint of light was somewhere up ahead, cast by a single bulb that hung from the ceiling. He listened for voices but heard none. The cave was quiet, peaceful. The only sound was the occasional crunch of stone under his feet-and even that was just a whisper. The lone thing that stood out to him was the smell. The air was thick with it, filled with the putrid odor that reminded him of a hunting trip he once took with his dad.
The first chamber was unlike anything he had ever seen. Much of the floor and some of the walls were dripping with blood. Not smeared with it, but actually leaking it. Like the earth had been gashed and was starting to bleed. He walked over to the closest wall and touched it. Ran his lingers through it. The light was faint, yet bright enough to prove he wasn't imagining it.
His hand was now crimson. His face was now pale.
That was the moment he heard the voice. Initially, he thought he was just spooked by the liquid that covered his hand. Then he heard a second one. And a third. Voices emerging from the depths of the cave. Panicked, he turned to run outside but slipped on the slick floor. Soon his skin and clothes were covered in red-a color that saved his life.
He scampered to the far corner of the cave and curled into a tiny ball, partially hidden by a crevice in the rock, partially camouflaged by the blood. In the faint light, he was nearly invisible to the naked eye, especially since no one was looking for him. If they had been, they would have found him immediately. No doubt about it. The chamber was small and they were trained soldiers, but at that moment they assumed they were alone. It wasn't until much later when they saw his footsteps that they realized their facility had been breached and their secret had been spilled. That's when they were forced to invade the nearby village and kill everyone they found.
To them, their mission was too important to be derailed by sympathy.
From the back corner, Yong-Su saw four men as they approached the table and chair that were anchored to the middle of the floor. Each of them carried a small box. Each box was filled with three plastic bags. Each bag was filled with blood. The men laughed and joked as they punctured the bags with their knives and squirted the blood everywhere for the second time that day. On the floor. On the ceiling. On the walls. Bag after bag, squeeze after squeeze, until the cave glistened like a ruby in the faint light of the bulb.
There was no violence or torture on that final morning. Just a bunch of clever men who faked their own murders with bags of their own blood, liquid that had been collected over several days and stored in the cave.
DNA evidence that would prove their deaths while actually giving them life.
Payne excused himself from the interview and met Jones in private, both of them stunned by what they'd just heard. For the past two days, they were under the impression that Trevor Schmidt and his crew had been murdered inside the cave. Butchered and brutalized by some unknown group that was trying to rescue a terrorist. But now, thanks to the testimony of an eight-year-old boy, they knew the truth about the cave. Not only was Schmidt alive, but his team was probably responsible for the massacre in the village.
One minute Payne wanted to avenge his friend's death. Now he wanted to kill him.
Payne said, 'Schmidt was already running a black op. No one knew where he was or what he was doing. So why in the hell would he fake his own death?'
'If I had to guess, I'd say to hide from the man he was working for.'
'Colonel Harrington?'
Jones nodded. 'Think back to our time with the MANIACs. We were given a lot of latitude when it came to our missions. If we didn't report on time, no big deal. They came to expect that from us to a certain extent. But deep down inside, we knew there was a line we couldn't cross. And if we did, they'd send someone after us-whether we wanted them to or not.'
'And Schmidt's death erased that line.'
'No more Harrington. No more checking in. He's a free man to do whatever he wants.'
'Which ain't a good thing.'
