'Do you think the time has come?'
Xu hesitated.
During the past four years he and Fang had become close friends. Neither of them had performed very well at the Olympic Games, but it was there that they had forged a relationship.
Once Xu had managed to secure a commission for Fang in the PLA, he had very slowly, very carefully, introduced Fang to his colleagues. Fang had, indeed, shared intimate knowledge of American and allied Special Forces operations and tactics. But Fang had still come from Taiwan, and Xu had been warned by Chen and others that Fang should never be fully trusted.
Consequently, Fang was quite aware of the group's existence and its membership, but he was not part of its inner circle and unaware of the exact nature of its plans. His task, as always, would be to lead the security teams whenever the group convened.
Xu finally answered, 'Has the time come? I don't know. It's true we've been waiting for a long time, but conditions must be perfect. Don't forget the other opportunities that have come and gone. We must be patient.'
'I understand.'
'However, I would like you to go up into the mountains, meet with those elders, and see if we might secure that meeting place we discussed.'
'Do you have an exact day and time?'
'Not yet. But I want you to see how quickly they can accommodate us.'
'I will take care of it immediately.'
With his heart pounding, Fang Zhi left Xu's office and climbed into his Brave Warrior, a new four-wheel-drive off-road vehicle that resembled a smaller version of the American Hummer and was painted olive drab. He left the Group Army Headquarters, heading east for the inland mountains.
Soon the paved roads turned to dirt, and he rumbled past the cold streams and brown forests that would soon warm and return to their lush green. In some areas where the houses were completely shaded by trees, the only signs of civilization were the power and phone poles lining the path.
The road grew steeper, more tortuous, with large limbs overhanging the truck. Fang had only visited the site at night, and he took a moment to marvel over the beautiful countryside. This was his home.
His only wish was that Xu would finally trust him. He sensed the secrets in his friend's tone, and for the past four years, Fang had bided his time, hoping he would eventually be allowed to join the Spring Tigers as an equal partner. He might lack the higher rank of the others, but he was and would continue to be a valuable consultant on the enemy's tactics, techniques, and procedures.
Fang knew he shouldn't resent Xu if that never happened. His friend was under the pressure of his colleagues, and so it was up to Fang to continue to prove his worth and loyalty.
He drove for nearly two more hours, heading down into a remote valley where a lone Hakka castle, surrounded by steep mountains and thick forests, sprang up from the earth like a quartet of nuclear missile silos: rings with hollow centers.
The Hakka people had, over the course of centuries, migrated from Northern China to settle in the south. They had a long and rich history, and most notably, a unique form of architecture: round, earthen castles constructed of clay, ash, and bran. These structures rose as high as four or five stories, and some had been in place for over one thousand years.
As Fang neared the castle, the four round buildings with mushroom-shaped rooflines grew more distinct, along with a central square structure that also contained a courtyard. Nearly one hundred people lived and worked around the castle. The ground floors were reserved for storing food, cooking, eating, and socializing, while the upper floors were used as living quarters. The youngest people resided on the top floors.
The main entrance was through a central gate, similar to the castles of Europe, and what Fang appreciated most about this particular castle were the tall wrought-iron doors that offered added security.
It had been Fang's suggestion to work out a deal with the Hakka to borrow their castle for meetings. The location was remote, easy to secure, and should the worst ever happen, the group would be surrounded by civilian shields, which could give an enemy pause.
Additionally, the Hakka, who were well paid for allowing them to use their facility, treated every member of the group like emperors. Most importantly, they were discreet, which had been a difficult challenge at other locations.
As Fang drove up the long path, then turned down the road, children playing along the embankment stopped and ran after his truck.
By the time he reached the gate, he'd drawn a small crowd of little ones, and one of the fourteen village elders, Huang, a gray-haired stick of a man whose pants were buckled high above his navel, shooed the children away and came toward Fang as he climbed out.
'Is this new?' asked Huang, his eyes widening as he ran fingers over the Brave Warrior's hood.
'You like it?'
'Very much.'
'Perhaps I can get you one.'
'No. I don't believe it.'
'Believe it.'
'All right. Now come inside for tea. You have no choice.' Huang smiled tightly.
Fang followed him through the open gates and into the central courtyard. He glanced up at the women pinning clothes on lines strung between the curving balconies.
'I assume you've come to plan another meeting?' asked Huang as they crossed the yard.
'Yes.'
'Well, the other elders have grown squeamish about all this. And the helicopters make too much noise.'
'So your price has increased?'
Huang paused, turned back. 'Yes, it has. And I will need one of those trucks.'
Fang tensed. 'I'm sure we can reach an agreement.'
They turned into a narrow hallway that took them into a modest-sized eating area with wooden tables and fireplace.
But before Huang could fetch them tea, Fang glanced back, making sure they were alone.
Abruptly, he drew the sword cane he kept buckled to his side, reared back, and struck a solid blow to Huang's shoulder, knocking the old man to his knees.
Huang gasped, one hand going to his wound. 'Fang! What are you doing?'
Fang lifted the sword, balancing it a hairsbreadth away from Huang's nose. 'I'm reminding you, old man, that we are not to be threatened. We've made you a generous deal. And I will get you that truck, but our price is the same.'
'All right. All right.'
'You tell the elders that they should remain squeamish, because if they change their minds, I am unsure what terrible things will happen here.'
'Fang, you don't have to do this.'
'It would seem I do. Now then, I won't be staying for tea. Tell the others we will be coming soon.' Fang pulled a cell phone from his hip pocket and placed it on the ground beside him. 'Keep this turned on. Keep it with you at all times. I will call. Be ready. Do you understand?'
'Yes.'
Fang's sword hissed as he slid it back into the cane, then he offered a hand to Huang, who glanced at it, then finally accepted. 'You see?' Fang asked with a broad grin. 'Everything's better now.'
SEVENTEEN
