Danielle held up a gadget. “The radio doesn’t seem to be affected. I can call the team and let them know what’s happening.”
Casey shook his head. “They’re in the middle of an active mission.”
“Director,” Danielle urged. “I’m ninety percent sure that these are North Korean special forces operators, which means Rhee’s people. Do you really want them running loose in a hotel full of innocent, unarmed guests?”
Casey’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, and then he nodded. “Go ahead, inform them. But their mission comes first.”
Danielle nodded while transmitting. “Base to OUTCAST Prime: We have a Condition Omega.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
When the balcony doors blew in, they sent glass fragments across the room, slashing several of the men around the table. Kim threw up a hand to shield his face from the flying shards. Ignoring the stinging pain from multiple cuts, Kim started to draw his Baek Du San pistol as two grenades came hurtling in. Recognizing the grenade type, he aborted the draw. Instead, he dropped to the floor, curled into a tight ball, closed his eyes tight, crossed his arms in front of his face and stuck his index fingers into the opposite ears.
The two sets of flashes and loud explosions rocked him like a physical blow. He counted to three, then uncurled rolled to his knees. More on instinct that thought, he pulled his pistol and fired rounds in the direction of the balcony doors.
Lights danced across his eyes and his ears rang hard. Although his vision was blurry, he could see that the others in the room were stumbling around, unprepared for the stunning blow of the flash-bangs.
If there is no other way to keep him out of American hands, kill him.
With Major Rhee’s order echoing through his mind, Kim spun toward Hong, his pistol pointing at the Triad leader. Before he could pull the trigger, something hard slammed into his shoulder, sending him reeling back against the door. Pain shot through him, clearing his head. A second shot missed his skull by a few inches, burying itself in the door behind him.
Kim spun back toward the window and saw Cheng aiming a pistol at him. Kim fired quickly, three of his 9mm rounds finding Cheng and sending him back against the table. A masked figure darted into the room from the balcony, weapon raised. Kim and the intruder spotted each other and fired at the same time. Cheng stumbled into the line of fire and the Triad enforcer staggered as two sets of rounds struck him in the chest and back. As the Red Pole’s bloody body dropped to the floor, the door behind Kim popped open and the door guards came charging in, pistols drawn. Kim shoved his way past them and darted out the door as a burst of gunfire slammed into the 49s.
More gunfire from the third floor told Kim the enemy was also upstairs. Ignoring his pain, he pulled out a grenade from his pocket, yanked the pin and tossed it into the room he just left. The explosion was mild compared to the flash-bang, but it made his head ring again.
Despite the throbbing pain, Kim forced himself to head for the stairs. As he reached the top of the stairwell going down, three canisters fell from the floor above, landing a few feet from him and spewing a cloud of thick white smoke. As he caught a whiff of CS gas, Kim forced himself to run down the stairs, stopping at the bottom only long enough to replace his pistol’s magazine with a fresh one. He ignored his bleeding shoulder and the stares from the shocked kitchen staff.
Three armed Triad enforcers came charging into the kitchen. At the sight of weapons, the kitchen staff fled.
“Upstairs!” Kim yelled. “The Mountain Lord is under attack!” The three 49s raced past him and up the steps. Kim raced for the kitchen door.
Liam’s experience and reactions saved him.
As soon as he saw the oval sphere fly into the room, he shouted, “Grenade!” He planted his foot and threw himself backwards out the door. Stephen, who was about to follow him in, flattened himself against the brick facing next to the door. Liam mirrored him on the other side of the doorway.
The grenade exploded inside the room, the fragments ripping through anything in their path — flesh, wood, paneling and glass. The detonation blew out what little glass was left in the windows, sending it into the street.
Liam reversed direction and barreled into the room. He saw five bloody bodies lying motionless and two that were moving. One was an old man, blood-drenched and weakly trying to use a chair to pull himself up. The second person was William Hong, who was climbing to his feet, bloody, but otherwise looking relatively unharmed.
Liam launched himself across the table, slamming into the Triad leader and sending them both to the ground. Still stunned by the explosions, Hong tried to lash out, but Liam was faster, stronger and in full control of his senses. The former SEAL easily blocked the weak strike and rolled the crime lord onto his stomach. He pulled two riot cuffs from his belt and secured Hong’s arms.
Stephen followed Liam in but went around the table and checked the other bodies. Most of the others were dead. The old man, unarmed but still alive, glared at him. “Y-you will… pay for this-this…outrage!” he choked out.
Stephen recognized the speaker as Kuang Lieh, one of the senior Triad leaders. “You will pay before me,” Stephen said in fluent Arabic, then in heavily accented English, “Turn over.”
The old man spat bloody mucous onto the floor. “So you can shoot me in the back?”
“Have it your way.” Stephen let the Colt dangle from the sling and grabbed Lieh by the lapels. He hauled him to his feet, spun him around, and shoved him face down on the table. Two sets of riot cuffs were quickly used to bind Lieh’s arms, then he dumped the bound Triad leader into a chair.
Liam hauled Hong to his feet, but before he could say anything, Danielle’s voice came across the radio.
“Base to Prime. We have a Condition Omega.”
Tanner and Naomi had reached the second floor. They were sweeping the hall when Danielle’s transmission alerted them to new problems.
“What’s happening, Six?” Tanner demanded.
“An attack team penetrated the hotel’s security system. We’re off the floor but the Secret Service detail is dead. The panic signal was sent, but no telling when they get here. We can’t stay here but Casey insists your mission comes first.”
“Two here,” Liam said. “We have the objective. We just need to get him the hell out of here.”
The sounds of people rumbling up the stairs alerted Tanner. He spun as the first Triad gunman came into view. The 49 stumbled as the CS hit him and Tanner fired a long burst that nailed him from groin to shoulder. As he fell backwards, Naomi stepped forward and fired down the stairs, a dozen 5.56mm rounds tearing into the other two men on the steps. All three tumbled in a tangled heap.
“Prime to Five!” Tanner said. “Bring the vehicle now!”
“On my way!”
They heard yelling from below. “More trouble!” Naomi said.
“Two, get the objective out here now! Three, Flash-bangs down the stairs!”
Naomi nodded, took a flash-bang from her harness, pulled the pin and tossed it down the stairwell. Tanner followed Naomi’s grenade with his own flash-bang just as Liam and Stephen came through the door to Tanner’s right, dragging Hong between them. The explosions below were followed by screams.
The CS gas began to dissipate. “Three, Four, stay with Hong. Two, rear guard.”
Tanner descended first, his Colt Commando leading the way down the stairs. Six steps down, he saw armed men in suits below them, stunned by the flash-bangs. One 49 at the base of the stairs managed to clear his head enough to see the oncoming danger. He raised his Ruger .357, but Tanner nailed him with a six-round burst that ripped him from left shoulder to right hip. As he dropped, Tanner cut down a couple more still-stunned and blind 49s near the stairs with four-round bursts.