“We’re not far from the ruins of Banpo Village,” Chang said. “More than six thousand years old. In Xi’an, that’s the capital of this region, there are other ancient wonders — the Goose Pagoda, the Forest of Stone Tablets, the Qin Terra-cotta Warriors and Horses.”
“Very scenic and historical,” Jay said. “And a well-built scenario.”
“You honor me.”
“I call ’em like I see ’em. What’s the time line?”
“About 180 °CE,” Chang said. “There, just ahead, to your right, see the boat with the red eyes?”
Jay saw the one Chang meant. The same sampan-style, a bit bigger than their boat, with a single man in it, in one of those straw coolie hats — unless somebody was hidden in the little cabin.
“Why are we watching him?” Jay asked.
“Because he is watching somebody else,” Chang said. “The junk, ahead and to the left.”
Jay looked at the larger boat. He didn’t see anybody on the decks. The boat had an anchor line out, holding it still against the current.
“Who’s on it?”
Chang shook his head. “I don’t know. They have not revealed themselves. But the man in the red-eyed sampan has kept the junk — one of the old Grand Canal designs — under close observation since I spotted him.”
“What does it mean?”
“Again, I do not know. Before my recent software acquisition, I didn’t know either of these two existed. The man in the sampan — there’s a sexual metaphor in that name, did you know? — is a computer operator of some skill. I did not have the tools to see him before. When I happened across him, I was surprised. As adept as he is, his interest in the other player is by itself most interesting.”
“And you think this something I need to know?”
Chang stopped working the oar. He lifted a heavy anchor tied to a long rope and tossed it over the side. It disappeared in the muddy water and the line sank rapidly, paying out until the anchor hit bottom. The boat drifted a short ways, then slowed to a stop.
“Perhaps this would be a good place to fish,” Chang observed.
“It’s your scenario,” Jay said with a shrug. “But, again, why would I find this particularly interesting?”
“Please pardon me if I offer an observation that is completely incorrect,” Chang said. “But if I had to guess, I’d say you are looking for somebody who has caused something of a stir in military computer circles of late. I also understand that CyberNation has had some difficulties.”
Jay blinked against the glare from the water. Too bad they couldn’t wear polarized sunshades in this scenario. “How did you hear about that?”
“Even China does not exist in a vacuum. Rumors travel. I am not entirely without access to the West.”
“Assuming you’re right, why here?”
“Because I believe you are seeking a Chinese operator. Little things you have said during our acquaintance indicate this. My apologies if I am wrong.”
Jay shook his head. “No apologies necessary. You aren’t wrong.”
Chang said nothing.
Jay said, “Without getting into details, you nailed it. I’ll take all the help I can get.”
“I will give all that I can,” Chang said.
“Got a telescope on this boat?”
“In the trunk inside the cabin. I’ll fetch it.”
“Good. Then we can get a closer look at this guy.”
Both men smiled.
“General Hadden would like to speak to you,” Thorn’s secretary said over the intercom. She sounded nervous.
“Sure. Which line?” Thorn asked.
“Uh, he’s here, sir. In the office.”
Thorn frowned. The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs was here?
“Send him in, please.” Thorn fought to keep his composure. People like that didn’t just go places without letting folks know in advance. What was he doing here?
Four-Star Army General Patrick Lee Hadden stepped into Thorn’s office. He was in uniform, his jacket’s breast covered with ribbons and medals. He was a genuine war hero. Hadden was awarded two Purple Hearts in Vietnam, along with the Bronze and Silver Stars, and served with distinction in Bosnia, First Iraq, and the Syrian campaign. He was a tall man, iron-gray hair that was once black in a brush cut, still fit for a man of sixty-four, his face tanned and creased with laugh lines. His nose, broken at least once and set a hair crooked, gave his face a certain lopsided character.
Thorn stood, feeling as if he needed to come to attention.
“Commander,” Hadden said. He smiled, a high-wattage expression, with natural but nearly perfect teeth.
“General. Please, have a seat.” Thorn gestured at the couch.
Hadden sat, his back straight, but not stiff. Thorn also sat.
“What can I do for you, sir?”
“I, ah, just happened to be in the neighborhood,” he said. He smiled again, to show he was kidding. “I wanted to check and see if you’ve made any more progress on our problem.”
Thorn had told Jay to keep the military liaison posted and up to date, so anything he could offer now wouldn’t be new, but he also had heard that Hadden was a hands-on guy when it came to things he considered important. He wanted to hear what was what from the man running the investigation, and Thorn could understand that. When something reflected on you up the chain of command, when it might eventually be your head on the block for any reason, it was a good idea to track those things.
Still, it irritated Thorn a little. The military was hearing it as soon as Net Force had anything to tell them, Hadden had to know that, so he had to be here for something else as well. To prod them a little? To check out Thorn personally?
Or to put the fear of God into him?
“Our best people are on it,” Thorn said. “We are making progress.”
Hadden leaned forward a little. “And the sun is shining, the birds are singing, and all is normal with the world? That’s a little… nonspecific. The service is bleeding money every time this snafu hits us, Commander. I want to know how close we are to catching this terrorist and stopping his attacks.”
Here was a powerful man, used to command, and accustomed to getting his way. Thorn could feel that radiate from him. He understood it, but he didn’t like being the focus of it. He was used to doing things his way, too, and nothing got his back up faster than somebody who didn’t know what he was talking about telling him how to do his job — or hinting that he didn’t know how to do it.
“Do you think it’s going to rain in Sydney next Thursday, sir?” he asked.
“Excuse me, what does that have to do with—?” Hadden stopped. “Ah.”
Thorn saw that the general had gotten it, he wasn’t slow, but Thorn wanted to make sure. “My crystal ball doesn’t work any better than yours, General,” he said. “You’re getting our best effort. This isn’t like tracking an elephant across damp ground. We’ll find the guy. Could be tomorrow, could be next week, could be a month from now. It takes what it takes.”
Hadden smiled. “You’re not afraid of me, are you, Commander?”
Thorn didn’t hesitate. “No, sir,” he said. “All you can do is fire me. I don’t need the job.”
Hadden’s smile grew bigger. “I could do a lot worse than that, actually, but that wouldn’t help me solve my problem, would it?”
“Not unless you have somebody better to replace me.”
“And you doubt that.”
Thorn shrugged. “Me, maybe. My technical people? You can’t find better.”
Hadden’s smile had gone away. “And they are loyal to you.”
“I can’t speak to that. Fire me and find out.”