“No water to drink?”
“You have civilian clothes, don’t you?” asked Yong Kyu.
“Should be in the trunk.”
“Put them on.”
After a short while Stapley reappeared in the hall wearing work pants and a T-shirt. He had on a pair of sunglasses.
“What do you say? Can I pass for a civilian?”
“You look like one of our agents. Anyway, after you move to the new place, don’t even think about going outside during the day.”
They drove the van slowly up through Somdomeh. Whenever a military truck passed by with a honk, Stapley gave them the finger to tease them.
“Don’t do anything conspicuous.”
“How the hell would they know?”
“Your going AWOL has been reported up the command channels, and the investigations headquarters has your file by now. You have your ID card, don’t you?”
“I tore it up.”
Yong Kyu clicked his tongue and pulled the van over.
“That wasn’t very smart! Now somebody can kill you and nobody will know about you. Look, without your ID card, what’s the point of babbling about traveling to a neutral country or hooking up with the AWOL rescue network? How can you convince anybody that you’re an American soldier?”
Stapley just chuckled. “I don’t exist in Vietnam. Shit, they’ll believe I’m an American soldier when I show them the greenbacks in my pocket. US dollars mean US soldier.”
“Without an ID, don’t hang out anywhere at night, just stay put in that house.”
Yong Kyu threw both hands into the air as if to ask what else could be done, then took the wheel again. Shifting roughly, they moved into the first block of Somdomeh.
“It’d be nice if you’d join me,” murmured Stapley.
“Shut up.”
As Toi had said, they came upon a souvenir shop with flags of all nations in the window. Like other shops on the block, there was a refrigerator and a couple of tables out front. When they walked up, an old man with messy hair and sleepy eyes asked, “Coca?”
Yong Kyu nodded. He and Stapley sat side-by-side facing the street and sipped cans of Coke.
“The lease is for one month. It’ll be hard to extend it.”
Stapley looked sullen, then said, “All right. I understand the position you guys are in. It’ll be awkward for Leon, too. Da Nang is off-limits for him, so I guess he won’t be able to visit that often.”
“You shouldn’t see each other again. Headquarters knows you are close and may expect him to contact you.”
“All right. I’ll do anything to get on board a neutral country ship.”
Yong Kyu waved his finger and said, “Well. . you still wouldn’t be out of the woods then. Once you reached port, if you don’t have the right connections you could be handed straight over to the US embassy.”
“What about getting help in Saigon?”
“I’ve checked that out already. There are quite a few ships helping out AWOLs. There are quite a number of AWOLs from all over the country gathering down there. Why not try Saigon? Anyway, you still have plenty of time.”
Stapley seemed far more dispirited than he had been the night before. His gloomy face was hanging low and he went on spinning the empty Coke can in his hands. Toi’s mercury-coated silver sunglasses came into view. With a quick glance at his wristwatch, he sat down in front of the two men.
“Sorry I’m a little late.”
“Say hello. Stapley, this is Toi.”
With Yong Kyu’s introduction, they shook hands.
“Where is it?”
“Downtown.”
“I know that. Where downtown?”
“On the old market road, not far from my place.”
They got into the van with Stapley in the back seat and crossed the bridge by the smokestack.
“How did you find this place?”
Toi let out a whistle as he steered. “I had a hell of a time finding it. The prior tenant was a technician from India. I know the landlord.”
“And rent-free, you said?”
“Right, instead. .” Toi turned around and looked at Stapley, “instead he wants to cut a deal for some of the stuff coming out of Turen.”
“I suppose that may have been your idea, too?”
“Of course. All I have to do is deliver a few boxes at a time to him before we deposit the goods in the conex. That’s his only condition. And it’s only as long as Stapley stays there. The man said he also knows a way for a man to sneak out of Da Nang.”
“Which road?” Stapley asked.
“By sea,” Toi said, pointing off to the right.
“Shit, might as well go by air,” muttered Stapley.
But Toi said confidently, “A Vietnamese navy ship runs up here once a month from Nha Trang. The landlord’s son is a navy officer.”
“But what about from Nha Trang?”
“There are lots of vessels that run from Nha Trang to Saigon; the officer will set something up.”
“How much?”
“Ten thousand piasters, and then another five thousand when you get to Saigon.”
“What do you say?” Yong Kyu asked, looking back at Stapley.
“Sounds good enough.”
The van slowly crawled along the old market road. As usual, the area was bustling with merchants. It was not an area where you were likely to see foreign soldiers in uniform. A place, Yog Kyu thought, where headquarters would be unlikely to search for an AWOL. But if Stapley were to be out wandering the streets, somebody would eventually notice him. They headed into a back alley where miscellaneous American goods were for sale. They went inside a two-story house that had all its windows shuttered. A man sitting in the hall got up to greet them.
“He doesn’t speak English,” Toi said.
“That’s going to be a problem,” Stapley said, concerned.
“He knows simple phrases,” Toi said. “I’ll drop in every two or three days. Besides, he’ll call me if anything comes up.”
The man led them up a set of squeaky stairs. He opened a door. The room inside was dark. He crossed the room and opened the shutters. Immediately the room became bright, and they saw that the room was directly visible to all the houses across the alley.
“Better keep the shutters closed,” Stapley murmured.
“After we’re gone, that’s fine, but for now you should familiarize yourself with the layout.”
One bed right under the window, an empty bucket and a basin next to the door, two wooden chairs, a small desk like you would find in a schoolroom — those were the furnishings.
Yong Kyu took out his notebook and a pen. “Tell me what you need,” he said to Stapley.
“A coffee pot and a kettle, a few cups, a plate, silverware, also a fan if I’m to be cooped up here all day long, and a little refrigerator. .” Then Stapley paused and waved both hands as if suddenly struck by some revelation. “Forget it. I’m on the run. What the hell do I need those things for?”
Toi exchanged a few words with the landlord and then said, “He will lend you a hotplate. You can warm up C-rations for meals. He said he’s also got a coffee pot, cups, and plates from the kitchen that you can use.”
“Thank you,” Stapley said as he flopped down on the iron bed with metal springs. “Now I can dream about Saigon.”
Yong Kyu and Toi left him there with a simple good-bye and followed the owner down the steps. They heard Stapley shout from upstairs, “Tell Leon he’s going to win that bet!”
At around two o’clock, the usual hour for siesta at Nguyen Cuong Trading Company, Thach came by the warehouse as promised to see Pham Minh.
“Everything all right?”
He grinned at Minh as he sat on top of the desk across from him. Heat was pouring in through the open window. Thach gazed outside as he spoke.
“On my way over I submitted a report on the successful outcome of the training exercise by the reinforcement contingents of the 434th Special Action Group. Confirmation of the operation results came through the administrative agent in Somdomeh district, and I then passed the report up the chain of command. Cells A, B, and C each executed their missions superbly. In particular, the initiative of cell A in distributing leaflets among day laborers working on the American base was commendable. Since that was not specifically called for in their orders, the administrative agent criticized cell A, but the district committee’s opinion was different. They had conducted sufficient advance surveys and dry runs, and the cell members waited until the workers had been searched and were milling outside the gates of the base before covering the streets and alleys along their path with leaflets. Even more impressive is that they tried to use the young cigarette peddlers and shoeshine boys from the nearby refugee camps to hand out the leaflets.”