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perfect sense. Other than the United States and maybe Mossad, no one had
the balls to pull off such a flagrant stunt on Chinese soil. The Uighurs?
Please, not those goat herders. Tibetans? Those pacifists? Buddha no. Indians?
Bold democracies didn’t exist. Taipei, Seoul, Pyongyang? No, no and hell no.
But then of course there was the forlorn, forgotten yet capable bear.
    There were
four land crossings with Russia, mostly permitting day trips for Chinese
traders and Russian babushkas. Security was pretty lax up there in Siberia.
Russian special agents from the SVR, dressed as babushkas could have easily
slipped in. Or perhaps it was the Asiatic Russian agents. Either way it would
have been easy.
    “What?”
responded Hu Gong.
    “I’m sorry
to hear that Sir… Or is it the Shanghai Zoo?” persisted the secretary.
    “Zoo? What
the fuck are you talking about? Get out. All of you. Tell those morons at
Foreign Affairs and Finance to jerk each other off.”
    “Oh. So should
I cancel those meetings, Sir?”
    “Are you
deaf? Tell them exactly what I said. And tell the Premier I need to see him now.”
     
    “Yes Sir.”
    “And you
nerds,” Hu Gong turned to the SIGINT men, “what the fuck are you waiting for?
Get out. Go.”
    Hu seethed
and stormed around his office. He opened his door and barked at his other
secretary, “Get me Liang on the phone.” Liang was his own henchman in the MSS.
    43 seconds
later Liang was on Line 3.
    “Boss?”
    “I want
you to check on the three Siberian crossings with Russia. I want you,
personally, to see every face that came in – Russian and Chinese – and bring me
a list of suspects.”
    “Ok. How
far back should I go?”
    “Three
months.”
    His
secretary popped in, “Sir the Premier is free for the next hour.”
    Hu Gong had
already stormed out of his palatial office. The security guard outside his door
immediately signaled the agency’s fleet of armored Audis to get ready. The boss
was out on a hunting trip.

Chapter 6
    Kremlin, Moscow
               
                “Madam, the
Chinese Premier Wong Xiannian is on the line,” informed an assistant.
    Anna
Petrova motioned for Sergey Luzkhov, her foreign minister to leave the room.
    She picked
up the phone, “Evening Wong.”
    “Madam
President thank you for taking my call at such short notice.”
    “Call me
Anna. Here at the Kremlin, the doors are open 24x7… especially for old
friends.” She had emphasized the old part.
    “Yes of
course Madam… Anna. It’s just that, a few hours back your Foreign Minister
issued a very disturbing threat against our great nation. When we brought up a
train mishap in Guangdong, Minister Luzkhov said he was willing to turn us into
a bowl of teriyaki sauce… if we didn’t drop the matter.”
    “Oh that’s
so offensive. I apologize to your People. He keeps forgetting Teriyaki is
Japanese. How ignorant of him?”
    “Madam… Anna,
that’s clearly not the point. He issued a threat…”
    “Mr.
President relax. On my first day in office, Sergey threatened me. Then he
threatened our FSB head. Last week he even threatened the American Secretary of
State. He probably threatened Pyongyang and Paris before breakfast. It’s what
he does.”
    “Hmm. I
see... So you don’t think Sergey is out of line?”
    “Nope. I
stand by him and his ministry.”
    “And you
have no explanation for the train incident…”
    “Like I
said, I stand by Sergey. Whatever he said is probably true.”
    “This is
going to be a problem, Anna.”
    “I am
getting tired Xiannian. You are either a friend of the Federation or a foe of
the Federation. Choose wisely.”
     
     
     
    Wong
Xiannian slammed his magenta phone. “Fucking bitch… that fucking bitch… It
wasn’t rogue elements in the Russian government. It was an authorized hit.
That… Hu, close all our land crossings, suspend visas to Russians, send their
envoy back,” screamed the Chinese Premier.
    Ministry
of State Security head,