Capture of the Defiance

Chapter 3-3

“What did you discover?” The man standing in the elegant office overlooking the bay asked.

Sun Yung-Wing poured himself a cup of tea from the small, antique silver teapot. The steam rose from the delicate white china teacup. He lifted the fragrant brew to his nose and inhaled with appreciation. The tall, slender, elegantly dressed man that had entered the room politely waited until his employer turned before he answered.

“Mr. Harrington is still in a coma,” the man stated.

Yung turned to look at the new man in charge of his security. The last one was now at the bottom of the ocean. He carefully studied Ren Lu. The man’s slender frame, perfectly cut black hair, and calm face were very deceptive. There was an air of something dark and barely controlled under his polished exterior. Ren Lu had dispatched with his previous boss without hesitation when Yung gave the order after the man screwed up with dealing with Harrington.

“He is still alive?” Yung asked with mild surprise.

“Yes, Mr. Sun. Until we can locate the information that was stolen, I thought it best not to kill him. There is no guarantee that he will survive. If he wakes, I have personnel in position to extract the information before eliminating Mr. Harrington,” Ren Lu explained in a quiet tone.

“And what are you doing about locating the information that was stolen from me?” Yung asked in a deceptively pleasant voice before he took a sip of his tea.

Ren Lu stared back at his employer with a cool confidence. “I have accessed the security cameras situated around the marketplace. I was able to narrow in on an encounter Mr. Harrington had with another individual shortly before he was struck by the van. The video was inconclusive, but I believe Mr. Harrington may have given the information to the man. There is a section of the video where it looks like he pulled something out of his pocket. It is unclear if the American was a contact of his or not.”

Yung walked silently over to his desk and placed the teacup down on it before he pulled out the chair behind the desk and sat down. Sitting back, he once again studied the man in front of him. The recent discovery of Harrington’s double cross had stung. He had prided himself on his ability to recognize someone who was being deceptive.

“Have you located this individual?” Yung asked.

“Yes, sir. The American has a vessel berthed at the Royal Hong Kong Yacht club,” Ren Lu replied.

“Bring him to me,” Yung ordered. “I have business offshore. I want no mistakes this time. I want the information that was stolen returned to me and anyone involved eliminated.”

“Yes, sir,” Ren Lu replied with a slight bow.

“Mr. Lu,” Yung said, stopping Ren Lu when he started to turn.

“Yes, sir?” Ren Lu responded.

“Remember what happens to those who fail,” Yung stated in a cold voice.

“Yes, Mr. Sun,” Ren Lu replied, bowing his head once again.

Yung watched his new security chief exit his office. He sat in silence for several long minutes before he reached for his cell phone. Pushing his chair back, he rose and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling, tinted glass windows and stared across the bay. In the distance, he could see the marina in question.

“Send for the helicopter,” he ordered his assistant on the other end.

With a press of the button, he disconnected the call. This was one situation where he would need to be personally involved. There was too much at risk. If his clients were to discover that their identities and locations had been compromised because of him, the United States and British governments would be the least of his concerns.