Chapter Thirteen
Chang sat upright in the darkness. He was n***d in a meditation position and had been that way for the past two hours, the sweat glistening on his body, as he waited in this cheap motel on the interstate, watching the clock tick down. He had been here for the past few days, waiting by the telephone for the call from his controller.
12.35 In the morning. The call would happen soon.
He breathed in, slowly and steadily, his mind clear and focused. Even the ringing of the telephone did not disturb him when it happened. He slowly stretched one arm over and picked up the handset. He spoke the recognition code clearly: “Mortis.”
“Is the team ready?” said the voice of his controller. Strong, clear, in control.
“Yes. They are on standby. I have a surveillance operator watching
