Kangnam Mountains, Democratic People’s Republic of (North) Korea
“They’re searching for us.” Lee had been listening for the past few tense minutes to shouted conversations in Korean that echoed clearly off the surrounding rocks. “They seem to think the intruders are either Chinese or South Korean.”
“Can you tell how many?” Stokey quietly checked the magazine in the stolen AKS-74 and figured he had about ten rounds remaining from the lethal burst he’d fired to eliminate the North Korean road guard the previous night. Those rounds and the four remaining in his Makarov were all they had to use if they were discovered. Lee held up four fingers but Stokey knew that number only included the searchers they could hear around the cliff edge above them. He glanced out the mouth of the cave and saw
