Seoul, Republic of (South) Korea
Sam Jackson was easy to recognize when he strolled into the Intercontinental lobby. He was trussed up in a trench coat over a suit and tie, but he moved with that same fluid grace that had marked his movements through the snowcovered mountains of North Korea. He still looked fit and lean as he swept the lobby with the same shrewd, calculating glance Shake remembered from their time together. Shake stood and waved, watching his friend brush rainwater from a shock of brush-cut hair that was just beginning to show patches of silver.
As Shake watched his old comrade shed his coat and hand it to a bar manager who treated the new arrival with the type of deference reserved for someone familiar and influential, Shake motioned for a waiter to deliver the fresh be
