CHAPTER 6
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BACK IN THEIR APARTMENT THEY found books and maps and other information on Myanmar with a note from Steers telling them to go through the material thoroughly.
Temple said scornfully, “Great, we’re back in high school.” He glanced at the sliding door leading to a small balcony overlooking Hong Kong, and motioned toward it.
“I don’t trust the woman any farther than I can throw her,” muttered Temple as he leaned on the balcony and studied the cityscape below. “You believe her mother really is in a prison in Myanmar?”
“If she has an inside person, why not deploy a well-trained extraction team to do the job quickly and precisely, instead of us slowly making our way there?”
“Does she want her mother to die? And us along with her?”
Nash shook his head. “Why not just leave her in prison then? And if she wants us dead, she doesn’t need an elaborate scheme to do so. Bang bang and we’re done.”
“Then she really must want her mother out of there. So I guess we’re headed to Myanmar on an impossible mission,” Temple said miserably.
They went back inside, where Nash started to go through the materials left for them. Temple, however, walked past all of that and headed to his bedroom.
Nash called after him, “Hey, it would be a good idea if we knew some of this stuff.”
“Yeah, brief me when you’re done.”
Nash shook his head and settled down to his studies.
Later that night, as he went to his room, Nash thought, I’ve done the impossible up to this point. Maybe I can do it one more time.
But then another thought occurred to him.
Why wait?