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said.
“No pay. Mi-young gift,” she said.
“Kamsahamnida (Thank you),” Lee said. “I’ll just tip the ladies then.”
We went outside to get a cab and I noticed the black car still illegally parked and so did Lee.
Lee took a different taxi than Mi-young and I. His home was in a different direction than the hotel. As we rode to the Chosun Hotel, she snuggled up to me, tightly holding my arm, placing her head on my shoulder. It was like the good old days.
I glanced out the back window and saw the black car on our tail.
chapter three
KEIKO & MIDORI
It was Sunday morning, 7 am, when I woke up. Mi-young was still sound asleep. I kissed her forehead and pulled the covers over her perfect naked body. After taking a shower, I called room service, ordering a Korean breakfast for two, with strong coffee.
Room service brought our breakfast in fifteen minutes. After popping two 300 mg aspirins to get rid of my headache, I sat down at the desk and started to make a list of ideas that we could discuss with President Roh, if we could arrange a meeting.
While sipping on a cup of hot coffee, I jotted down: What is Suk’s background? Why change the President’s bodyguards? Who actually ordered the replacement of the NIS Director and why? Who are the current bodyguards for the President? How can we arrange a meeting with the President to advise him that we are concerned about his safety?
Other things of interest, but not necessarily related: Who is the Korean man I saw with Ellington? Who are Ellington and Wright? What are they doing in Korea? Are they the same person?
My room phone rang. “Hello, Gunn here.”
“Hello Jack, this is Ted.”
“Good morning, Ambassador.”
“I got an email that you arrived, and I’m looking forward to seeing you Monday morning to discuss the security situation here in Korea. I’ve changed the time from nine to seven. Is that ok for you?”
“Yes Sir, that’s fine for me. I’m looking forward to seeing you again. Thank you for calling.”
“Ok Jack, see you then.”
“Goodbye,” I replied.
Ambassador Ted Stevens was a career diplomat. I knew him years ago when he was an Assistant to the U.S. Ambassador in Japan. He’s a good man and takes his job very seriously, which he should because the Ambassador is the King over here. He calls all the shots with the President’s blessings.
Ambassador positions are appointed by the President as a political favor. That means someone who has helped the President become elected, either by donations or by active involvement in the campaign, can obtain an Ambassadorship. Or a person could be just a close friend of the President and land the job.
In important countries like South Korea, Japan, and middle-eastern countries, great care is taken to select the correct person to handle the job. The Ambassador is the “eyes and ears” for the United States. He reports to the Secretary of State and the President.
Stevens is the one who requested me to head security for the Korea office. If it wasn’t for him, I’d still be in Chicago pushing a pencil. I was thinking about retiring and becoming a police officer of some type. If not that, I could always get a job as a rent-a-cop working for ten bucks an hour. That idea didn’t thrill me.
Ted is a tall good-looking dude with blond hair and a baby face. The kind of face most women like. He is kind and considerate, as well as generous to others. He likes to party and I would classify him as a ladies’ man, because he has slept with a lot of them. Ted speaks in an aristocratic-type voice, similar to a British person who has a stick up his ass, because of his accent from the New England area.
Ted trusts my knowledge, judgment, and skill. Only I know why he does. It’s a secret that we’ll take to our graves. My thoughts wondered back to a critical incident that occurred in Japan.
IN JAPAN A FEW YEARS AGO
*****
I was assigned to the U.S. Embassy in Tokyo. Japan appears to
“No pay. Mi-young gift,” she said.
“Kamsahamnida (Thank you),” Lee said. “I’ll just tip the ladies then.”
We went outside to get a cab and I noticed the black car still illegally parked and so did Lee.
Lee took a different taxi than Mi-young and I. His home was in a different direction than the hotel. As we rode to the Chosun Hotel, she snuggled up to me, tightly holding my arm, placing her head on my shoulder. It was like the good old days.
I glanced out the back window and saw the black car on our tail.
chapter three
KEIKO & MIDORI
It was Sunday morning, 7 am, when I woke up. Mi-young was still sound asleep. I kissed her forehead and pulled the covers over her perfect naked body. After taking a shower, I called room service, ordering a Korean breakfast for two, with strong coffee.
Room service brought our breakfast in fifteen minutes. After popping two 300 mg aspirins to get rid of my headache, I sat down at the desk and started to make a list of ideas that we could discuss with President Roh, if we could arrange a meeting.
While sipping on a cup of hot coffee, I jotted down: What is Suk’s background? Why change the President’s bodyguards? Who actually ordered the replacement of the NIS Director and why? Who are the current bodyguards for the President? How can we arrange a meeting with the President to advise him that we are concerned about his safety?
Other things of interest, but not necessarily related: Who is the Korean man I saw with Ellington? Who are Ellington and Wright? What are they doing in Korea? Are they the same person?
My room phone rang. “Hello, Gunn here.”
“Hello Jack, this is Ted.”
“Good morning, Ambassador.”
“I got an email that you arrived, and I’m looking forward to seeing you Monday morning to discuss the security situation here in Korea. I’ve changed the time from nine to seven. Is that ok for you?”
“Yes Sir, that’s fine for me. I’m looking forward to seeing you again. Thank you for calling.”
“Ok Jack, see you then.”
“Goodbye,” I replied.
Ambassador Ted Stevens was a career diplomat. I knew him years ago when he was an Assistant to the U.S. Ambassador in Japan. He’s a good man and takes his job very seriously, which he should because the Ambassador is the King over here. He calls all the shots with the President’s blessings.
Ambassador positions are appointed by the President as a political favor. That means someone who has helped the President become elected, either by donations or by active involvement in the campaign, can obtain an Ambassadorship. Or a person could be just a close friend of the President and land the job.
In important countries like South Korea, Japan, and middle-eastern countries, great care is taken to select the correct person to handle the job. The Ambassador is the “eyes and ears” for the United States. He reports to the Secretary of State and the President.
Stevens is the one who requested me to head security for the Korea office. If it wasn’t for him, I’d still be in Chicago pushing a pencil. I was thinking about retiring and becoming a police officer of some type. If not that, I could always get a job as a rent-a-cop working for ten bucks an hour. That idea didn’t thrill me.
Ted is a tall good-looking dude with blond hair and a baby face. The kind of face most women like. He is kind and considerate, as well as generous to others. He likes to party and I would classify him as a ladies’ man, because he has slept with a lot of them. Ted speaks in an aristocratic-type voice, similar to a British person who has a stick up his ass, because of his accent from the New England area.
Ted trusts my knowledge, judgment, and skill. Only I know why he does. It’s a secret that we’ll take to our graves. My thoughts wondered back to a critical incident that occurred in Japan.
IN JAPAN A FEW YEARS AGO
*****
I was assigned to the U.S. Embassy in Tokyo. Japan appears to
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