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sighting.
    But Zoya,
poor Zoya, the shyest of the ambush had lost the Russian roulette and had ended
up in the cut off Primorsky Krai. With nothing to game, she had been surviving
on rotten fish, dogs and other less tigery options.
    Yuri
noticed the alert. He analyzed the tracking data and found that after briefly venturing
into China, Zoya had returned fifteen minutes later. She hadn’t gone too far. And
she seemed fine now.
    Yuri
suddenly remembered something. There was another way to verify Zoya’s
whereabouts. They had placed a second tracker on the tigers . This one
though wasn’t in the collar.
    Yuri ran
the trace again, this time on the second tracker and to his horror, discovered
that Zoya’s was still inside China. In fact, it lay motionless at the bottom of
the Fangchun Observational Tower.
    Yuri
picked up his red phone and dialed 1800-TIGER-RUSS.
     
     
     
    Fangchun Observational Tower,
Tri-border region, China
               
    The
Chinese snipers under Hu Gong’s directives had driven the 4x4 jeep into the
terrain and picked up the snoozing tiger. After injecting Zoya with some
military grade opium from their sniping kits, they had hauled the sleeping tiger
onto the jeep and driven back to the Fangchun Observational Tower.
    Instead of
dealing with the tiger in public, the Tower Troll had taken them to the parking
garage under the Tower.
    “Sir,
whats our next move?” The Team Leader addressed Hu Gong impatiently.
    “Yes, Hu,
whats next?” pressed the Premier.
    Hu Gong
looked around. He was THE MAN right now. His men, his premier, the Troll were all
helpless without his firm guiding hand.
    “The way I
see it, we have two options… one, we complete our mission. As in we kill the
tiger, take a few selfies, maybe even teriyaki it and then FedEx it all to Moscow.
That should send a message to that woman.”
    Hu paused
for effect before continuing his convoluted theory.
    “Or, if
you think that killing a sleeping tiger is not our style… we could just say the
tiger charged over the border and tried to attack Chinese tourists in the Tower…
So we hit it with an opium gun… that will hold water. The Russkies might not
believe it… but they will still get the message.”
    The
premier cleared his throat, “Let’s stick to the first idea. We lost a dozen
fine ladies on that train. If I can hit Moscow I would. Let’s fucking hit the
tiger.”
    Everyone
nodded in agreement. Hu Gong shrugged and nodded at the Team Leader. The Team
Leader released the safety on his pistol.
     

Chapter 10
    Tri-border Region, Far East
Asia
     
    The
tri-border region in Asia’s eastern armpit involved three countries. There was
Russia on the east, China’s sliver of land in the middle and then there was
this other cool and super laidback nation that people rarely talked about.
    The best
intelligence agency in the tri-border region belonged to this really laid back
country. The best agency had been observing the antics of the Chinese for some
time now. A week ago, one of their patriotic peasants had mentioned something about
some odd Chinese activity near the Fangchun Tower. Being the best, no-bs
intelligence agency in the region, they had immediately it checked out.
    The best operatives
of this best intelligence agency soon realized that the Chinese were scouting
Zoya the tiger. They seemed to be interested in the Russian tiger’s movements
and schedules. Whatever. The Chinese weren’t that dumb. Surely they weren’t
thinking of harming THAT Presidential tiger. Or were they?
    The best
intelligence agency, had then reported this Chinese cat obsession, up their
chain of command. Any other intelligence agency in the world would have been
like ‘duh… Chinese and cats go together like noodles and chopsticks’. But this
wasn’t any other outfit… this was the best in the region. Being the best, they
had a superb ‘chain’ and an excellent ‘of command’. The best intelligence
agency acted swiftly by inserting