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its best special ops team into the Tri-border
region.
    Dong Ki
Moon, bellowed into his collar mic, “Alpha Team, go, go. They are already
moving Zoya into that parking garage.”
    “Yes,
captain.”
     
     
     
    The best
intelligence agency neither belonged to China nor Russia. It belonged to North
Korea.
     
     
     
    Dong Ki
Moon, watched his forward unit breach the China – North Korea Border. His six
men, all equipped with the best equipment from DARPA and the best guns from
Germany reached their destination, completely undetected in under 90 seconds.
    Dong Ki
Moon was the second best Special Forces Captain on His Leader’s Elite Force,
the NKSOF. The best guy, another Dong Ki Moon, was on His Leader’s security
detail. It annoyed Dong Ki that people often mixed up their names. Yep, that
sort of shit was quite common within Pyongyang’s beltway. In fact, at his own Korean
barbecue, over eighteen Il-Sungs had shown up in place of his brother in law.
    “Captain
Dong, this is Alpha 1.”
    “Alpha 1. Do
you see the tigress?”
    “Negative.
But we can hear Hu Gong quite clearly.”
    “And?”
    “Captain,
I think they have decided to kill Zoya.”
    “Alright.
Hit them… Hit them hard.”
    “Is there
any other way …?”
     
     
     
    Meanwhile
in the garage, Hu Gong nodded at his Team Leader. The sniper aimed the pistol at
Zoya’s head.
    As he
curled his index finger around the trigger, the garage door blasted inwards, lifting
Sniper 1, Sniper 6 and the Troll off their feet. Caught by surprise, the
Chinese sniper team or whatever was left, began shooting haphazardly through
the door.
    The North
Koreans quickly lobbed in a couple of stun grenades. After the second one, they
crept low and shot out all human legs. They had no intention of becoming the
accidental tiger killers. The mobs of Pyongyang were quite different from a
twitter mob.
    It was all
over in 22 seconds. “Captain, we have secured Zoya. Afraid we might have taken out
the Chinese Premier’s ankle.”
    Dong Ki
Moon replied, “Good. As long as he doesn’t die, we are golden. I’m coming in
with the vet.”
     
     
     
    Captain Dong
Ki Moon and the smoking hot vet, Song-Yu parked their Hummer just outside the
Fangchun Tower’s underground garage.
    “After
you,” bowed Dong Ki, allowing the vet to walk in front of him. Magical thirteen
seconds.
    At the
entrance Alpha 1, welcomed Dong Ki and the vet as the rest of the team sifted
through the aftermath.
    Dong Ki
motioned the vet to go take a look at the tiger. “Check the heart first. Run
some IVs and give it a Snickers if necessary. We need that thing alive.” He
then returned to the rest of the scene.
    The entire
Chinese sniper team was dead. Good. The Troll was hit, but he would live. He
was just a civilian who had accidentally stepped into an Idiots Anonymous meeting. The Premier’s ankle was shattered. He wasn’t going to walk normally
again. That left Intelligence Chief Hu Gong.
    Despite
breathing, Hu Gong was pretty much done. He had stopped a hollow point with his
right lung. He looked up at Dong Ki Moon.
    “…Why?”
gurgled Hu Gong.
    Dong Ki
Moon decided to grant the man’s last wish, “Didn’t you get the FSB memo?”
    “Memo… which
one?”
    “The one
titled ‘Our Tiger Has Two Chips’. Sweet Buddha! What kind of intelligence chief
are you man?”
    “What?”
    “The
tiger… Zoya, had two tracking chips on her.”
    “…Two?” Hu
was sun setting.
    “According
to our circular, you were also cc’d.”
    “Why…?”
    “Poachers.
Standard stuff man.”
    “Oh fuck
Hu,” groaned the Premier from another end of the parking lot.
    “Yeah, so
the second one was attached to Zoya’s heart. Powered by electrical impulses
from her heart. Haha. Ya pretty cool stuff. Our Great Benevolent Leader
actually wants the same thing for him.”
    “Oh…”
    “Ya, so this
chip is also connected to a missile system. If someone killed Zoya or her heart
stopped unnaturally, a missile would