Second Rescue
Most of the voices that echo in the narrow corridors of the abandoned grape-packing facility in Xinjiang's Grape Valley are speaking in Chinese, not surprisingly. Despite the length of his confinement, Jack hasn't learned more than a few words and phrases, and so the sounds tend to blur together. As the light outside his tiny window brightens, he hears a phone ringing down the hall, hears the familiar voice of the General answer.
"Yes, everything's going to plan. ...He's agreed; he had quite the incentive. ...Do you really need to know? It might be better for you if you don't. Just don't worry, it cannot be traced back to you or your employer. ... It will happen just after sunset; that will be about...four in the morning, your time. ...He won't. He has too much left to lose. Operation Shu Guang will not fail."
In the silence, Jack could hear the beep of the phone as the call ended. As the words swirled through his fogged brain, one thought rose to the surface.
Why had the General been speaking in English?
"Yes, everything's going to plan. ...He's agreed; he had quite the incentive. ...Do you really need to know? It might be better for you if you don't. Just don't worry, it cannot be traced back to you or your employer. ... It will happen just after sunset; that will be about...four in the morning, your time. ...He won't. He has too much left to lose. Operation Shu Guang will not fail."
In the silence, Jack could hear the beep of the phone as the call ended. As the words swirled through his fogged brain, one thought rose to the surface.
Why had the General been speaking in English?