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Warehouse on
Nicholson Street
Off
Williamsburg Avenue
Richmond, Virginia
USA
Lat = 37 degrees, 31.2 minutes North
Long = 77 degrees, 24.7 minutes West
Tuesday 12th September 1989 (Next day)
Zero one twenty-fours EDT
Two pairs of eyes were watching a figure in a light blue Hazmat suite that was bending over, removing the contents from a six foot by two foot by one-foot plastic container, and then placing them on a nearby table.
The figure was standing in chamber that was fifteen foot square, which had been erected within the warehouse.
It was made from a steel frame and completely encased in heavy-duty armoured glass.
A single door was the only access to the room, which had a glass tunnel leading from the room to a decontamination facility and then to a pressurised double glass door, that led into the main warehouse area.
Sean McFaul turned to Sydney Carter and said, “How long is it going to take?”
“No more than thirty minutes, tops,” replied Sydney Carter, “is the perimeter secure Sean?”
“Yep; checked it twenty minutes ago, no one is getting near here without us seeing them first.”
“Good,” Carter looked at his watch, Zero one twenty-seven hours.
Both men continued to watch the figure in the Hazmat suite.
In addition in the warehouse was the large dark blue semi eighteen-wheeler that had been used to transport the cargo parked up near the large main doors.
Twenty-five minutes later the figure turned and exited the room and walked along the corridor into the decontamination area.
The high-pressure jets exploded their liquid onto the figure that turned around in the deluge.
The figure then walked away and into another area and striped off down to their underwear.
Sean said, “She’s got a beautiful arse on her!”
Carter replied, “With a body to go with it, but make no mistake Sean, she could kill both of us without a moment’s remorse.”
They both continued staring at the woman in her bra and panties as she entered a secondary shower area both observing how the water enhanced her vital areas through her scant underwear.
“What’s her name Syd?”
“Sun-Yung.”
“What’s that some kind of Chinese name,” replied Sean.
“No,” replied Carter, “she used to be a member of the North Korean 707th Special Mission Battalion her speciality is nuclear armaments, she killed her commanding officer a year ago when he became too friendly with her and she fled from South Korea to Chechnya, that’s about it.”
Five minutes later Sun-Yung was dressed, had exited the containment area, and walked over to the two CIA men.
She stood at five-foot seven inches, had an athletic build and her black hair was cut in a boyish style with a rakish parting to the left side leaving her right ear exposed she was aged twenty-nine.
Carter said, “Is everything in order?”
Sun-Yung replied in a very sexy voice, “Both devices are fully functional; I believe you want them to be placed in a two metal suitcases, so I will need two-hours to prep them for the mission and then it is all yours.”
“That is excellent news; the suitcases measure twenty four inches by sixteen inches by eight inches deep. We thought that the Red Mercury may have been damaged in the crash,” Carter replied.
“Under normal circumstances that may have been the case, however it had been stored in a robust container that was not only heat resistant, but water tight too. The suitcase measurements you have indicated should be adequate for the devices,” replied Sun-Yung.
Carter looked over at the containment area and then back at Sun-Yung, “are you happy with the accommodation we have arranged for you?”
“It is adequate for my needs.”
Carter pulled two objects from his jacket pocket and handed them to Sun-Yung.
“This is a number you can contact me on twenty-four seven and this envelope has ten thousand in American dollars for any expenditure, if you need more then contact me.”
“When will I see you again?” Sun-Yung replied.
“We will contact you next week, until then enjoy your stay, visit some of our culture and see the sites.”
Sun-Yung pocketed the envelope with the money in and quickly looked at the card, memorised the number and handed it back to Carter, “your number is safe up here,” she pointed to her head.
Sean said, “We have one of our men waiting outside for you, to take you to your accommodation.”
With that, Sun-Yung turned and walked away.
“So what’s the game plan now Syd?”
“I need to make a phone call to the Deputy Director and advise him everything is in order.”
“Right I’ll wait for you in the vehicle,” Sean replied.
“Before you do that, make sure the men guarding this facility are under no misinterpretation, that anyone posing the slightest risk to this building must be eliminated swiftly and discreetly, understood?”
“Leave it with me Syd, see you shortly.”
“Ten minutes and I will be with you.”
Carter walked over to a nearby phone whilst Sean walked over to the exit door.
He dialled the deputy director’s home number; the phone on the other end rang for several rings before a man’s voice answered, “Walter Smith here!”
“Sir; its Carter, the package is in order and operational.”
“Is the place secure Carter?”
“Everything is in place and secure sir.”
“Good, I will get back to you when I need too Carter,” Walter Smith hung the phone up and went back to bed.