check him out further.
Arriving at my room, I called the second floor office instead of the front desk of the hotel. The front desk would never give out the room numbers. After giving my security codes to the operator, I asked if there was either a Robert Ellington or a Stan Wright staying in the hotel. The operator told me both men were staying at the hotel and gave me the room numbers, 1011 for Ellington and 1012 for Wright.
I sat down and logged onto the computer. I Googled both names, and based on what I found they appeared to be two different people. However, the pictures of the two men looked identical except for the beard and glasses on Ellington. I printed out their pictures and bio. Ellington was a Chemical Engineering Consultant. Wright apparently did work for Union Carbide Electronics and had a degree in Electrical Engineering. According to Google, he at one time worked on nuclear energy projects.
Next, I checked the most wanted names and pictures for all the U.S. law enforcement agencies, including Interpol. Their names did not show up. Now this was really getting strange. Who were these men? Are they the same person? Why do they have rooms next to each other? What are they doing here?
I had a lot of questions. Something was not right and I was going to get to the bottom it. I’ll have to use every possible contact, discretely of course, to find out what the hell is going on. I don’t want to blow anyone’s cover, including Wright or Ellington, if they happen to be U.S. agents. On the other hand, if they are enemy agents or free agents then they may have to be terminated.
After pouring a double JD, I lit up a smoke. I thought, I’ll tell Lee what I found. He can check them out. Yeah, it’s better if I do that than have our people check these guys out. I don’t need to make any unnecessary waves right now.
It was 6 pm, time to get ready to meet Lee for dinner.
Arriving downstairs in the lobby, exactly at 7 pm, I saw Lee waiting for me. But he was sitting with another man. As I approached them, they stood up and I noted the stranger had on an expensive looking dark blue suit, with a matching tie, and white shirt.
Lee introduced us. “Jack, I’d like you to meet Mr. Kwon, my superior. He’s the new Assistant Director for the NIS.”
I bowed and we exchanged greetings in Korean, and I gave him the secret handshake. “Mr. Gunn, you know Korean customs very well. Mr. Lee has told me a lot about you,” he said. Kwon spoke perfect English.
As we exchanged name cards, I said, “I hope what Lee told you was all good.”
Kwon laughed a little. “Yes, it was all good.”
KY interjected, “Why don’t we go to the restaurant; I have a room reserved. We can talk in private there.”
Walking to the elevator, I glanced at his name card. Kwon’s full name was Jung Ok Kwon, and his title was Assistant Director, National Intelligence Service. He was a short little man standing about five foot four. Kwon had small dark beady eyes that darted all over the place. His short black hair was cut the same as Lee’s. He seemed to be a little hyper.
The Japanese Restaurant, named the Sushi Cho, is on the 20 th floor. It has private rooms where you can talk and eat without being seen or heard. As is custom is Korea, the guest sits facing the door. There is usually a discussion about who should sit facing the door. Kwon insisted that I should, since I am their guest. I did so without hesitation, because I don’t like sitting with my back to the door, for security reasons.
We took off our suit jackets and everyone was packing, just as I assumed. A waitress came in, and wasn’t the least bit surprised at seeing our weapons. She knew Lee and other government agents that came here frequently.
We placed an order for a sushi boat, which contained a mixture of delicious raw fish such as: Toro, Maguro, Hamachi, and Ebi. Along with this we ordered beer and hot sake. Then we got down to small talk.
Lee
Rebecca Hamilton, Conner Kressley