This is the conclusion of Part One, and I hope you have enjoyed reading. Again, please start with chapter one before reading this. Part 2 has been written and is in the process of being edited and will be posted soon. I again want to thank BeachBaby179 for her numerous suggestions and clarifications in making this story much better. It is very easy, when you are writing, to get so involved you let things slip. BeachBaby, you not only caught all those but forced me to look through the story with a fresh set of eyes. Thank you, thank you, and thank you.
East Meets West, Part 1, Chapter 5
I let another two weeks pass before I finally sent an email to Colonel James, letting him know that Jiao and I were okay. He told us to sit tight until we heard from him again.
During those two weeks Jiao began teaching me the Chinese marital art, wushu.
This is a little embarrassing . . . okay, VERY embarrassing.
Before I was shot, I was in pretty good shape. Actually that is not correct, I was in GREAT shape. At least three times a day, I would do at least 300 pushups. I would also usually do 400 or 500 sit-ups on a slanted board. I would do 100 pull-ups two or three times a day. I would run anywhere from three to nine miles – most of that over steep mountain roads. I was actually in better shape physically than when I graduated from Marine Corps boot camp.
Within a week after getting shot, I started exercising again even though Jiao kept telling me it was too soon. By the time the second group of MSS agents attacked the meadow I was back to doing 100 pushups and all the rest, but now would just run to the chained gate and back.
By any standard you wanted to use I was in GREAT shape again.
The Marine Corps taught me different forms of hand-to-hand combat. While in Afghanistan I was taught other techniques of hand-to-hand combat. Perhaps I didn't have a "black belt" but I knew I could hold my own against nearly anyone.
I was tough and I knew it.
When Jiao finally agreed to begin teaching me, I knew my biggest problem would probably be not hurting her. I mean she is barely five feet tall and weighs a whopping 90 pounds soaking wet. I was over eight inches taller and outweighed her by almost 100 pounds.
At first I kept making fun of Jiao because she was going so slowly.
I even made the mistake of saying one day, "Well, if some slow, little old grandmother ever attacks me I'll know what to do."
Big mistake!
She flushed, grimaced and then starting grinning at me.
"Well, come on Jack, attack me!" she said.
I began moving at about quarter speed.
"Is that the best you can do?" she asked as she easily sidestepped my "attack."
I went about half speed.
"I thought Marines were supposed to be tough," she taunted me.
I kept speeding up and she kept taunting me as she easily sidestepped each "assault."
I finally went at her full-speed, knowing I could "pull" my punch at the last second.
The next thing I know I was flat on my back.
I rolled over and this time I really meant it. I was tired of being taunted, tired of being ridiculed and really mad about her flipping me on my back so easily.
The second time I landed on my back about 15 feet away!
Jiao actually had to help me up, then had to help me hobble over to the bed so I could lay down. It was two days before I could walk normally.
Much more humble now, I continued to take lessons from Jiao until I am now the equivalent of a third degree black belt. But as she often reminds me, Jiao can still whip my ass any time she wants.
After my e-mail to Colonel James, another week went by before the microphones again picked up the sound of a helicopter, but this time there was only one, and three men stepped out when the chopper landed.
One was an Army Major General, another was a Marine Corps Lieutenant General who looked somewhat familiar, and a third was a major, whom I recognized immediately. The major was my old company commander from Iraq. I quickly did a search on the Internet, and realized the Marine Corps General was the Assistant Commandant of the Marine Corps.
All three men walked into the old cabin, where the Army general started talking.
"Jack, I have to assume you are probably listening to us, and are probably watching us.
"My name is Major General Brandon Wells, but you know me as Colonel James.
"Ghost, there is no longer any danger but we need to talk," he said.
I immediately asked Jiao if she was sensing anything, and she said she was sure he was telling the truth.
"I can't sense any danger from any of the three," she said.
Jiao and I had spent many hours discussing what to do if anyone came back, and both realized that we could not stay where we were forever. Sooner or later, the food would run out, or one of us could become sick.
It took about 30 minutes for me to exit the mountain stronghold, and approach the cabin.
"I'm coming in gentlemen, and I am armed," I warned them, before entering the cabin.
I will try to make a long story short.
There were actually two traitors. The one Jiao had killed, and his immediate supervisor, who was an assistant director of NSA. They had only caught the second traitor two weeks ago.
The State Department had also spent many long hours of discussion with the Chinese ambassador to the United States, and the Chinese had called off any remaining search for, or interest in Jiao.
Part of their agreement was that the U.S. had agreed to share Jiao's research with the Chinese government.
The other part was the implied threat that if anything – anything – happened to Jiao, the man responsible for taking out two separate groups of MSS agents would be sent to China where he would be given free rein to engage in his own one-man war against high ranking governmental officials.
The old carrot and the stick. Jiao's research was the carrot, and I was the stick.
During the weeks that Jiao and I were in the mountain stronghold, she had told me all about the research she, and her late husband, had been engaged in. After his death, she had continued his groundbreaking advances in nuclear power plant design.
As a comparison, Jiao told me that the only two new nuclear reactors that had been approved in the U.S. since Three Mile Island were at Plant Vogtle in Georgia. Those two reactors, when they were built, would generate 2,200 megawatts of power – enough to provide electricity for about one million homes. The cost to build the two reactors, without even factoring in any cost overruns, was $14 billion.
Jiao and her husband were working on what has been called "pocket reactors." Much smaller, much less nuclear waste generated, much easier to operate, and much, much cheaper.
While the pocket reactors would "only" generate about 400 megawatts of electricity, as compared to the 1,100 megawatts each of the reactors in Georgia would generate, they would only cost about $1 billion.
"For that same $14 billion dollars, generating 2,220 megawatts of power, you could build 14 pocket reactors, each providing 400 megawatts, or a total of 5,600 megawatts of power," she said. "And from what I have been reading about some of the construction techniques that will be used in Georgia, I think it would be easy to tweak that up to 500 megawatts each, or 7,000 total megawatts of power."
"In China, over 70 percent of all electricity is generated from coal, which pollutes the air," she said, "while 20 percent is from crude oil that mostly has to be imported. Natural gas produces three percent of the electricity, while hydro-electric, nuclear and wind-power account for a little over seven percent.
"That is vastly different in the U.S., where coal produces 42 percent of electricity, natural gas is 25 percent, and nuclear is 20 percent. All other sources only produce 13 percent of your power.
