Deng, Chen, and Lin met again the next day in a secure room one mile west of Tiananmen Square.
"Did you say there was an American agent captured with ours?"
"Yes, sir." Both men answered at the same time.
"And this is from a reliable source?"
"He's our best informant in the Middle East," Chen replied.
"How long has he been our informant?"
"Almost two years, and he has never been wrong." Lin said before Deng could finish.
Deng was impressed with both men. He still could not decide if Chen or Lin would be his successor. Both were very qualified. They were very intelligent, well-traveled, and smart enough to kowtow to the traditional dogma of the communist party while effectively working with the capitalistic world. Chen was technically more senior than Lin, having joined the communist party six months earlier than Lin.
"Sir, what would you like to do?" Chen said a minute later, after proper deference was shown.
"I could easily go ahead with the decision for the rescue mission if Comrade Paula had been captured alone," Deng shook his head. "But now that there is an American involved, I have to seek the guidance of my superior."
"How could the presence of the American chick delay our rescue of one of our own? What happened to no man and no woman left behind?" Lin could hardly masked his impatience and the red tape. He was showing off his knowledge of America by playing with the US military's slogan.
Chen rolled his eyes, secretly glad that his competitor was showing a lack of patience, a character flaw that could easily torpedo his chance of succeeding Deng as commander of the highly covert counter-terrorism team, code named the Phoenix. Deng had been the commander of the Phoenix team since it was formed in the wake of the September 11 attack on American soil.
Deng hesitated before deciding to explain the reason for his decision to seek the guidance of higher leadership. "Our relationship with the Americans is at a turning point. The Americans did not like our recent efforts to clarify the status of our historical and geographical ownership of the islands in the South China Sea. As you know, they were islands that had been forcibly and illegally taken away from China while we were weak." He spoke slowly, careful to use the politically correct words for the emotionally charged issue.
Chen continued, as if he could read the mind of his superior officer. "If anything unexpected happens during our rescue mission, we could endanger the life of the American agent and therefore put the geo-political situation of fragile Sino-American relationship on the line."
Lin interrupted. "You mean we could screw up the so-called diplomatic BS between the Chinese government and the American government? So we are going to delay the mission because of the fear of failure? Has it ever occurred to anyone that the delay itself could diminish the chance of success?"
Deng paused for several seconds and decided to ignore his subordinate's irrational question.
"Lin, you will one day understand more fully the weight of responsibility of a captain." Deng stood up, indicating the conversation is over. "I have no choice but to consult my boss on this matter."
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At first, she was hung from the ceiling by her limbs to soften her. She was beaten with a bamboo pole, on the sole of the feet, legs, thighs, and arms. When she was asked what she knew, she could only repeat when she had already told them. That was all she could do because that was all she knew. She had no idea what was in the laptop and she had no idea what the grand conspiracy was. She did try to find out what was in the laptop, but was captured before she found out anything.
To make sure she was not hiding anything, the order was given to hit her on the more sensitive parts. Her chest, breasts, nipples, and stomach. Still no new information. Another order. She was beaten between the legs. Softly at first, then harder, and harder until she could no longer hold back. Her howling screams pierced through the group laughter among the torturers.
A new order. The order was given in Russian. A button was pressed. The chains holding her legs creaked into motion. Her ankles were forced further apart. She saw, from the corner of her only good eye, a guard removing his pants. He stood in front of her crotch and motioned to another man across the room. The other man adjusted the pulleys and chains until she hung just at the right position. Her vagina was just an inch away from his hardened cock.
She heard the other man moved across the room. Rotating her upside-down head, she tracked his movement across the room. He was not wearing any pants. She felt his breath as he stood with his cock, still soft, next to her face, across from the first guard.
The first guard grabbed her hips with both his hands, using his thumb and index finger to balance himself on her butt. Without warning, he entered her. In and out. It was dry and painful for both of them. He broke into an evil laugh as he continued pumping her.
