Undoubtedly Nang was interested in a job and a ticket out of North Korea—something Smith could take advantage of.

“Mr. Dresner is very impressed with your work here and agrees that there are some aspects that might be worth further investigation. Now, how is the dismantling of Division D progressing?”

“According to schedule,” Nang said. “Everything is either on time or ahead.”

“Obviously, D is extremely important to Mr. Dresner. He wants it specifically included in our report.”

Nang nodded a vague acknowledgment. “Unfortunately, I don’t have permission to allow you into that area. I assure you, though. There are no problems.”

“You understand that we’re Mr. Dresner’s representatives,” Smith said, deciding to push a bit. They were already in the middle of North Korea with no official authority or backup. How much worse could it get?

“I would need direct authorization.”

Randi pushed past and, before Smith could react, shoved her pistol into the back of Nang’s head. “How’s this for authorization?”

“Damnit, Randi,” Smith said, looking behind them. There was no one else in the corridor and the only evidence of the security cameras that had once been there was a few wires hanging from the ceiling. But there was no way to know when someone was going to come strolling around the corner.

Randi seemed to read his mind and pushed Nang through a door to their right. Eichmann looked like he was going to bolt or pass out but Smith grabbed him before he could do either.

By the time they made it into the large, dormitory-style bathroom Randi was drowning Nang in one of the few remaining toilets. Smith yanked her back, allowing the terrified scientist to twist around and raise his hands defensively as he crammed himself farther into the stall.

“Division D,” Smith said, looking down on him.

“I can’t get you in there!”

“You’re the director of the facility,” Randi said, coming for him again, but being blocked by Smith’s outstretched arm.

“I don’t have authority over security—the military answers directly to the government. I’m just a researcher.”

Smith frowned. It was almost certainly true. The North Korean government was obsessed with security. Orders would come from central authority—maybe the supreme leader himself.

Smith grabbed the man and pulled him to his feet. “What kind of work went on there?”

He remained silent.

“Listen to me, you don’t want to—”

Randi came around him and slammed the butt of her .32 into the side of Nang’s head, knocking the man from his grip.

“Randi! For God’s sake—”

She jumped on top of the fallen academic and pressed the barrel of the gun against his forehead. “Did you hear him, Jon? Were you listening? He experimented on children’s brains and then executed them. Children!”