“No,” Kyong said flatly. “We will be caught.”

The satellite phone in Smith’s pocket vibrated and he pulled it out, punching in his password when he saw that the text was encrypted. Even under the circumstances, it was impossible not to laugh when he read it.

“What?” Randi said from the back.

“Fred says we should get out. That it isn’t safe to be here.”

“Nice timing.”

“We can’t be captured!” Eichmann said in a panicked voice. “They’ll call Christian and find out we—”

“Shut up!” Randi screamed and punched the man in the side of the head with alarming force. “You knew about this place! You knew what they were doing here. And you just sat there and collected data. Don’t talk. Do you understand me? Next time you open your mouth, I’m going to kill you!”

The German was too dazed to respond and instead teetered precariously toward the edge of the open jeep.

“Calm down!” Smith said.

She turned her angry gaze on him. “You shut up too.”

Knowing that there was no point in fighting this battle, he gestured toward the vehicle behind them. “It’s going to catch us. And when it does, it’s going to ram us. The road’s too narrow for us to do anything about it.”

“Then we need to slow it down,” Randi shouted, barely audible over the wind and the roar of the approaching troop carrier’s engine.

“The tires are made in North Korea. Maybe they aren’t run-flat. Do you think you could hit one with your Beretta?”

She shook her head. “I have a better plan.”

Eichmann had shaken off the effects of the blow to the head, but he wasn’t prepared when Randi grabbed him by the front of his jacket. And neither was Smith. By the time he managed to throw a hand out, the scientist was already over the gate and dropping into the road.

“Goddamnit, Randi!” he shouted, watching the old man rag-doll in the dirt.

“What?” she challenged. “He was a sadistic bastard who didn’t have anything else to tell us. I made him useful again.”

It was hard to argue—particularly when the truck skidded to a stop in front of the man and soldiers began streaming out. She’d bought them some time. Now he just had to figure out what to do with it.

When he turned back in his seat, Kyong was staring at him. The anger on his face had turned to confusion.

“But you were with him,” he said. “You worked for him.”

Smith didn’t initially respond but then decided that this was no time to be clever. He might as well come clean and see what happened.

“We forced him to bring us here. We wanted to investigate what was happening at that facility.”

“Then you’re American agents?”