Now he needed to make sure President Chen agreed.
He would have liked to call Beijing right away, but his phone did not work here and anyway it would be insecure in this country. He would have to wait until he got to Yanji and call from there before boarding his plane to Beijing. He would speak to Chen, but he would slant his report to hide the way he had overstepped his authority.
The biggest danger was that the old guard would talk Chen out of it. Huang was still horrified by the idea of making peace with those who had rebelled against a Communist regime. But surely the price of continuing the war was too high?
Night was falling over the rush-hour traffic of Yanji as the helicopter came down at the military air base next to the civilian airport. Kai was met by a captain who took him to a secure phone.
He called Zhongnanhai and reached President Chen. He began by saying: ‘Mr President, the rebel ultras plan to launch their final attack on Pyongyang tonight.’ He spoke as if this was intelligence he had gathered, rather than a proposal he had made.
Chen was startled. ‘We haven’t heard a whisper about this before now.’
‘The decision has been made in the last few hours. But it’s the right strategy for the ultras. Today’s American air attack must have almost wiped out any capacity Pyongyang has left to resist. There will never be a better moment for them to make their bid for power.’
‘I think this is a good development,’ Chen said thoughtfully. ‘Heaven knows we need to get rid of Kang.’
‘Pak made me an offer,’ Kai said, reversing the true roles. ‘If we recognize him as president, he undertakes to call a unilateral ceasefire.’
‘That’s promising. The fighting would stop. The new regime will begin by making an accord with us, which is a good start to our relationship. I’ll have to talk General Huang around, but the whole thing looks advantageous to us. Well done.’
‘Thank you, sir.’
The president hung up. Everything is going according to plan, Kai thought.
He dialled his office and spoke to Jin Chin-haw. ‘The ultras will attack Pyongyang tonight,’ he said. ‘I’ve told the president, but you need to inform everyone else.’
‘Right away.’
‘Any news at your end?’
‘The American bombardment seems to have stopped, at least for today.’
‘I doubt they’ll continue tomorrow. There can’t be much left to bomb.’
‘A few missiles still tucked away, I suspect.’
‘With any luck this will end tomorrow.’ Kai hung up and boarded his plane. His personal phone rang as the pilot was starting the engines. It was General Ham. ‘It’s happening,’ he said, sounding surprised. ‘Helicopter gunships are even now headed for the capital. Arrest squads are on their way to every presidential residence. Tanks and armoured vehicles are following behind the choppers. They’re throwing everything at it. This is make or break.’
This was dangerously specific over the phone. Ham used a different phone every time and threw each one away after use. Still it was not quite impossible that surveillance by Pyongyang or by Pak’s intelligence service might randomly pick up a call. They would realize what was going on, but they would not be able to identify the speakers, at least not immediately. It was a risk, a small but deadly risk. The life of a spy was dangerous.
Ham continued: ‘The General is worried that Beijing may have set a trap for him. He thinks all Chinese people are malicious and deceitful. But this is his big chance and he had to take it.’
‘Are you going to the capital?’
‘Yes.’
‘Stay in touch.’
‘Of course.’
They hung up.
The air-force jet did not have Wi-Fi for passengers, so Kai could not use his phone on the flight. That was something of a relief, he felt, as he sat back in his seat. He had done all he could for one day; he had achieved what he hoped for, and he was tired. He looked forward to spending the night in bed with Ting.
He closed his eyes.
CHAPTER 39
Kai was awakened by his phone as the plane came down over Beijing. He rubbed his eyes and took the call.