The Cradle Operation: The Jack Series
By Todd LeRoux
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John had been John his whole life, but when General Chow tortured him, he remembered a lady calling him Jack. How could he have another person's memories? John knew he needed to escape the prison he was in; he didn't know where in China he was being held. He must know he needed to get out. Every day for months, the general would send a guard to get him, and every day he would ask about the damned accounts. Every day, John would say he didn't know about the accounts. John knew what the general was talking about; he wanted to know about the bank accounts John's former chief had around the world.
Chow-Yang looked out his office windows. A general on his payroll had captured John. The bastard was to kill John as soon as he was found; Chow-yang knew the General was torturing John, trying to get his account numbers. Yang smiled. No one knew the account numbers but him, and once he convinced the CIA that John was killed in the field, he would die as his plane crashed into the South China Sea. Yang was now in complete control of the drugs and weapons trade in half the world. All he and Mike Styles needed was for John Smyth to be dead. Then came the one phone call Yang didn't want to hear: a CIA listening base caught Chinese chatter about an escaped prisoner.
Todd LeRoux
Todd lives on the banks of the Miramichi river. After years of working away, he now enjoys his time at home with family and friends.
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The Cradle Operation - Todd LeRoux
Chapter 1
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THE LAKE WAS PERFECT; British Columbia was like a pitcher, an ideal place to bring a young family needing a vacation.
Jack, a young, loving father and husband laughed at his wife as she chased their son Junior around the picnic table. Jack watched as the woman he loved caught and picked up his son. He didn't know how he could love her or his son any more than he did. For Jack, the annual trip to the Okanogan lakes of the western province of Canada was the perfect way for his young family to release the tension of their lives in the city. It was on this lake twelve years ago he had met Betty; he fell in love with and married her. The couple loved the lakes and always came to Okanogan Lake in British Colombia. It allowed him time to unwind from chasing stories, stories the governments of the world wanted to keep quiet. It also gave his lawyer wife time to relax from putting corrupt cops away. Unlike the other trips to the lake, they brought her nephew with them this time. Jack and Betty, his wife, felt terrible for the kid, his father wasn't in the picture, and his mother, Betty's sister, did nothing but screech and scream at the kid all day. Tommy was a bright, intelligent child. He always asked questions and was great with Junior. Tommy laughed as he watched Betty and Junior play chase around the picnic table. Once she had caught the young boy for the second time, Jack decided it would be fun to have a game of catch. As Jack watched his son throw the ball to his cousin, the boys laughed. Jack wondered how it could get any better than this day. It's days like this that he would remember when he was old, he thought. Junior tossed the ball to his dad. Jack caught the ball and then threw it to Tommy.
A tall man sat behind a desk and read what two men found in the house sitting on a tree-lined street in the Canadian city of Toronto. The house belonged to Jack and his wife, Betty; it is where they lived with their son. The men knew what to look for. It didn't take long for the two men to find it.
We have it, sir; it's only a copy of the story, sir.
The tall man with dark brown hair said into an encrypted cell phone. As he looked at his companion, his partner was a short emaciated-looking man with a sharp, bird-like way of looking at everything. On more than one occasion, the taller of the two men had watched as the short one would smile while they killed some reporter or lawyer. These two men have even been sent to kill another country's politicians. They always killed after they had finished asking the questions that needed answers. The taller man always talked to Hollyford, he was the voice of the team, and it was this man Hollyford would give the orders to. When he received the orders, Hollyford would never use a name, hell if you tried to find his or the other man's name, you could search every computer and payroll database in Washington. You would never see these two men.
Simply put, these men did not exist; when the one who took the orders looked over to his partner, he knew that he was working with a man that would have been a serial killer. The taller man wondered how his partner had fallen into the hands of G.W. Hollyford. He wondered if there would be a time when he would be ordered to kill his partner. The tall man wouldn't care. He didn't like his partner anyway.
Good, get out and burn the place to the ground.
Came the sharp order of G.W. Hollyford, the director of the Central Intelligence Agency, who at the time was sitting in Langley, Virginia, holding another encrypted phone. In his other hand was a glass of forty-year-old single malt scotch. Hollyford smiled as he looked at the nude twenty-something call girl who was crying as she fought against the handcuffs binding her to the bed. Her right eye was swelling shut, and she had bite marks on both breasts. Her bottom lip was going to need stitches to close the cut from a vicious punch Hollyford had dealt her when she refused to say she loved his abuse. Looking at the door, Hollyford nodded to the suited man who had opened it and glanced in, confirming the night's entertainment had concluded.
Without a word, the fit man went over to the bed and started to unlock the handcuffs holding the struggling woman to the bed. When he had freed one hand, she lashed out, trying to scratch him. With the viciousness that brought this man to the attention of Hollyford, the suited man smiled as he punched the blond behind her right ear, dropping her into the embrace of unconsciousness.
Drop the body where she'll be found; that will keep the local cops and Hoover's retards running around in circles,
Hollyford told this man as he watched as his personal killer draped the blond call girl over one massive shoulder. Turning, Hollyford grabbed another phone. He only said two words into the handset, then hung it up and leaned back in his chair, smiling. On the other end of the phone in British Columbia, a man wearing ended the call and nodded to his partner; one hour later, Jack and Betty were dead, both shot in the head. The killers placed the loving parents of Jack Junior back on the houseboat they rented for their holiday. The boat had been sailed out to the deepest part of the lake and then sunk with the help of a small pack of explosives. Nothing of the family and the rented houseboat was ever seen again. G.W. Hollyford smiled as he watched the team of killers silently work. The two boys were taken away from the lake unconscious.
Jack Jr had no idea what was going on; he knew whatever it was, it couldn't be good because Tommy was crying. Jack Jr thought it must be bad and cried for his mom. Both boys watched as another man walked over to them. He smiled and then jabbed needles into their legs. Tommy screamed, and Jack Jr tried to scream, but the needle man slapped him. The two boys found themselves in the hands of killers, who took them to a small airport to be spirited away to a center where other men and women waited for them. At first, Jack Jr thought these people would be friendly to him and Tommy. Then a man dressed as a doctor entered his and Tommy's room. Jack Jr liked his doctor at home; he was nice to Jack. He would give Jack a treat when he was good, so Jack thought this man would be nice to him. With the doctor was a lady; this lady wore a long black dress; she was pushing a machine of some kind on a cart with her. He watched as some other men came in the room, and they took Tommy away; then things became bad, real bad.
The doctor and the mean lady hooked Jack Jr to the machine, and with others watching, they started to ask what his name was. Jack Jr knew his name and his mother and father's names. When Jack Jr told the woman and the doctor his name and his mother and father's name, the doctor turned the machine on, and he would scream. It felt like his teeth were going to explode from his mouth. At one point, it hurt so much that Jack Jr messed himself. The mean lady started to scream at him then she slapped him. Jack was strapped down, he wanted to run, but he couldn't move. He didn't understand why they would keep hurting him when he answered their questions. The mean woman called him stupid and a retard. Jack knew this was something terrible people did; he remembered his mommy telling him never to use these names because it was wrong. Then the doctor would ask him the same questions, and when he answered, they would turn the machine on, and Jack Jr would scream. Jack Jr didn't know how long this went on. One day the mean lady came in the room and told him if he didn't smarten up, they were going to turn the machine on and leave it on just to see what would happen. That was the day Jack was asked what his name was. He couldn't remember.
When the lady in the black dress asked him who his parents were, Jack couldn't remember having any parents. Jack Jr was positive he didn't have a mom or dad. The woman smiled and came over to the bed and smoothed his sweat-covered brow; she took all the pads off his head and chest she told Jack that he was a good boy, and she told him he didn't have a mother or father. The doctor was smiling and nodding to a mirror on one wall. The woman holding him and kissing his brow told him his name was John Smyth, that he had always been John Smyth. She told him he was exceptional and he was in a special school. She told him this school was for only the most remarkable boys, and he had one more test to pass. The doctor told John to sleep and that they would see him in the morning. For some reason, the young boy who not so long ago was Jack Jr didn't want to see the lady go. He held her hand until she bent over and kissed him again; she told him it was all right.
John, my lovely boy, everything is going to be alright.
The woman in the black dress said as she kissed his forehead.
John's head still hurt, and his shoulders ached, so he curled up and tried to remember the lady's face. In the morning, a new man came with another machine, at first. John was scared and tried to hide in a corner; John could see that there were lots of needles on the cart, but he didn't like the needles. However, when the lady came into the room, she showed him that if he answered the questions correctly, the machine would only flash pretty lights; John didn't like the needles. The lady told John she would be there the whole time and kissed John's forehead. The new doctor and John had made a game out of it. For weeks, the man came when the sun started rising and would not leave until it was dark.
The whole time the lady in the black dress sat and watched when it was time for them to go for the night. The lady in the black dress would hold John and tell him he was a good boy and she was proud of him, then she would kiss his head and leave, always locking the door behind her. John started to love the lady who always wore a black dress. He thought she was his mother. John began to wake one hour before the man with the needles would come in just to see her, always her. John couldn't remember his mother or father; he couldn't even remember his own name, his real name. John knew he had come here with another boy, an older boy. That older boy was starting to fade from John's memory, he couldn't remember who the other boy was, and he didn't care as long as he got to spend time with her. Weeks passed, and the only thing John cared about was seeing the lady in the black dress. He stopped caring about the doctor and their game. He didn't even care about the pain the needles caused when the doctor used them.
One day only the lady came into his room without the man and the cart of needles. She told John that some men had snuck into the school, the black dress lady was crying and told John they wanted to hurt her. John wasn't scared of the men. All he could think was he would kill them if they tried to hurt the lady...the lady who saved him. Saved him from what John didn't know. He knew it must have been bad. Nobody was going to hurt her, John didn't know how he would save her, but he was willing to die trying. Taking John by the hand, the lady in the black dress was leading him out of his room when two men stepped around the corner of the hallway. With them was an older boy; John could see the boy holding a large knife in his right hand. The lady John now thought of as his mom handed him a knife. She kissed the top of his head and told him that he was going to have to save her. John nodded and watched the other boy walk down the hall toward the lady. The other boy's shoulders were hunched, and he held his knife out in front of his body. John didn't know what had happened, but one second he was standing in front of the lady he was going to protect, and the next thing John knew was standing over the body of a boy he almost recognized, and his hands were covered in blood. He was holding a knife. The boy's eyes were open, but they didn't see anything; John turned just in time to see the lady in the black dress wave to him, then turn and walk out a door. After that, he never saw the lady again, and he was taken to another building where he started school. In time, John forgot about the lady in the black dress and the boy he killed to save her. John even forgot what the men did to him after the lady in the black dress left.
Chapter 2
WHEN JOHN WAS YOUNGER, he never tried to think of his parents or the past. Back then, all John wanted to do was please his teachers and the director of the orphanage. Now when he tried to remember childhood, his trying to remember would result in an intense point of pain. The pain was so bad it left him blind and curled in a fetal pose for hours. Though John asked many times, he was always told that no information could be found about his mother or father. The director of the orphanage where John grew up often added that he might be the result of a girl getting into trouble with the wrong sort of boy. The director would say that he suspected she was forced to give him up by her family. Though the man who was the head of the school tried to look concerned for the boys at the orphanage. The director could never really pull off the fake concern. It never really came through as genuine concern. It seemed to John to be an act. When John was younger, he wished he could have known his mother. He often wondered what she looked like and if she ever asked about him. The others in the orphanage with him were in the same boat, all the boys had been given up by young unwed mothers, or so they were told.
The only woman John remembered was his cultural teacher. He knew there had been another woman, but for some reason, he couldn't quite bring her face or name to the front of his memory. Instead of a face, he would remember a black dress. His cultural teacher had always treated him friendly along with the others she taught. She taught of other cultures in the world, most of them were old, and at one time, each had led the world in one way or another. Then she spoke of others, these were newer cultures, and of the men that sought to force their views on the world, most of these men were utopians, men who wanted to remake the world. This perfect world often was drenched in the blood of the helpless and different, his teacher told her class.
Hitler was one of these utopians. It was his quest to bring Germany to the head of the world; he had started the Second World War. Along with his wish to rule the world, it was also his sick desire to end the existence of the Jewish race. It was Hitler's belief the Jews were at fault for Germany being crushed under economic failure. Six million men, women, and children were murdered by that madman and his insane pack of disciples. Another six million were killed because he thought they weren't worth having around.
Along with the Jews, people said to be less than human were placed in gas chambers and acid showers. These people consisted of gypsies and people of African descent. If he had crossed the Atlantic, the North American Natives North Americans would indeed have fallen into the less-than-human category this sick bastard lived by.
Jozef Stalin was another; this madman ordered the killing of twenty-three million of his fellow Russians. Pol Pot killed one point seven million in his own country. Another of these absurd little mad men was Kim IL Sung from North Korea; he has the blood of over one and a half million men, women, and children staining his soul. John's teacher asked one question on the final exam in his senior year. The question was what would cause a human to commit this level of evil that has seen these men into hell for an eternity of torture. Sitting in the classroom, John could remember looking out the window and watching as a cat stalked a small bird, which was intently listening for worms. The bird had no idea it was being hunted until it was too late. John watched as the cat crushed the small bird in its teeth. He received an 'A' on the exam for his answer; John wrote men committed such vast evil because, for some, it was their nature. Like the cat, these men were born with something wrong. In today's modern education system, a teacher or guidance counselor would have seen the symptoms they would have raised concerns about the child. Hitler's actions towards others would have seen him being placed in an institution. We would like to think this would have happened to the others, but some of the best psychotics hide their true nature well.
In the afternoons at the orphanage, John and the others had physical education. This is where their instructors would run them through an obstacle course, screaming at them to get lower or to push harder. John enjoyed this; he could run harder and longer than most of the others. John had to run a course until his time was the same as the instructors had on their sheets. Rarely did John ever have to redo an obstacle course because he failed to meet the time. In most obstacle courses, John beat the time challenge and set new times. In the winter, you had to run with a full pack on through a water-filled ditch; it was deep enough the water was chest high. John then ran the course he was placed on after the water-filled ditch. John ran all the obstacle courses he was placed on. He never failed at one; by the time spring came, he was doing most of the courses in his tee shirt and track shorts. After the physical education was over, John would have to run to the rifle range for target practice. When on the range, John was expected to hit the center of the target while loud music was being played and others were shooting rifles on automatic fire. Through it all, John seemed to thrive; some of his instructors thought he'd grown to like the adversity, the challenge. John knew he was being groomed for the army or some kind of service. He became stronger and stronger as the years went by. While John was in hand-to-hand combat school, he broke another boy's arm. This boy hurt a smaller classmate and had laughed about it during dinner the night before, so John decided he would teach the bully a lesson. That night John didn't see the bully at dinner or any day after that. What John didn't know was the way the arm had broken. The bones would have needed a plate and pins to heal correctly. The bully's arm would have been weak for the rest of his life, which was unacceptable to the people who ran the school. It was decided the bully would be killed and buried in a shallow grave in the Ruby Valley of Montana. By the time he was eighteen and ready to leave the orphanage, John could outrun and outshoot all of his instructors. He had been trained to fight, and as in all things he had been trained to do, he excelled at it. By the time John graduated at nineteen, most of his instructors had feared John in hand-to-hand combat. His speed and what his instructors thought of as a love of violence had, on more than one occasion, put an instructor in the hospital.
The first man John could remember that he really had a bad feeling about was a man named Mike Styles. When John met this man for the first time, he thought of a giant snake he once saw in a film about the jungles of Asia. John couldn't tell when he knew, but the reality was this man only wanted him because he was an orphan was apparent. John had no one to worry over him, and this Mike Styles liked that. John was sure he had it right from the first time he shook Mike's hand at the airport.
You're going to do good things for me,
Mike told John. When John turned and asked what they might be, Mike just smiled and walked away; mistake number one, John thought. On John's twentieth birthday, he was taken out of the orphanage and told he was expendable. Mike Styles told John that he was to do as he was told and to keep his mouth shut if he wanted to live long. Standing in front of Mike, John never said anything. He refused to look away when Mike finished his little intimidating speech. John knew he shouldn't have pushed it, but both he and Mike got into a stare-down contest, and it had been Mike who looked away first. Smiling, John picked his bag up, turned his back on Mike, and climbed into the van waiting for them. Waiting for Mike to get into the van, the driver, a man with the largest set of shoulders John had ever seen, made eye contact with John and arched one eyebrow as if saying you are going to regret that boy. He didn't know why but John thought the driver was probably right, but John thought of Mike as an asshole who needed to be knocked down a few pegs.
Mike told John they were going to relocate to Hong Kong; from there, he would be doing his job, that he would do it well for the sake of America and her Allies. For the first six years, he did what he had been told to do and killed who Mike said the orders told him to kill. Mike and the others who ran his unit showed him orders when he first started with the team. After two years, John didn't want to see the orders. He was told the people he was sent out to kill were a danger to the U.S. and its allies. For John, that was all he needed to hear; none of the people John was to kill had been in China. He had been sent to Russia and South Korea, also to the islands that make up the archipelago of Indonesia. There had been numerous other places where he had left a body or parts of his victim. It had depended on his orders whether the body was of no consequence or whether it would have caused some retaliation. That all changed the day John was sent to kill a family man. This was new for John; the others he had killed were alone in the world or with a group that wouldn't be missed. Once, John killed a man in the custody of the F.B.I. in Japan. The first thing John thought odd about this assignment was this man was someone who would be missed; also, the person was in Hong Kong he never had a job within China. John was told hit target was selling secrets to the Chinese, and because of this, good men and women had been killed. John had never really trusted Mike. When Mike explained to John about his new target, John thought Mike was lying about this target. John never trusted Mike, and this target was far from the norm, so John decided he would do what he had been taught to do.
John followed the unnamed traitor waiting for his chance to kill him. At first, John was just going to wait for the man to enter one of Hong Kong's thousands of unlicensed restaurants. These little restaurants were run outside of a family dwelling and were good places to watch people from. John decided he would slip the man some poison; this poison was derived from the venom of a tiny snail living in the shallow water along the coast of Papua New Ginny. John watched as his target walked from stall to stall in the market, looking at toys and trinkets. John knew from experience most people when trying to act as if they had nothing to hide, never act casual. These people would become obsessive in their casualness. John watched this middle-aged man and thought his actions were that of a man without a care in the world. Before John could act and follow through with his orders, the target met with a beautiful woman about his age and a young boy of about five years old. The target showed the boy a plastic helicopter he had bought. The target laughed as he picked the child up and placed him on his shoulders, then kissed the woman. Then John watched as this would-be traitor ate dinner with his wife and son. After dinner, the happy family walked hand in hand through the open market, stopping only to buy a pair of shoes for the boy. John watched as the child begged for another toy, but his mother shook her head and ushered the pleading child to the shoes. John's unease about this target grew as he watched the man and his family. John knew by the time they left the market the orders were wrong and killing this man was a mistake.
Walking through the crowded streets, John watched as the accused traitor stopped to give a beggar some money. John knew this was not the behavior of a traitor. Nobody risked his life and the lives of his family selling secrets to another unfriendly country would hand some of it over to a beggar, no matter how little it was. John watched as the wife with the son caught a cab. The target turned and started up the steps of the American embassy; John already knew something was wrong with the orders. Standing at the foot of the steps, John watched as Mike Styles walked out of the embassy and was surprised to see the man still alive. Mike was even more surprised to see John standing behind the target, looking up at him. The man turned and saw John standing, looking up the stairs at Mike, holding the door for an Asian man. Turning, the target John had been sent to kill walked to a waiting cab. The target disappeared into the chaotic traffic Hong Kong offered to its thriving populist. The next day, John asked Mike why he had been sent to kill a family man who wasn't doing what the intelligence said he was. Mike sat John down and told him someone in the command had a grievance with this one man and tried to use him and John to rectify his problem. Six years ago, when John came to Mike's unit, he had distrusted Mike Styles, and that distrust had grown into a healthy dislike. Now John thought of Mike as a human slug.
For the next few months, John checked and rechecked all his past targets. He wondered if he'd been used to kill other innocent men and a woman. What he found shocked him; most of the past targets he killed were drug lords. These men were the heads of the most powerful drug Cartels in the Asian and European markets. The one woman he had been sent to kill turned out to be the head of the most powerful weapons trafficking syndicate' in the world. To this syndicate, it didn't matter where or when as long as you had the cash. John remembered the woman had offered him a massive bribe. She told him all he had to was to go back and tell his boss she was dead. When the bribe didn't work, the woman slipped her dress off and offered John sex. John drew the woman into his arms, acted as if he was going to kiss her, then broke her neck and dropped her body on the floor.
Closing the last file he could find, John knew he was being used to erase the competition. The only thing he did not know was how far up the chain of command the corruption went. John didn't know how, but he sure as shit knew Mike was involved, and if he could prove it, John promised himself he would kill the fuck. When John Approached Mike with the information he had gathered and cornered Mike in a washroom with a Kimber.45 under his chin. John learned the whole story. It took a little pressure with the barrel of the .45 under Mike's chin to start the man talking; once he started, John eased up and let Mike off his tiptoes. John always knew Mike was a spineless shit. When Mike began to tell John about who he took his orders from, John stood shocked.
Chapter 3
A MAN NAMED CHOW YANG had started and was the head of the unit here in Hong Kong. John remembered this man, he had met him once, and from the encounter, John came away with the feeling Chow had been pissed off that Mike had introduced them. Mike told John this Chow Yang was using his position in the C.I.A. to kill off the old drug lords and take over their organizations, as well as the world's black-market weapons trade. It wasn't enough to have a slice of the drugs and illegal weapons trade, Mike told John; Chow wanted the whole thing. He was starting with Asia and Europe, and from there, Chow was going to take over South America, killing off the cartels. Once Mike finished his story, John slammed his head into the hot air hand dryer, leaving the human slug unconscious on the bathroom floor. Looking down at Mike, John knew he should kill the slug, but he needed to get out of the building.
John knew he would have to get away. He couldn't go back to his apartment. John didn't need anything there anyway; he could survive with what he had. The one thing John had to do was get off the island of Hong Kong. John had no one he could go to; he knew this Chow Yang would be out to kill him. John knew Chow would have to kill him to keep his actions quiet. John also made an enemy out of Mike. Though he never considered the man his friend, John knew having Mike as an enemy was better. This way, you knew the bastard was going to stab you in the back sooner rather than later. John walked out into the Hong Kong sun and waved to a waiting cab. The driver nodded as John ordered the driver to drop him at the pier.
Standing on Hong Kong's number three pier, John watched as ships were being unloaded. Large overhead cranes hooked large shipping containers and lowered them onto waiting trucks; these would roar off to another unseen part of the pier. Standing in the shadows, John waited until he saw a uniformed man walk down the gangplank of a ship. John knew that some large container ships like this one would sometimes take passengers for a price. This officer informed John his ship didn't take any passengers. The Captain told John it was to do with insurance concerns.
A light steady rain began to fall. John stood under the overhang of a warehouse roof, trying to sit dry and out of the streetlight at the same time; he watched as a man walked along the docks. John knew this man didn't belong on the docks. This stranger jumped and turned twice when one of the cranes banged a container onto a truck a little too hard. When this stranger grew close enough, John knew the stranger was going to try something from the way the man tried to go about killing him almost made John laugh. John thought this could be the oldest ploy in the world of assassination. While watching ships being towed into the port by large tug boats, this man approached John with an unlit cigarette. The would-be killer made a show like he was going to ask John for a light. Now in the new politically correct world of healthy food nuts and non-smokers, this would be bad form, but in Hong Kong, everybody smoked. So this dumb shit thought it would be a good cover to get close. John watched as the would-be killer made a show of slapping pockets and