"How do we go about contacting the Russian who's going to give us the virus?" "He's not a Russian, Colonel, he's a Pole. His name is Anders and he is the senior virologist at the factory. He is a keen botanist and it's his custom to wander alone over the hills almost every day collecting specimens. He carries a burp gun in case he should meet bandits although there's little chance of that nowadays. However, it is a good thing to remember in approaching him that all strangers are suspect. I try to catch him on these walks of his, so it's a matter of chance and may take a day or two to arrange a meeting. In the meantime, may I suggest you and your white officers keep out of sight as much as possible. Your oriental soldiers can pretend to be living here temporarily while searching for bandit gangs." "What about food?" "The farmer who owned this village had a well stocked store room. You will find it at the back of the house. There is plenty of rice, root vegetables, pots of kimchi ... you have eaten kimchi I presume ... and other preserved foods." "What about the measlepox, doctor?" Blackie asked. "I doubt if the food was contaminated. Besides we had one shot of that Russian vaccine before we left. It's a small risk." "I envy you Colonel. My only protection is to run away," Lee said wryly. "How did people survive?" I asked. "After they became aware of the danger some took to the hills and some small villages escaped. They kept strictly to themselves and killed anyone who attempted to force his way into their area. I have a small fishing vessel at Wongpo. I took it out to sea and stayed there by myself for several weeks." "Then you have no family?" "No, my father was an exile in England during the Japanese occupation. I grew up and went to college there. We came back to our ancestral home after the World War. He and my mother died very soon afterwards. The Communists let me stay, mostly because they think I am sympathetic to their viewpoint and I have made myself useful to them. An agent has no business with a family anyway," he concluded grimly. We talked on for some time, clearing up the details of our plans. It was uncomfortably close to dawn when he left. CHAPTER 13