Incest/Taboo Lady in Red

Gwen's surprise at her friends' practical joke was total. As she stood looking at her family with her mouth open, Steve hugged her shoulders to him and whispered in her ear.

"This was Lisa's idea. She had the patches waiting for her on the helicopters and passed them out when you weren't looking. Are you going to be able to laugh this off?"

"Are you kidding? They got me good! I love them even more for making the effort to set me up like this. We need friends and relatives that treat us this way. We keep being asked about all the power and influence we have, and it worries me," admitted Gwen. "If it's true, we have to stay grounded and always try to do the right thing. These friends and relatives are doing their best to keep us from getting swelled heads and becoming prima donnas. I love them all dearly."

"Good, because Billy's family is sponsoring a welcome home party for us, right now. A lot of our friends and neighbors will be stopping in to see Congresswoman Anderson, the woman that saved Vlad Novokov's life, performed in three of the best attended concerts ever, built a hospital, broke ground for another and..."

"Okay! I was there. You, Jordan, Charlie, and quite a few others had a great deal to do with those accomplishments. You always try to credit all of your successes to others. I remember everything very well, especially when you saved me from that knife wielding terrorist. Look how many people are here to welcome us! It was a great trip, but it's always so good to get back home."

"Let's get over to Billy's restaurant and shake some hands, and eat some steak," suggested Steve. "It's also a party to congratulate Jordan and Charlie on their family addition. Let's start working our way over there."

It took a while for Gwen, Steve, Jordan, and Charlie to reach the cars waiting for them. They were surrounded by neighbors, friends, and well wishers. The entire group was warmly welcomed, and closely questioned about Russia and the attack. Steve and Gwen were at the center of the crowd's curiosity.

"Everyone!" called Billy loudly. "There's a reception at our restaurant for our famous friends. There's a huge buffet and it's free, so please let's get to our cars and we'll see you there. These guys can answer questions better when their stomachs aren't growling."

When they reached Marsh's Landing, there was a large banner over the door congratulating Jordan and Charlie. Inside Gwen immediately noticed that Billy's father had already framed some new photographs from the trip and hung them up. The one taken of the Cheryl, Steve and Gwen as they left the scene of the attack covered a large portion of the wall. Gwen was able to see her blood shot eye, the bruising around her other eye, and the blood on her arms, hands, and torso, along with what Gwen had to admit was some pretty impressive cleavage.

Cheryl looked frightened, but seemed fairly calm, while Steve was something else again. He looked amazing with his shirt all but gone and bloody lines crossing his hard abs. His eyes were extremely intense as he seemed to stare at the camera. He also had blood running down one forearm and dripping off his hand, and bruising around one eye. His good arm was placed protectively over Gwen's shoulder.

There were also several pictures of the huge crowds that attended each of their concerts, along with several of the friends as they performed for the mass of humanity in attendance. Those pictures were bunched on the wall under the heading 'The World Capital Tour'. Finally, there was a photo of the new hospital in Kiev with the Lady in Red name and logo prominently displayed.

The entourage had managed some sleep on the flight back, so they were all able to remain sharp and respond to the many questions their friends and neighbors had for them. Cheryl brought her parents over to speak to Gwen and Steve.

"We were petrified when we heard about the attack, but your people called us almost immediately to let us know that Cheryl was okay. She can't stop talking about how brave you both were. It's all so hard to imagine, but Cheryl was there and saw it all, so we know it's true," added Mrs. Baxter. "Thanks so much for taking her along, and for keeping her from harm's way. Now she's in a picture on Marsh's wall of fame! We're very proud of her, and of you, Jordan and Charlie for making Sparta a well known, thriving community."

Steve was surprised when Senator Chatham suddenly appeared in front of Gwen and him. "I'll be back in Washington and in your office Monday morning," promised Steve. "You didn't have to fly out here to check on me."

"That's why I'm here," responded Senator Chatham. "First let me congratulate you both on some excellent work under incredibly difficult circumstances. I saw the video of the attack and you both responded quickly and very effectively. President Hanson was quite proud of you both.

Now for the bad news. Two days ago, North Korea captured five Americans that had been sailing well off their coast until a bad storm disabled their boat. It caused them to drift into North Korean waters where they were picked up by their navy. We've demanded their release, but you know how unpredictable Jong can be. He won't even discuss freeing them."

"I have a bad feeling about where this is going," interrupted Gwen hotly. "Steve will not be traded for any person or group, for any reason! It's unethical and immoral to even ask him. He will not be used as chattel in some trade with the Koreans!"

"I couldn't agree more," responded Senator Chatham. "That will not be happening. I promise you that. However, Jong wants to discuss the release of Hampton Duval's family with Steve. He says that Steve is the only one he'll speak with on the matter. We're leaving Monday morning for North Korea."

"We're not talking about Captain Hampton Duval, are we," asked Steve with obvious concern.

"The same," replied Senator Chatham. "He was an instructor at the Academy while you were there. You were in some of his classes. You obviously remember him."

"Yeah. I even met his wife and kids a couple of times. They always came to our football games and even some of the practices. His son, Hampton, Jr. must be around twenty now. He was headed for Princeton, if I remember correctly. The two girls would be a few years younger. He loved sailing and he was really good at it. I went out on the Potomac with him a couple of times. He knows his stuff."

"The Koreans are suggesting that he was spying on them since he's an officer in the Navy and was out of uniform, if you can imagine that. They were on a three month family vacation. They just had some bad luck. Regardless, your Navy friends want him and his family back pretty badly. You know how they look after their own. Anything less than their safe return will not be looked upon kindly by the U.S. government," worried Senator Chatham.

"What do they expect Steve to do? The last time he went on one of these trips, we wound up dragging his broken body out of a cave a few days after a nut job tried to cut off his head!" interjected Gwen with passion. "Never think he'll go through that again. He's promised me and he always keeps his word."

"Gwen, I repeat what I said earlier. Steve will not be used to barter with the Koreans. But if he's the only one they'll talk to, so we need to set up the meeting. We owe it to the Duval family," replied Senator Chatham calmly as she secretly admired the fire the younger woman displayed for her man.

"I'll be okay, Gwen. I gave you my promise and I'll keep it, along with my head, thank you. I'm curious about why Jong wants to see me, but if it'll help Captain Duval, I'll gladly do all I can."

"As I said, we're leaving early Monday morning for North Korea. You've had some time off, although it didn't appear to be relaxing or restful," chuckled Senator Chatham. "There's something else I need to discuss with you.

"The Secretary of the Navy is concerned about morale on some of our aircraft carriers. It seems that they won't be coming home from the Mideast for a while. He's dreading the reaction when the crews are told it's going to be a few more months, at least.

"He's uncertain about being able to order you to perform for the crew, so he wants me to ask if you'd consider doing it. He feels it would help offset the disappointment the crew's going to feel. Here's the kicker. He wants you to perform on the Teddy Roosevelt on July 3rd, and then fly to the Nimitz for another show on July 4th. He'd very much appreciate it. It would mean that you could get much of the summer off to do your film" promised Chatham as she waited for Steve's reaction.

"Senator, I usually perform with my friends on Independence Day, but I sure can't refuse this request. The others will do fine without me. I just hold them back, anyway. I'll ask Charlie to line up a band I can take with me. I don't know how well the crew will enjoy my efforts, but I'll do my best. Have any ideas about who I should try to get to go with me Gwen? I don't want to take any of the guys that'll be playing for you, Jordan, and Charlie."

"I have a few ideas, but let me ask, Jordan and Charlie and see what they think," replied Gwen as she waved her two friends over.

"Steve has practically been ordered to perform for the crews of the Nimitz and the Teddy Roosevelt on July3rd and July 4th. He's wondering where he'll get a band to play with him," stated Gwen matter-of-factly.

"Wow! I've always wanted to get a ride on one of those big boats!" bubbled Jordan. "I just hope I don't get morning sea sickness. I bet that's pretty unpleasant."

"I'll tell the guys to plan on spending the holiday in the Mideast," grinned Charlie. "We'll give those sailors the show of their lives!"

"It looks like your problem is solved, or don't you want Jordan, Charlie, and me to go with you?" teased Gwen.

"Are you kidding? I'd love it, but I hated to ask you to give up your holiday," responded a delighted Steve. "I do worry about the reaction you and Jordan will create onboard those ships. Those guys will be way over the top when they see you two walking around the deck. Would the Secretary mind if Gwen, Jordan, and Charlie came along, and we brought the band?"

"I think that was Secretary Gordon's hope all along," smiled Senator Chatham. "He knew he could squeeze you a little since you're already in the Navy, but he was worried about asking your friends."

"Would you happen to have his contact information?" asked Gwen. "I'd like to speak with him."

"I can't give you his number, but I'm supposed to call him to report whether Steve would perform or not. I'll call him right now, and after I speak with him, I'll give you the phone," promised Chatham as she hit a number on her cell.

"Mr. Secretary, it's all set. He'll perform on the carriers. Yes, and they're all going to be there. I think this will raise everyone's morale. It's a stroke of genius. But there's one thing more. I have a young Congresswoman here that insists she speak to you. Right again! Here she is," finished Chatham as she handed her cell to Gwen.

"Where do you get off trying to force Steve into playing for the crews on these carriers?" demanded Gwen. "He's in the Navy, but I doubt that having to sing to a bunch of forlorn sailors is part of his contract. You should be sorry! From now on, you call me if you want us to help you out by doing a concert or two for the Navy!

"This is a favor to us!" insisted Gwen. "We love these men and women that sacrifice so much for us. If we can work it out, we'll go anyplace, anytime to help out any branch of the military! So now you want me to do some promotions for the Navy? Why didn't you ask me years ago? I'd love to, especially if I can make them with Steve! So we're on the same page? If you even need anything from us, you'll call me and we'll try to work it out, okay?"

Gwen was all smiles as she returned Senator Chatham's phone. "We'll be spending the July 4th holiday on a couple of carriers and I'll be making some of those Navy commercials with Steve while we're there. Jordan, I picked up the feeling that he'd like you and Charlie to make some, too. I wonder why he never asked before."

The foursome returned to mingling with their friends and neighbors. Sparta was extremely proud of its famous citizens and the locals were anxious to let them know exactly that. Gwen, Jordan, Steve, and Charlie were on a first name basis with most of the residents of the town and they greeted them warmly. It always made people proud when they were addressed personally by such successful, famous, and wealthy celebrities.

Steve watched as a stranger approached Stephanie and engaged her in what appeared to be a private conversation. Steve was certain that he had never seen the man before. He wasn't surprised when Stephanie led him over to speak with the four friends.

"This is James Hawthorne. He flew in from Britain last night. He's with the World Health Organization and he'd like to speak with you guys. James, this is Gwen, Jordan, Charlie, and Steve.

"What can we do for you, Mr. Hawthorne?" asked Gwen as she shook his hand.

"You're obviously familiar with our organization and how we work to eradicate certain communicable diseases around the world through free vaccinations. We rely a great deal on donations from countries, private enterprise, and the public to fund our efforts. We're trying to assure that every child is vaccinated against as many diseases as possible.

"To that end, we're trying to schedule an international telethon originating in London. I've been sent here to ask you to perform in London at the telethon. It's our belief that your appearance would greatly increase the donations."

"How many acts will be appearing and how long will you want us to perform?" asked Charlie curiously.

"Honestly, we felt that we'd start at the top and work our way down. How long would you be willing to perform? We'd work any other bands, singers, and guests around your schedule. We'll broadcast for twelve hours. We'd want you to appear when the audience would potentially be the largest, which we believe would center around five o'clock London time. That would allow most of Europe the ability to watch before midnight, and all of the United States should be awake and able to tune in as well."

"When would this take place and what's the most amount of time you'd allow us?" asked Jordan.

"You can have the entire twelve hours if you want it. We're setting it up for Saturday, June 28th. As I said, you'd be the stars that draw the audience, so we'll work to accommodate you any way we can."

"What do you say guys?" asked Jordan as she looked at the other three. "It's for a good cause. Should we do four hours? Now that I'm pregnant, I find myself a lot more concerned about the health and safety of all children."

"I think four hours would be fair. If we tried for any more, we'd be tired and our performance would suffer," agreed Gwen.

"I have to speak with Senator Chatham to be sure I can go. She owns my soul at the moment. But I expect she'll be fine with it. I think we'd like to be on from four to eight PM, London time," added Steve. "What do you think, Charlie? You're the guy we rely on to get everything put together for our gigs."

"Let's do it," replied Charlie. "Now that I'm going to be a father, I feel the same as Jordan does about kids. Let's help as many as we can."

"I can't tell you how pleased this will make everyone at WHO," stated Hawthorne. "When I volunteered for this mission, I was rather nervous. I'd heard that you were all caring people that worked to help less the fortunate, but I feared it was all PR to help promote your many enterprises. Now I find you're very down to earth, caring people that happen to be extremely talented and wealthy."

"I've heard of a James Hawthorne that's an advisor to The Prime Minister," recalled Steve. "Is there any connection?"

"That would be my father," replied the young Brit. "I come from a politically active family. I expect to run for the House of Commons next year. I should be Prime Minister within ten years, or so my family thinks."

"Well, thanks for the invitation. We'll do our very best to help raise some money for your organization," promised Gwen. "I've always wanted to see England and now I will. I can hardly wait!"

Steve and Gwen spent two more hours shaking hands and recounting their experiences in response to the many questions their friends and neighbors constantly posed. They were a very tired couple when they finally made it to bed much later in the evening.

"You be careful in Korea," cautioned Gwen to Steve as she laid her head on his shoulder and quickly fell asleep.

After a restful Sunday, Steve found himself on a jet headed to North Korea early Monday morning. Senator Mason and several other members of Congress made the trip. Naomi, as an aide to Senator Mason, also made the journey and sat next to Steve on the long flight.

"Look at all of those nosey people that keep looking at us," pointed out Naomi. "They expect us to have sex any minute so they can tell everyone about it."

"Is sitting near me bad for your reputation?" asked a concerned Steve. "I never gave it a thought. I enjoy your company and we were having a good conversation. Would you like me to find a different seat?"

"Are you kidding?" laughed Naomi."I'd be sitting on your lap if I could get away with it. I'm used to people thinking, and even suggesting that I'm having an affair with you. Lots of classmates at the Academy thought we were lovers because we spent so much time together."

"I think most of them knew the truth, but they were jealous that I was best friends with the best looking girl there. Guys can be as catty and jealous as any woman."

"We are pretty good friends, aren't we?" smiled Naomi as she gave Steve a kiss on his cheek. "I have a great boyfriend and I love Gwen, but sometimes I wonder what things would have been like if I had been a little friendlier back when we were in Cuba," admitted Naomi.

"I know what you mean. You're gorgeous and have an amazing body. If I hadn't fallen in love with Gwen, I'd have chased you all over the place," replied Steve. "But I am in love with Gwen and I'm totally committed to her, so we'll have to be happy with being best friends."

"That'll have to be enough. Besides, Jared is a very good man, and a wonderful lover. I'm not complaining at all. My life has turned out pretty well. Jared, Gwen, and you are the big reasons for that.

"Now, let's try to guess what'll happen when we get to Korea. Jong is known to be a bit off center in his thinking. Why does he insist on speaking with you?" wondered Naomi.

Naomi had the answer to her question the following afternoon when she sat with the American contingent meeting with the North Korean leader. After some brief small talk and introductions, Jong cut to the chase through an interpreter.

"You have travelled here to try to secure the release of the American spies we captured last week," began Jong. "I will release them to you if Lieutenant Hammer can meet our conditions. Are you interested, Lieutenant Hammer?"

"We expect to take the Duvall family back to the states with us, so name your conditions, Sir. If they are reasonable, we will do our best to meet them," responded Steve.

"It's quite simple. I propose a shooting competition between you and our nation's best marksmen," stated Jong. "If you win, you may leave with the American spies."

"I tentatively agree," nodded Steve thoughtfully, "as long as the competition is fair and safe. I'll need to know the details before I can commit, but if it's fair. I'm in."

"Then it is agreed," smiled Jong. "We will meet at our new shooting range tomorrow at noon. For tonight, I want all of you to be my guests at a formal dinner. I am very curious about the movies you make. Perhaps you'd be interested in making a movie here in Pyongyang? We have some excellent locations for a movie. Of course, North Korea could not be portrayed as less than the enlightened nation that it is."

"We can discuss that at the dinner this evening," replied Steve. "We would not insult your nation in any movie, nor would we allow you, or anyone else the right to control or censor anything we make. You'd have to agree to that up front or there would be nothing further to discuss," insisted Steve.

Jong briefly looked annoyed, but then gave a broad smile. "You are reputed to be very frank, Lieutenant Hammer. I see that it is true. Everyone in this room worries about what I will think or do; everyone, that is, but you. We will dine in two hours."

"What are you doing?" demanded Congressman Kasen from Alabama as soon as the American contingent was away from Jong. "You can't arbitrarily negotiate with Jong. That's why members of Congress are here. We'll handle the discussions."

Steve glanced at Senators Mason and Chatham before he answered. "I didn't see you so much as nod when Jong brought up the subject. Feel free to negotiate with him at dinner tonight. Just don't commit me to anything. I was under the impression that I was here because Jong wanted me here. Was I mistaken? Does he really want to speak with you?"

"You really need to discuss your responses with us before you say anything. We're elected officials and you're just an aide to a senator," replied Kasen. "We're not here to make this into a three ring circus with Wild Bill Hickok and Annie Oakley doing trick shots for the audience."

"As you just pointed out, I'm merely an aide to a senator. I happen to be an aide to Senator Chatham, so I follow her directives," responded an obviously annoyed Steve. "If you have a problem with my participation, take it up with her. I respect your office as well as your constituents, but don't speak to me like I'm one of your lackeys. I do not take orders from you."

"Senator Chatham, I demand that you have your aide disciplined for insubordination. He's been rude and uncooperative, to say the least," insisted Kasen. "He has an inflated view of his role here."

"Congressman Kasen, I don't try to order your people around," snapped Chatham. "I don't appreciate you harassing my aide. He's here to try to gain the release of an American family that strayed into North Korean waters. I really have no idea why you're here, but I suggest that you keep your mouth shut and try to learn something. If you do something stupid and ruin things for that family, I'll see that every TV station in your home district learns about it before you board the flight home. Do we understand each other?"

"Well, yes, but I don't understand why we'd go along with some ridiculous shooting match to free the hostages. What happens if Hammer loses? This is not the way diplomacy works."

"Perhaps you didn't get the memo," responded Chatham coldly. "Jong is bat-shit crazy. If he'll free the Duvals when Steve wins some sort of contest, we'll take a chance with the contest. If he wants to see who has the bigger dick, we'll still let Steve represent the US. I'm trying to spell it out for you. Steve gives us the best chance to gain their release regardless of what type of macho game Jong dreams up."

Representative Kasen was stunned into silence by Chatham's crude remarks. Naomi took the opportunity to interject some humor. "I have to back Senator Chatham on this one. Steve is the guy we want in any sort of competition, especially that kind!"

"Lieutenant Wilson, comments like that are not appropriate for a naval officer," cautioned Senator Mason. "And what makes you so certain, anyway?"

Naomi simply winked and then smiled at Senator Mason. By this time the entire American contingent, with the exception of Congressman Kasen, was laughing heartily.

"This is very serious business, but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy a few laughs," concluded Senator Mason. "I think we've pretty much decided on a course of action, which is to give Steve Hammer the reins and see what he can do with Jong."

"Just don't shoot him by accident, or design," added Chatham. "His number two guy, Kwang Pyong-So, is a psychopath that makes Jong look like Santa Clause. As strange as it seems, the US much prefers to deal with Jong. He's unstable and unpredictable. Kwang wants to go to war. We need to keep Jong around long enough for him to execute Kwang when he annoys Jong in some way."

"Do you actually think Jong would execute his second-in-command?" asked a disbelieving Kasen.

"He purged his own uncle from the government, and he liked him," replied Chatham. "Imagine what he'd do to someone trying to wrest power from him that isn't a relative."

Two hours later, the Americans were dining with Jong in the Royal Palace. Steve was placed to his left while a very surprised Naomi sat next to Jong on his right. Steve could see that Naomi was nervous, so he did his best to maintain a conversation with Jong. He had no doubt that Naomi's nerves would quickly settle and she'd be fine.

"Have you given any thought to my request that you film a movie here in North Korea?" asked Jong through an interpreter.

"I think my partners will strongly consider it if they are convinced that we can move about freely, have our safety guaranteed, and you realize that you will have no influence over the final product we release," offered Steve. "It would not be a political movie and it would not portray your nation in a bad light. I would promise you that. It would simply be a movie where the characters lived in North Korea, for whatever reason."

"Would you use Koreans in this movie or would all of the actors be American?" asked Jong.

"We'd use Americans as the main characters, but there would be many Koreans filling in many of the roles as locals. You need to understand that this movie will need to make the lion's share of its revenue in the United States and we Lady in Red principals always appear in our own films. That keeps our costs down and increases our profits. It's simply how we operate."

"Would Ms. Wilson, that would be Lieutenant Wilson, appear in this movie?" asked Jong as his gaze turned toward Naomi.

"Sir, this movie we're discussing is hypothetical at this point, so it obviously has not been cast. That being said, Naomi is an excellent actress and she's extremely popular. She's beautiful and sexy, so I'd say that we'd have her in the movie if her schedule permits it. Would you want her to be in it?" asked Steve as he observed the look Jong had given Naomi.

"Very much so!" replied Jong eagerly. "Our nation would show you our Korean hospitality. You would change your opinion of our great country if you spent a few months here."

"Sir, please don't assume that we have less than a very high regard for your nation. It's our hope that our nations gradually become friendlier, allowing trade and travel between our two countries to become common place. I'll do my best to persuade our company to make a movie here next year. This is a beautiful capital city."

Jong beamed at Steve's comment and nodded vigorously as his words were translated. The rest of the evening went well as Jong spent most of his time speaking with Steve and Naomi, much to the dismay of Representative Kasen. Almost two hours after they sat down to dine; the Americans complimented Jong and his staff as they left the dinning area.

"You've got no business promising anything to Jong," insisted Kasen as soon as the Americans were gathered in a meeting room at their hotel. "You do not represent the United States here. We are under no obligation to keep any of your promises!"

"Then why are you so upset?" asked Steve calmly. "I have no authority, so any promise I make would be the same as coming from a cab driver in Chicago. Would you be upset if a mechanic from Dallas made a promise to Jong? You need to chill a little, and you'd be well served to think about what you're saying before you say it."

"I just don't want Jong to get the wrong impression!" insisted Kasen. "Was that last remark supposed to be a veiled threat or something?"

"Actually, it was," snapped Steve. "You'd better pull in your horns around me or we'll be mixing it up. Your constant babble is getting on my nerves."

"You don't scare me. I'm a Congressman, and as such, your superior. I can have you court-martialed if I choose."

Steve rose from his chair and strode over to where Kasen was seated. As Steve approached him, Congressman Kasen began to whine to Senator Chatham.

"Senator Chatham! Keep your aide under control, please! If he touches me, he'll be spending the next ten years in a cell. I have witnesses!"

"Kasen, why don't you just shut the hell up?" asked the frank talking senator. "No one here has seen or heard anything. If Steve decides to thump your ass a little, no one will admit seeing anything happen. We're here to free some prisoners, and if buttering up that crazy bastard helps us attain that goal, we'll do it and smile while we do! That family is far more important than your fragile ego. We have a big day tomorrow. Steve's going to try to win a family's freedom. I want you to try to keep from saying anything stupid. It should prove interesting.

"Steve, please take a seat. Congressman Kasen doesn't really understand the situation. For some reason, he hasn't figured out just how influential you are and that it's political suicide to show such disrespect. You need to keep your anger in check and concentrate on tomorrow's activities. Are you prepared, and is there anything we can do to help?"

"I really can't think of anything," replied Steve as he stared at Kasen a few more seconds before facing Chatham. "We're supposed to meet with the family tomorrow morning so we can judge for ourselves that they're in good health. We need to let them know that the U.S. is working for their release, but don't let them think that it's a done deal. I'm not guaranteeing anything, especially when I don't know what rules Jong will have in place. I'll do my best and hope that it's good enough.

"That's all we can ask for. I'm sure you'll do very well, but who knows how Jong will try to stack the deck. It's good that you sort of promised you'd make a movie here. That may prevent him from cheating somehow. He doesn't want to upset you if you're going to film a major movie in his capital city."

The following morning saw the American delegation finishing breakfast when the Duval family was led into the room. They wore prison garb and were barefooted. Their expressions brightened when they heard Americans speaking in English.

While they were not allowed to move toward the Americans, the guards did not prevent the contingent from approaching them. Kasen was the first one to reach them. It was obvious that he was preening for the media that was allowed to attend and record the meeting.

"I'm Congressman Kasen and I promise you that we'll do everything in our power to gain your release. The North Koreans have no right to hold you and I've told them that. I expect to take you back to the States with us!"

Hampton Duval politely listened to Kasen, but his eyes were glued to Steve, who was wearing his fatigues as he stood at attention and saluted. Obviously Duval was not in uniform, but the respect Steve showed him was not lost on the delegation, nor the reporters.

Duval nodded slightly to Steve and then spoke quietly to his wife. She quickly diverted her attention from the verbose Kasen and focused on Steve. Her face immediately lit up. She immediately pointed Steve out to her son and two daughters. The girls were unable to contain their pleasure. They waved and smiled broadly as he approached their family.

Duval quickly put his hand out and Steve shook it firmly. Then he stepped over to Mrs. Duval. She was a thin, dark haired woman approaching fifty. She quickly wrapped her arms around Steve and hugged him tightly. Next was Bonnie, the older daughter, who also hugged Steve and kissed his cheek. When it was sixteen year old Kirsten's turn, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him soundly on the lips.

"I've always wanted to do that!" was all she said as she released Steve so her brother could shake his hand.

Kasen was a bright red as his embarrassment and anger raged over the snub he felt he was receiving. With as much dignity as he could muster, he retreated back to stand with the rest of the American contingent.

"Naomi! Come on over. The girls want to see you," insisted Steve as he beckoned for Naomi to join him. Soon Naomi was receiving hugs from the family as Steve spoke to them in a low voice.

After just a few minutes, the guards indicated that the Duvals had to leave the room. It was evident that they left feeling much better about their situation than when they had entered.

"I noticed Hammer did his best to hog the photo opportunity," complained Kasen as the Americans returned to their meeting room. 'Maybe it'll sell some more songs or gain some viewers for his next movie. He seems to have lost sight of our goal here. We need to negotiate some sort of settlement with Jong. Photo ops won't cut it."

"Kasen, this will be the last trip you ever go on with me," replied a testy Senator Mason. "You're an unadulterated ass. Who did those people want to see? Was it some prattling idiot, or fellow naval officers that were friends with the family? When they saw that Steve and Naomi were here, it gave them hope. They were more polite to you than you deserved. If you hadn't tried so hard to steal the spotlight, you wouldn't have come off looking like such a pompous ass.

"The rest of us knew enough to allow the Duvals time to see that we were there and to let them decide with whom they wished to speak. If you persist in defaming Steve, you're going to have a very short political life. I would think that you would've learned that much from watching the ethics hearings a few weeks ago."

"I just happen to think that a Congressman is more important than a Navy lieutenant, especially one that's serving as an aide to a senator," responded Kasen as he tried to defend his actions.

"And that's exactly where you're making your mistake," retorted Senator Chatham. "Did anyone hear Jong insist that Congressman Kasen personally make the trip to negotiate for the release of the Duvals? No! He wanted Steve and that's because he's known around the globe for his deeds. You're not. In almost any circumstance you can possibly imagine, Steve is far more important that you. Accept it."

Two hours later, the Americans joined numerous reporters that were allowed access to the competition. They entered a large structure and were led to the firing range. Jong stood behind a large window of very thick plate glass, where the American contingent and reporters joined him. Steve was escorted through a door to the front where three Koreans stood next to small tables with handguns on them. Steve saw a fourth table with a gun, so he assumed it was where he was supposed to stand.

The rules, although different than any Steve had ever encountered before, were quite simple. Each shooter would have an opportunity to shoot ten rounds from a CZ 82 handgun at an electronic target. The location of each round would be automatically recorded. A shot totally inside the center circle was worth ten points. As you moved out from the center, each concentric ring had a lower value by one point. If a bullet hit a border between two circles, the lower value ring would be credited. The time, in seconds, from the first shot to the last would be subtracted from the score. The time was recorded automatically as well. High score won. It would require just seconds to record each shooters score.

The first person to fire would be the man on the left. Once he finished, the next man would have one minute to begin firing his weapon. Steve was third in line, which meant that two men would shoot before him and one after. Steve knew that the first two would be slow and less than perfect so he would be lulled into a false feeling of confidence. The final shooter would be their best and he would have the advantage of seeing how fast and accurate Steve was before he fired his weapon.

Steve knew the old CZ 82's were quite accurate handguns at the range he would be shooting, which was thirty meters. He had fired the model more than a few times over the years and was comfortable with it. He forced himself to focus on his objective and ignore everything around him. He felt as prepared as he would ever be, considering he hadn't been allowed to take any shots with the weapon to see where it was shooting. Luckily, at that range, Steve relied on his hand-to-eye coordination and seldom used the sights, such as they were. As he looked at the weapon before him, Steve realized the front sight had been filed down, which caused him to chuckle to himself as he thought about how Jong had tried to stack the deck.

Each shooter was told to inspect his gun and to signal if he was satisfied with it. When Steve nodded that he was content with his handgun, he saw Jong's surprise. He had probably expected Steve to request a different weapon.

Once the four men indicated they were ready to begin, the actual shooting was over in less than two minutes. The first man fired his weapon rather slowly, but was quite accurate. He scored 88 but had taken six seconds, so his score was 82. The next man fired quite rapidly, but scored just an 87 with a deduction of 3.5 for a final score of 83.5.

Steve watched as the second man to fire placed the gun on the table, but kept his hand on it. Steve had been on so many firing ranges that he counted the shoots without conscious effort, and he was certain the man had fired only nine times.

Knowing that the man following him would be the one he had to beat, Steve calmly picked up his weapon and faced the target. He raised his weapon and pulled the trigger ten times. He had done it so rapidly that it had sounded like one continuous roar. His total read 97 less 2.5 seconds for a final score of 94.5! He carefully placed his weapon on the table and as he turned to watch the next shooter, stepped closer to the man that had gone before him.

As Steve suspected, Jong had saved his best for last. The man looked very steady as he hefted his handgun and faced the target. He raised the weapon and began shooting. He was very fast. His score of 97 matched Steve's, but his time was 3 seconds, thus giving Steve the win by just half a point!

A guard opened the door and a stern looking Jong stepped onto the firing range. The man that had fired just before Steve suddenly swung his gun around and fired it! Steve had been concerned about the man when he realized that he had never fired his last round. He was not surprised when the man suddenly made an attempt to shoot Jong in the head. Steve simply slapped the shooter's hand upward and the bullet lodged into the wall over Jong's left shoulder.

Bedlam erupted as two of Jong's body guards pushed the shooter to the floor while several others rushed onto the range with guns drawn. Steve stood motionless with his hands held high above his head. One of the other shooters in the competition suddenly made the incorrect decision to flee. He managed two steps before he was cut down in a hail of bullets.

Steve and the remaining Korean shooter stood very still with their hands still over their heads as the handguns they had used were gathered and removed from the room. Then they were thoroughly patted down to determine if they had any more weapons on their person. The man that had attempted to shoot Jong was led away by several heavily armed troops as Jong strained to regain his composure.

Everyone waited to learn just how he'd react to the assassination attempt. Once he had mopped his brow, and then wiped it again, he summoned his interpreter over and spoke quietly to him. The man nodded and walked over to Steve and indicated he should walk away from everyone so Jong could speak to him privately.​