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.