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→Lambert stood and held out his hand. "Thanks. You're doing a fine job."

→"I think so. For now."

→"Like I said, sir. He's had help from someone higher up. We'd like to find out who that might be as well."

→"So could Mike be heading to California?"

→"I know what a Triad is. Wait, you think Mike Chan, er, Mike Wu, is working for his brother? And not the Shop?"

→"Yes, sir. A Chinese gang that operates like the Mafia."

→"As we uncovered more and more about Mike Wu, we learned that he's originally from Los Angeles. We confirmed the brother's identity, the one writing him letters. He's a guy named Eddie Wu, a known Chinatown gangster. He's suspected of being a major figure in one of the Triads that operates in southern California."

→Lambert squinted at the agent. "What do you know?"

→Kehoe nodded. "Makes sense. If it's really the Shop he's working for."

→Lambert thought a moment and suggested, "They're selling information." He slammed his fist on the table. "Whatever Mike was giving to them, they're selling it to someone else. That has to be it."

→"Then what are they doing planting a mole in your organization? Other than supplying the names of your agents, what other purpose could it serve?"

→"But the Shop is an arms broker, right? They are a profit-motivated organization, not political, correct?"

→"That's the problem," Kehoe said. "Chan's background was manufactured from beginning to end and it was manipulated from the inside. In other words, he had help from someone in a government agency. Every bit of so-called factual information on 'Mike Chan' was created and put into place before the background check. It takes considerable resources to do something like that. Mike Chan, or rather, Mike Wu, is not working alone. He's part of a much larger threat. Do you have any ideas what this could be?"

→"That's impossible. We use the same background checkers as your people do. And the CIA."

→"It's Mike Wu. He had supplied you with a completely false identity and background."

→"Mike Chan's apartment was thoroughly searched last night. An X-ray machine revealed a hidden compartment in the floorboards of his bathroom. There were some papers there that pointed us in a new direction, mainly letters written in Chinese. They were from Chan's brother. We learned some interesting things, the most important being that his name isn't really Mike Chan."

→Lambert shrugged. "The usual. Complete rundown of the guy's credit history, his family, schooling… why?"

→"Quite a bit," Kehoe replied. "First of all, what kind of background check did you perform on Mike Chan before he was hired?"

→"Then have a seat." Lambert gestured to the chair in front of his desk. Kehoe sat and removed some notes from his briefcase. "What have you got for me today?"

→Lambert called, "Come in," when he heard the knock. Kehoe entered the office and nodded at the colonel.