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short distance away. They lead down to the rail line.”
    “The subway here is a hundred meters below ground.”
    “Yes.”
    “Why go that far down?”
    She didn’t like being that far underground in tunnels either, but she had very few options at this point and this was the most direct passage. “You must reach the DMZ. To do that, you must go south from here, and to do that, you must travel beneath the Taedong River.”
    One of the cowboy’s men who had an Australian accent said, “Hang on a tick. The tunnel being dug for the Pongwha Station collapsed years ago . Blokes never finished it.”
    She turned to him . “That is what the DPRK would have the world believe, but the tunnel was completed.”
    The glow from her penlight caught Pang’s wide eyes . She couldn’t tell if he was shocked or impressed, but she didn’t care.
    An explosion roared from the direction of the warehouse they’d left. Noise echoed through the tunnel .  
    Jin flinched . “What happened?”
    The cowboy said, “They found the first mine I left . Everyone move out and no talking.”  He snatched the flashlight from her hand and flipped the light off.
    “How can I—”
    Long fingers grabbed her wrist and pulled her through the door into the next tunnel.
    He wanted her to run blind through here?
    But shining her light would give up their position if they ran into soldiers. Plus, this man had followed her to this point on an inkling of trust. She would not argue. When she tripped over her feet, he caught her arm and kept her upright, never slowing a step.
    A few minutes later, the roar of a second blast reached them. Bo didn’t even flinch .
    He had set a second mine?
    She could feel the men moving behind her and hear an occasional stumble by Har or Pang.
    These Americans did not stumble.
    Especially the mountain dragging her along.
    When they reached the end of the short tunnel, he whispered, “We’re at the steps.”
    She opened her mouth and closed it. He was letting her know they would head downstairs next, not that he wanted her to speak.
    Her fingers ached. She unclenched them, keeping her hands loose in case she fell, but the chance of that happening was slim since he had a firm hold on her.
    “Step down,” murmured near her ear.
    She took that first step, terrified of missing a step and falling fifty feet to the next landing . Her heart practiced kickboxing against her chest.
    Do not think about falling .
    She could do this. She’d faced only one fear in her life that she hadn’t overcome, but that one would not be an issue down here.
    The cowboy’s hold on her gave her confidence to move quickly down the stairs. She maintained an even spacing from one step to the next.
    What if he slipped?
    She would break her neck right along with him.
    But he never hit a bump.
    Voices rumbled above them, back through the tunnel they’d taken from storage room. Whatever explosive devices the soldiers hit at the warehouse had not blocked the pursuit. They would toss bodies to the side and keep moving until they caught Pang and Har.
    And her.
    She’d seen soldiers at her apartment. Her superiors would unleash everyone they had to stop her from escaping.
    Bo whispered, “Two steps forward then down again,” just as she made a step, expecting to continue down. She’d forgotten to count steps or she’d have known where she was. The hand holding her arm changed direction and her body moved with his, but he took the next step faster than she’d anticipated.
    Her boot heel caught the edge when she overshot the distance to the first step and she fell into him.
    Panic slid through her veins like ice water . She was going to knock him down this stairwell and kill both of them.
    But the mountain just caught her around the waist and hauled her up against him like a sack of rice, lifting her off the floor and all the while still moving .
    Footsteps thumped high up behind them .
    In flailing her arms, she banged her wrist against the wall and