by Dale Brown
“Let me guess — you have six teams standing by ready to go,” Thorn said.
“Yes, sir,” Luger said. He motioned to Hal Briggs. “Colonel?”
“Thank you, sir,” Hal Briggs began, stepping forward. “Mr. President, Mr. Secretary, Miss Deputy Secretary, I’m Colonel Hal Briggs, commander of the Air Battle Force ground forces. The Air Battle Force concept puts together massive airpower with small, well-equipped, and highly mobile ground forces for its operations. We believe, and we can demonstrate, that this concept will be the primary way in which many conflicts are fought in the foreseeable future. The Air Battle Force concept emphasizes speed, precision striking power, and adaptability to a wide range of conflicts, from small-scale protective and defensive missions such as an embassy emergency, to antiterrorist operations, to military operations in urban terrain, to an all-out air, ground, naval, and space battle.
“In Turkmenistan we intend to field ten strike teams,” Briggs said. “Six teams will take the petro-control stations that General Luger mentioned; two teams will be in charge of securing the airfield at Chärjew, which will become our base of operations; two teams will man the supply aircraft and roam across the battle area, augmenting other teams as necessary.”
“Ten teams? Do you mean ten battalions? Ten brigades?” Defense Secretary Goff asked in surprise. “What do you intend to do? Insert the entire One Hundred and First Airborne Division into Turkmenistan?”
“No, sir. I intend to insert ten Battle Force teams — one hundred men and women,” Hal Briggs replied.
“One hundred? Are you kidding me?” Thorn asked incredulously. “You intend to capture those positions with just one—” And then he saw Chris Wohl, in the Tin Man battle armor with the microhydraulic exoskeleton, step over to Hal Briggs, and he understood. Wohl had put on his helmet during the briefing, so the visitors were getting the absolute full effect of the Tin Man battle armor system. “You’ve got one hundred soldiers with that getup?”
“Not quite, sir,” Briggs explained. “Each Battle Force team consists of five men with complete Tin Man battle-armor systems, plus three men with advanced combat-armor systems, or ACAS, and two conventionally equipped commandos. ACAS provides improved ballistic protection and the same communications and sensor capability — several steps up from standard-issue infantry units, but not as capable as the Tin Man system. Eventually all team members will have Tin Man systems, but we aren’t ramped up to that level yet.
“The principal technologies behind the Air Battle Force teams is high-speed mobility, high-tech precision weapons, and advanced sensor capabilities,” Briggs said. “The Tin Man systems are designed for mobility and hitting power, and we’re relying on them to hold the positions with support from ACAS troops.”
“It still seems pretty unlikely you can cover that entire pipe with one hundred guys, Colonel,” Hershel observed.
“Ma’am, combined with the air-operations force, we can,” Briggs said. “The Battle Force ground teams’ assignment will be to break the grip of the Taliban on the six most vital control stations of the pipeline system, plus Chärjew Airport. The air-operations teams will be above us to take out any Taliban troop concentrations, but we need to be careful not to bomb too closely to the pipelines for fear of causing the very catastrophe we’re trying to prevent.”
“The air-operations force will initially consist of StealthHawk unmanned stealth combat air vehicles flying round-the-clock patrols over eastern Turkmenistan,” David Luger said. “The StealthHawks are launched by EB-52 bombers, EB-1C bombers, and other support aircraft. The unmanned aircraft serve as both reconnaissance and defensive attack platforms to protect the ground forces. If necessary, the patrols will be augmented by manned EB-52 Megafortress and EB-1C Vampire bomber attacks on Turkmen air-defense locations, protected by AL-52 Dragon airborne-laser aircraft. Once we have control of the skies over eastern Turkmenistan, we can withdraw the manned aircraft.”
“Sounds like you’ve got it all worked out,” President Thorn said sourly. “But I know for damned sure that if it sounds too easy, there’s always a catch.” He turned to Patrick McLanahan and asked pointedly, “What’s the catch here, General?”
“The catch, sir, is that the Air Battle Force’s mission is to go in fast and hit hard — we’re not set up to protect or hold territory,” Patrick responded. “We can defend those positions only for so long. Eventually you need to send in Marines or regular-army units to take over until Turkmen forces get reorganized.”
“If there’s even a Turkmen government to command them,” Acting Secretary of State Hershel added.
“Frankly, Miss Hershel, if the Turkmen government doesn’t want to play, we shouldn’t be in there risking American lives to defend them — or TransCal’s oil,” Thorn said. “TransCal can continue to pay protection money, or they can bug out, too. We go in with friendly forces solidly behind us or we don’t go in at all.”
“Roger that, sir,” Patrick McLanahan agreed enthusiastically. “The Gurizev regime is staunchly pro-Russian.”
“Yes, but who speaks for the Turkmen people?” Maureen Hershel asked. “You’ve mentioned a lot about TransCal and the Russians, but what about the people?”
“The people seem to be siding with the Taliban insurgents more and more,” David Luger responded. “In general, the Taliban insurgents have treated the people of Turkmenistan and army conscripts with kindness and generosity, and at the same time they’ve shown how brutal they could be with the professional Turkmen soldiers and the Russians.”
“Sounds like two different people calling the shots to me,” Maureen Hershel said. “Maybe the Taliban leader is the brutal one and the military guy knows better than to alienate the people while occupying their land.”
“I think you’re right, Miss Hershel,” Patrick said. “Sergeant Major Wohl interrogated one of the Taliban commanders on our last mission inside Turkmenistan, and his observations are in line with that.”
“Oh? Mind filling us in, Sergeant Major?” Goff asked.
Chris Wohl removed his Tin Man helmet before he responded. “I spoke with a man who called himself Jalaluddin Turabi, sir. He said his commander’s name is Wakil Mohammad Zarazi. We ran their names through intelligence files. Both men have been trained by foreign countries for military and terrorist operations, but Wakil Zarazi was identified and specially trained as a religious zealot. We don’t know much more about them, except for this: When I interrogated Turabi, he described himself as a jihadi — a holy warrior. He mentioned Zarazi’s rank — a general — but said he himself did not have any rank, although he was clearly the leader of the detachment we encountered. He seemed to indicate that Zarazi was on some kind of quest, some sort of mission — not a jihad, or at least not the same holy war that Turabi thought he was on.”
“We consider this a fairly significant ideological break,” Patrick said. “Taliban soldiers on a jihad are usually tasked with disrupting enemy lines of communication and obtaining money and supplies for their clans. This appears to be what Turabi’s mission is. But Zarazi is obviously doing far more. If politicians like Gurizev and fighters like Turabi can be convinced to side with the West in exchange for a greater share in the oil profits and a greater voice in their government, maybe they can be convinced to accept U.S. military and financial assistance in setting up a representative government.”
Now I understand why this guy is being considered as President Thomas Thorn’s national security adviser, Maureen Hershel thought. That is exactly the kind of half-military, half-political strategic advice Thorn needs — but he rarely gets it because he’s beleaguered with the minutiae of the kind of administration he designed. Thomas Thorn didn’t believe in getting the United States involved with other countries’ problems, so he had no one in his inner circle thinking or studying those problems and how it might benefit the United States to help.
“General McLanahan, you haven’t told me anything that leads me to think we need to change our position on C
entral Asia,” Thorn said. “I don’t see that a military option is called for.”
“We would suggest other options: either support Gurizev’s government, the one that signed the deals with TransCal Petroleum, or replace it,” Patrick McLanahan suggested.
“Replace it with what?” Hershel asked. “Gurizev is little more than a dictator.”
“Why not start with Jalaluddin Turabi?” Patrick replied.
“Turabi — you mean support a Taliban insurgent as the new president of Turkmenistan?” Robert Goff exclaimed. “We’ve spent several years and billions of dollars trying to eliminate the Taliban. Surely you can’t expect us to support a Taliban terrorist to be president?”
“Based on the sergeant major’s observations, I believe that Turabi is a senior officer in this Taliban army — maybe even the deputy commander,” Patrick said. “It’s possible he could be the real military brains behind this operation as well. If so, he embarked on this mission simply because he’s obligated to follow his leader, Zarazi, in supporting their clan. Zarazi pushes them forward, but it’s Turabi who actually accomplishes the missions. Zarazi kills with vengeance; Turabi is praised for his kindness, compassion, and generosity. Zarazi is a zealot, a wild ideological dog — he probably can’t be bargained with. Turabi is the clearheaded one. If he’s approachable and interested, we should try to make a deal with him.”
Robert Goff shook his head and muttered something that sounded like “That’s crazy,” but Hershel nodded thoughtfully at McLanahan. “I think it’s an interesting idea,” she said. “I think it’s worth a trip out to Turkmenistan to try to make contact with him.”
“If I know President Martindale, he’ll be on his way out there to do the same thing,” Patrick observed. “He’ll try to get Gurizev to crack down harder on the insurgents, but he’ll also try to contact the insurgent leaders — first to bribe them into not blowing up the pipelines and then to feel them out as a possible replacement regime to Gurizev.”
“Interesting idea,” Thorn said acidly. “Did your buddy Kevin Martindale tell you that himself?” Patrick McLanahan’s face turned grim. The activities of the former president of the United States were a very unpleasant topic between them all.
Three years earlier, following the successful development of the Tin Man battle-armor system by Sky Masters Inc., then-president Kevin Martindale sought to build the first Air Battle Force: small teams of high-tech commandos that could devastate the enemy with high-speed maneuverability and advanced weaponry, supported by stealth aircraft. It would be unnecessary to spend months mobilizing thousands of troops for overseas deployment when a force of a few dozen Tin Men could do the job just as well.
Kevin Martindale did not get reelected to the White House — but the Air Battle Force concept didn’t die. Instead, as an ex-president, Martindale assembled the team code-named “the Night Stalkers”—former special-operations operators, led by Patrick’s brother, Paul McLanahan, in the Tin Man battle-armor system. They acted as high-tech mercenary soldiers, pursuing the world’s worst criminals and terrorists.
Their audacity and disregard for the rules of law made them many enemies, including President Thomas Thorn and his advisers, but the organization was highly successful. Eventually Patrick’s and his friends’ public support for the organization embarrassed the White House to the extent that they were all involuntarily retired from active duty. Patrick, David, Hal, and Chris soon joined the Night Stalkers, and Sky Masters Inc., the private defense contractor run by Jon Masters, supported them as well. The group soon became the “firemen” in the world-crisis scene — they carried out the nasty, unpleasant search-and-destroy missions that most other nations, including Thomas Thorn and the United States, refused or were unable to tackle. This proved to be doubly embarrassing for men like Lester Busick, Edward Kercheval, and Robert Goff, who were members of Thorn’s administration but who openly advocated more U.S. involvement in world hot spots.
But it was soon obvious that the Night Stalkers weren’t going to survive. In order to finance their global operation, the Night Stalkers often had to steal from their victims. Patrick McLanahan himself tortured, then threatened to kill one international terrorist, Pavel Kazakov, unless he was paid half a billion dollars. As pleased as the world community was to see killers like Kazakov in prison, the extortion tactics left a dark stain on the Night Stalkers’ reputation.
The group later turned to mercenary work, being paid by wealthy corporations to spy on foreign governments and raid foreign military installations that threatened the company’s interests. That turned out to be the last straw. Now every government was afraid of being hit by the Night Stalkers. The group wasn’t fighting for justice or retribution anymore — they were fighting for money. The U.S. government cracked down on them, arresting several associates and closing down Sky Masters Inc. for a short time. Martindale disbanded the team shortly thereafter. McLanahan, Luger, Briggs, and Wohl were allowed to return to active military duty.
“He did not, sir — but I’m sure he would have,” Patrick said now in answer to the president’s question.
“How the hell can you give that bastard any credit at all, General?” Thorn asked. “You lost your wife and your brother in Libya, thanks to that son of a bitch Martindale.” Maureen Hershel stared at Thorn, then McLanahan, in total shock. Obviously she hadn’t heard the stories yet.
“Sir, I give President Martindale credit for the courage to act,” Patrick said. “We did what we thought was right. We had the power to do something, and we did it. We didn’t wait around for some government to do it for us.”
“Fine. You made the deserts of Libya and Egypt safe for multinational oil companies to make tremendous profits off blood oil,” Thorn said. “Was it worth the lives of your family, General?”
“You said you’re here for your own edification, Mr. President,” Patrick said. “If you won’t get involved in Turkmenistan, why bother coming here and getting this briefing? Is it disrespectful, wrong, or even treasonous to plan and prepare for action even if your boss, the so-called leader of the free world, doesn’t want to get involved?”
“You’re talking about your commander in chief, General,” Robert Goff said pointedly. He couldn’t get too angry with McLanahan — he mostly agreed with him, after all — but he couldn’t let him get away with talking so freely either. “Let’s get off this subject, shall we?”
Thorn gave Patrick a stern glare but let the matter drop.
“CIA just briefed the White House that they think Russia might be a player again in Turkmenistan,” Goff informed them. “Kurban Gurizev is staunchly pro-Russian, anti-West, and anti-Muslim. CIA feels that if the insurgents threaten the oil coming out of Turkmenistan, the Russian army could intervene — in fact, their intervention would be welcomed by Gurizev as a way to cement his hold on the government.”
“And if the Taliban insurgents continue to beat down the Turkmen army — what little remains of it — it would almost certainly draw Russia into the conflict,” Patrick said. He thought for a moment. “Russia has a couple fighter wings, weapon ranges, and a large air-combat-training facility at Mary in Turkmenistan. It’s equivalent to the Navy’s Strike and Air Warfare Center at Naval Air Station Fallon or the Air Force’s Air Warfare Center at Nellis Air Force Base. Elements of Russia’s Caspian Sea Flotilla are still based in Turkmenistan, including a marine infantry brigade and special-operations battalion, and Russian officers still serve in many Turkmen military units as contract workers.”
“But we’re told the Russian military has completely departed Turkmenistan, and there is virtually no integration between the Turkmen and Russian armies,” Goff said. “What’s the threat, Patrick?”
“It’s a perceived threat, sir, not a real one,” Patrick replied. “Turkmenistan was an important Soviet republic, and it still is a major source of cheap oil that Russia relies on for its own use and for export. If Turkmenistan were lost to a bunch of Muslim extremist insurgents, with Russian office
rs in charge of the military and with Russian military forces still on the ground there, it would be a major embarrassment for Russia.”
Both Thorn and Goff fell silent, deep in thought.
“Interesting analysis, gentlemen,” President Thorn said at last. “Your observations seem to dovetail very well with CIA’s.” He turned to Hershel and added, “A diplomatic mission to Turkmenistan might be in order right away.” He nodded to Luger, Briggs, and Wohl. “Thank you, gentlemen. I’d like to speak with General McLanahan for a few moments.” He shook hands with each one of them, even Chris Wohl’s armored hand, as they departed.
Thorn, Hershel, and Goff conferred with one another apart from the military personnel; Patrick walked the others to the door so he could stay respectfully out of earshot. “What do you think’s going on, Muck?” Dave Luger asked.
“I think we watered their eyes,” Patrick replied, “and we’re going to be very busy in the next several weeks. I want a staff meeting set up for thirteen hundred hours. Let’s talk about what we have and what we don’t have.”
“You got it.”
“General McLanahan,” Secretary Goff called out. Patrick, Rebecca, and then John Long joined Thorn, Hershel, and Goff. “We thank you very much for the tour, General,” he said. “We’re on our way.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll see to it that your aircraft is brought up to the surface and made ready right away.”
“General Furness,” President Thorn asked, “what is your opinion of General McLanahan’s program here?”
“My opinion, sir?”
“What do you think, General?” Thorn asked pointedly. “Do you think he has something there, or do you think he was too far out in left field to come up with anything practical?”
