Tiger's Claw: A Novel pm-18

by Dale Brown

  “Yes, sir, they do, and quite extensive,” Zhen said. “Their Patriot missile batteries, command post high-frequency and satellite communications, and security divisions are completely self-contained and do not rely on municipal power, and individual computers and servers have battery backups. But emergency generators cannot power everything, and in many systems it takes time, from several seconds to several minutes, for backup power to kick on and the systems to reboot and start working again. Even a short period of time can be exploited.” Zu rolled his eyes in exasperation, even though inside he was fairly trembling. “More importantly, sir, their long-range civil radars, computer networks, and normal air-to-ground communications are all powered by the municipal grid. A disruption will not completely blind or deafen them, sir, but we can confuse them long enough.”

  “Long enough for what, Zhen?”

  “To destroy Andersen Air Force Base, sir,” Zhen said. “Or at least destroy enough aircraft on the ground and cripple the base to make it unusable for their few surviving heavy bombers.”

  Zu blinked in surprise. “Are you serious, Zhen?”

  “It can be done, sir,” Zhen said. “I have a plan formulated that can do the job.”

  “What if it is done, Zhen? After the Americans retaliate, they will just move them somewhere else—Japan, the Philippines, Australia . . .”

  “If those countries chose to support them,” Zhen said. “Those countries would know that they would become Chinese military and economic targets. In any case, the American bomber force would be crippled and almost completely wiped out.”

  “I do not know if China will continue to be such a great economic power in the world if this damnable recession continues,” Zu said. “If America reacts with a nuclear attack, it could completely destroy our country.”

  “America is still crippled and weak, sir,” Zhen said. “I do not think they will risk nuclear war.”

  “They have placed more ballistic missile submarines on patrol, Zhen,” Zu said. “That is their most potent weapon. Every one of our military bases would be destroyed if we attacked Guam.”

  “I do not think so, sir,” Zhen said. “I do not believe the Americans want a war with China. If they retaliate, it will be with conventional cruise missiles launched against our missile bases, airfields, and command-and-control facilities, just like eighteen years ago, and I think we can disperse our weapons well enough to survive. Our surface-to-air missiles and air defenses can take care of any attack against fixed installations.” Zu was silent. “Sir, the Americans are forcing us to respond to their provocations, sir, and the main provocation right now is their bomber base on Guam. It must be attacked, but not with nuclear weapons. A pinprick would be sufficient.”

  Zu remained silent so long that Zhen thought he had hung up. Then: “Do you have a plan, Admiral?” he asked. He knew he hardly needed to ask—Zhen seemed to be a fanatic with his dangerous but audacious plans, but so far they all seemed to have worked.

  “Of course, sir,” Zhen said. “I have been updating the plan daily since its creation, depending on new intelligence reports, and I have reserved weapons, crews, and aircraft as much as I am allowed. The plan is ready to put into motion at any time.”

  “Very well,” Zu said. “Submit it to me immediately.” He terminated that phone call, then called his deputy, General Sun. “Get me Phoenix in Washington on the ‘hot line’ and a translator immediately.”

  THE WHITE HOUSE SITUATION ROOM, WASHINGTON, D.C.

  ABOUT AN HOUR LATER

  “This is President Phoenix,” the president said, speaking slowly for the benefit of the Chinese translator. “Who is calling, please?”

  “How dare you, Phoenix?” Zu exclaimed—actually the translator’s voice was professionally calm and even toned, while Zu’s voice in the background was loud and shrill. In the Oval Office listening on dead extensions were Vice President Ann Page, National Security Adviser Glenbrook, Secretary of State Kevich, Secretary of Defense Hayes, and Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff General Timothy Spellings, all who had been summoned to the Oval Office after the message was received that Zu wanted to speak directly with the president. The president and his advisers had just been briefed on the confrontation over the South China Sea. “Your B-1 bombers swarmed and threatened a patrol aircraft belonging to China! I demand an explanation!”

  “First of all, General Zu, you will address me as ‘President Phoenix’ or ‘Mister President,’ ” Phoenix said. “Second, why am I talking to you? I should be speaking with Acting President Gao or Defense Minister Cao, not the chief of the general staff.”

  “First of all, Phoenix, I will address you any way I please,” Zu shouted. “Second, under martial law I speak for the Chinese government. The government and the Politburo have subordinated themselves to me during this emergency—an emergency that your bombers have taken to the brink of general war! Now explain yourself! Why are my patrol planes being harassed like this?”

  “Because your patrol plane intercepted, overflew with menace at supersonic speed and low altitude, and then proceeded to perform mock missile attacks on a solo, unarmed naval support vessel,” Phoenix replied. “The crew of the USS Laramie requested help, and the Excalibur reconnaissance aircraft were the closest available.”

  “You refer to the B-1 bombers!”

  “The bombers are refurbished surplus B-1 bombers, configured by a private contractor for long-range reconnaissance,” Phoenix responded, not revealing by agreement with the national security staff that the XB-1 Excaliburs were armed with air-to-air missiles. “They are used for long-range reconnaissance in support of small groups of surface vessels.”

  “But they locked onto our patrol plane and fighters with antiaircraft radar, disrupted radio communications, and shut down our navigation radars . . .”

  “You mean, your fire control radars, the radars used to direct guns, bombs, and missiles—it appeared as if your patrol planes and fighters were getting ready to attack,” Phoenix said. “General, I thought both sides were going to stay away from each other’s ships and shorelines. Why was that patrol plane harassing our support ship?”

  “We agreed that we would stay two hundred nautical miles from each other’s shores, including the disputed islands in the South Sea,” Zu replied. “Your warship was well within that distance. You violated the agreement!”

  “We agreed to keep warships away,” Phoenix said. “The Laramie was not a warship, but a naval support vessel, carrying nothing but food, cargo, and fuel—not even ammunition,” the president said. “It was unarmed, by itself, and heading away from the Paracel Islands. It was no threat to China in the least.”

  “So that is the way you wish to have it, is it?” Zu responded. “You are quick to make agreements, then parse your words and stretch reality when it suits you.”

  “General Zu, we have made repeated requests for a formal meeting between President Gao and myself to draft a formal agreement on the status of military forces in and around the South China Sea,” Phoenix said. “We’ve heard nothing from you. In the meantime you have deployed millions of ground troops throughout your country, attacked civilians, and used nuclear weapons on foreign navies. Now we’re seeing more long-range bombers being readied, your aircraft carriers deployed outside your largest port cities along with two Russian carrier battle groups, and we’ve detected Chinese submarines heading east. The situation is getting grave, General. The last thing the United States wants is war, but all we see in China is preparation for war.”

  “And China sees more and more bombers and fighters deployed to Guam and Saipan, more nuclear ballistic missile submarines launched, and warships that were laid up being made ready to sail,” Zu said. “It is the United States that is looking for war, Phoenix!”

  “All that preparation was in response to your nuclear depth charge attack and your antiship cruise missile attack,” Phoenix said. “General, I don’t want war, but I will respond to mobilization for war. Now I strongly sugges
t that you turn those submarines around and stand those H-6 bombers down.”

  “I am not going to take orders, suggestions, or anything else from you, Phoenix,” Zu said. Zu’s voice in the background sounded as if he was going to explode. “Those bombers you have on Guam are aimed right for our ports and cities, and China will not tolerate their presence. Remove them at once! When China sees some evidence that the United States is searching for peace, China will reciprocate. Otherwise we will take all necessary steps to protect our country. Be forewarned.”

  “Do not try to threaten us, General Zu,” Phoenix said. “I want peace, but I will respond to all direct threats against my country.” But the call had already been terminated.

  PEOPLE’S LIBERATION ARMY HEADQUARTERS, BEIJING

  THAT SAME TIME

  Zu slammed the “hot line” receiver back onto its cradle. “Bastards!” he shouted. “I want to blow that island into the next decade! I want to make Guam glow like a lightbulb!”

  “It appears as if the Americans are going to push back,” Zu’s deputy, General Sun Ji, said. He looked quizzically at his superior officer. “Sir? Why did you . . . ?”

  “I need time to implement Zhen’s plan,” Zu said, thinking furiously.

  “What plan?”

  “He has a plan to attack the island of Guam,” Zu said. Sun did not disguise his skeptical expression. “The bastard even said he has hacked into the municipal utilities and can disrupt power and telephone on the air force base.”

  “I would not believe a word he says, sir.”

  “But all his plans have worked so far,” Zu pointed out, “and so far no one has retaliated against us.”

  “Except by not trading with us, General!” Sun said. “Exports are down twenty percent, and imports are down fifteen percent. There are already fuel shortages, and the unrest in the country is spreading. No one needs to militarily retaliate against us, sir—it is happening in the marketplace!”

  “I am not concerned about that, Sun,” Zu said. “When people tire of paying higher prices for goods, they will come back.” Sun didn’t believe that, but he did not show his disagreement. “But something has to be done about the American arms buildup on Guam.”

  “You are not thinking about another nuclear attack on Guam, are you, sir?” Sun asked. “After the Russian attack on the United States, I do not feel they will sit back and allow another attack without massive retaliation.”

  Zu thought for a moment, then he said, “Get Gao in here.”

  Gao Xudong appeared in Zu’s office in less than an hour. “What now, General?”

  “I want you to negotiate a complete demilitarization of the South Sea with the Americans,” Zu said. Sun was shocked but did not change his expression. “Our ships stay within our territorial waters. No armed aircraft overflying the South Sea. This will be between America and China, but we will invite other nations to participate. We will later discuss coordinating exploitation of the natural resources of the South Sea so as to avoid confrontation.”

  Gao was openly skeptical. “Why the sudden change of heart, General?” he asked.

  “You told me yourself: China is reeling from the lack of trade and domestic unrest,” Zu said. “We cannot stay in martial law indefinitely. We must do something. The Americans say they do not want war—let us see if they are honest. You work out the details.”

  Gao’s expression turned from skepticism to hope. “I will open a dialogue right away, General,” he said. “I think the Americans will be happy to cooperate, and they will certainly encourage other nations to as well.” He exited Zu’s office smiling and fairly bouncing from anticipation.

  Sun looked at his superior officer in confusion. “Sir? What is the plan here? You wish to demilitarize the South Sea? How is that even possible?”

  “I have no idea, Sun,” Zu said. “I just need time to implement Zhen’s plan to attack Guam.”

  “Have you studied this plan yet, sir?”

  Zu turned to his computer and opened a classified documents folder. “There it is,” he said. “I knew he would have his plan to me instantly. I want you to study it and give me your thoughts.”

  TWELVE

  FIRST EXPEDITIONARY BOMB WING, ANDERSEN AIR FORCE BASE, GUAM

  A FEW HOURS LATER

  Patrick McLanahan climbed down the boarding ladder of his XB-1 Excalibur bomber into the warm, tropical air, instantly feeling sweat pop out underneath his international orange flight suit. His copilot, Colonel Warner “Cutlass” Cuthbert, was waiting for him on the ramp. “What a flight, Patrick!” he exclaimed when Patrick joined him a few moments later. He handed Patrick a bottle of cold water. “And we got to see JN-15s and JN-20s up close! Amazing!”

  “It was excellent, Cutlass,” Patrick said, gladly accepting the bottle of water and almost downing it all in one swig. “The machines did great.”

  Tom Hoffman joined them a few moments later, his XB-1 parked in the shelter right next to Patrick’s. “Now I see where you get this reputation of yours, General,” he said. “Where did that high-speed pass come from? We didn’t brief that.”

  “With a freakin’ JN-20 on your tail, I had to do something,” Patrick said. “I improvised.”

  “Well, it impressed the hell out of me, General,” Hoffman said. “I’d hate for you to be shot down by a JN-20, but thank you for stepping in.”

  “You’re welcome. And I see you’ve been brushing up on your Chinese swear words.”

  “I wasn’t going to do that on an open frequency, General, but when they started moving in like that, it pissed me off,” Hoffman said. “It reminded me of the EP-3 incident again.” In 2001, a U.S. Navy EP-3 electronic intelligence aircraft had been patrolling near Hainan Island, China, when it was intercepted by two People’s Liberation Army Air Force J-8 fighters. One fighter collided with the EP-3 during a high-speed pass, causing the fighter to break into pieces and causing damage to the EP-3’s radome and one propeller. The EP-3 managed to safely land on Hainan Island. The crew was detained for ten days then released. The EP-3 was dismantled, examined by Chinese intelligence experts, and then the pieces shipped back to the United States.

  Patrick, Cutlass, Hoffman, and his copilot, the veteran Air Force pilot Ed Gleason, performed a postflight inspection of their XB-1 Excalibur bombers. On the First Expeditionary Bomb Wing’s parking ramp, underneath large Kevlar fabric tent shelters, were eight XB-1 Excaliburs. Two were being readied for patrols over the South China Sea; and two were being readied for patrols over the Strait of Malacca, a thin vital waterway in Malaysia between the South China Sea and the Andaman Sea where most sea traffic between the Pacific and Indian Oceans traversed. Two shelters were empty because those XB-1s had already taken off for South China Sea patrols. Farther down the line were the active-duty bombers of the Continuous Bomber Presence, nestled in revetments instead of tents, and the KC-10 Extender, KC-46A Provider, and KC-135 Stratotanker aerial refueling tanker aircraft, and on the other side of the ramp were four F-15C Eagle and two F-22 Raptor fighters, who like the bombers rotated to Guam from stateside units.

  After their walkaround postflights, the flight crews met with their maintenance teams and crew chiefs in a debriefing tent and went over every system in the aircraft, discussing malfunctions and any unusual indications or activity. It took over an hour, but it was a vital part of every mission, just as important as the flying itself. After making sure the data dumps and systems and cockpit recordings were safely retrieved, the crews headed to the DFAC, or dining facility, to sit and talk about the mission.

  “I’ll tell you, General, I’m very impressed with your XB-1s,” Cuthbert said over yet another bottle of ice-cold water. “I was a little skeptical, even after the test flights. But the old gals look like they’re doing well. I’ll be interested to see if the data dumps discover any problems, because I thought I saw some twitchiness in the exhaust gas temperatures on our number three engine, and the left main landing gear seemed to take a long time to report down-and-lock
ed, but otherwise those bad girls look good.”

  “Thanks, Cutlass,” Patrick said. He checked his handwritten notes on his kneeboard tablet computer. “I think I wrote something about the number three EGT and the landing gear too. The left main seemed pretty noisy during retraction too, a lot of grinding noises—too many for my taste.” He checked messages on his tablet. “There is a list of things being reported by my guys back at Battle Mountain they want us to check—the maintenance crews should have this list already. I’ll make sure after we get done. The number thirteen plane should be ready to deploy in a couple days.”

  “I’ve got their tents set up already,” Cutlass said.

  “Pretty darn nice shelters and quarters, Cutlass,” Gleason remarked. “When I heard we’d be staying in tents, I wasn’t so excited to come out here, but those definitely ain’t my daddy’s tents.”

  “Bulletproof Kevlar, air-conditioned, solar-powered, and high-speed Internet access in every one,” Cutlass said. “Some of the crews out here prefer them to our standard brick-and-mortar dorms.”

  Patrick finished checking messages on his tablet. “I thought I’d be able to take a nap,” he said, “but there’s a video teleconference scheduled in twenty minutes with PACAF. Tom, Ed, can you make sure the maintainers got that list of things to check from Battle Mountain before you hit the rack?”

  “Sure, General,” Hoffman said, “but I don’t need no stinkin’ nap. Heck, I’d love to take another patrol.”

  “Same here,” Gleason said.

  “Let’s give the other guys some stick time, okay?” Patrick said with a smile. “We can’t hog all the flights.” He checked the sortie schedule to make sure he’d be available to sit in on the preflight briefing for the next XB-1 patrol launch, then he and Cutlass headed toward the First EBW command center to take the video teleconference.