“General, I recommend that we confront the president and her staff on this issue. I will not be a party to starting World War III. The president lacks the authority to launch any attack without the approval of Congress. And since the Congress is still on furlough that means no war. . .”
“I agree, Ray,” Gorman broke in to say as he closed the file before him. “I’ll see the president immediately.” General Gorman was addressing Lieutenant General Raymond Abbott, Commanding General of the Air Force. It was Abbott who had planned the strategy for ending the hostilities in the Middle East during the 2010 war. He was a cool thinker and absolutely committed to his job. He believed in the constitutional form of government and was determined not to allow the politicians to run the military or the military to run the government.
Known only to General Gorman and a very few select military leaders, Lt. General Raymond Abbott had uncovered a plot within the military to take over the government and remove President Hunt because of his abuse of power. He suspected the sentiment against President Alton was running even stronger since the military police were being used to help round up and detain American citizens without right of counsel or arraignment. It was all Gorman could do to keep Abbott from storming the White House and confronting Alton and her group of bootlickers.
Gorman had gotten some bad vibrations from the White House. He had argued vehemently against President Alton’s declaring martial law. Obviously there were problems in California with bandits and drug runners, but nothing that warranted the suspension of civil rights for the general public. In fact, since martial law had been declared, more troops had been engaged in transporting and detaining the so-called “terrorists” than in stopping the crime sprees. Now he had reports that local units had been authorized to arrest and detain women and children, families of the Constitutional Rights Committees, to force them out of hiding.
Eventually we’ll have a revolt, Gorman thought. Many of those people being detained are friends and relatives of soldiers. They will eventually put it all together. Then watch out! Soldiers in China might follow blindly, but not Americans. Praise God for that.
“I have scheduled a meeting with the president today,” Gorman said in response to Abbott’s comment. “I will tell her the joint chiefs are in disagreement with Israel’s actions and we recommend strongly that Israel return the confiscated oil and defuse this situation. I’ll make it clear that we will not allow Israel to use nuclear weapons—under the threat of U.S. retaliation. Are we in agreement, gentlemen?”
Unanimously, each member signaled his or her total concurrence. Most had thought Israel’s actions were meant to give them a better negotiating position for the oil their country needed. Until the Chinese actually began deploying troops in Afghanistan, they had all assumed real negotiations would start. But when Israel had taken an uncompromising position, they realized that a conflict was inevitable unless the U.S. acted quickly. President Alton seemed to be stalling. In the face of such a potential holocaust, stalling was not an option.
General Gorman spent several frustrating hours trying to get an appointment with President Alton. Each call was met with the same response from her appointment secretary, “I’m sorry, General Gorman, the president is in a special closed door meeting with the Cabinet and members of Congress. She has your message and I’m sure she will see you as soon as possible.” Gorman was furious. He had been in Washington long enough to know a stall when he saw one. But why? he wondered. Is this another case of Nero fiddling while Rome burns?
What he didn’t know, but soon would, was that President Alton had another agenda in mind; one that did not include the joint chiefs or their chairman. Her meeting was not with the Cabinet, but with just one person— Amir Razzak.
“Is everything in order?” Razzak asked Kathy Alton as they dined in the blue room.
“It is, sir,” she replied comfortably. “I will appoint you special envoy to negotiate the Israeli crisis tomorrow. Do you anticipate any difficulties from the Jews?”
“Naturally,” the dark man replied as if he were discussing the purchase of a business. “The Jews are always a problem. You will give me sealed orders authorizing the use of nuclear weapons, if necessary. But we need to allow this conflict between China and Israel to develop further. We must bring the entire world under threat. Only then will they recognize Israel as the menace that she is. The harlot must be obliterated along with the Christians.”
“They will be,” Alton promised her benefactor. “But we may have some problems with the military. General Gorman has already been to see me about the detention of so many Americans. Now he wants a meeting about confronting Israel immediately.”
Razzak’s eyes narrowed. “Nothing must stop the roundup of the Christians! Do you understand? They represent the only true threat to my power. We will begin eliminating them soon. The Jews will become the key to solidifying our power. They have made themselves hated already. We will draw upon that hate. We will destroy them also, once and for all. Nothing must stand in the way. This is the time. I will succeed.”
Kathy Alton was frightened. She had pledged her devotion to the Society as a young woman, but she had never truly understood how they could rule the world until now. “I will do as you ask, my lord,” she replied. She was the president of the most powerful nation that had ever existed, and yet she cowered before one small man.
“I am but the servant of the prince,” he said as he focused on her eyes. In them he saw what he wanted to see: fear and total devotion. “The prince of darkness will rule the world when the Christians are gone. We will defeat that pathetic band of groveling misfits who claim Jesus as Lord. The prince will be lord. This kingdom will be ours!”
19
THE DOOMSDAY WEAPON
The Israeli Knesset was designed much in the fashion of the British parliament— a governing body made up of elected members and representing a balance to the powers of the Israel prime minister, at least in theory. In function, the Knesset had become the ruling body since the two opposing parties had been united under the leadership of the Zionists. They called themselves the “Zealots.”
Under the total domination of Rabbi Moshi Amitt, the Zealots dictated government policy, rather than approve or reject it. Any public official openly opposing the Zealots, including the prime minister, was instantly subject to a no-confidence vote and recall.
It was to this group and this mentality that Prime Minister Jacob Estine was making a desperate appeal.
He stood in the speaker’s box addressing the hundred-plus group of men, the majority of whom wore the scarlet and black robes of the Zealots.
“You fools! You are leading us into a war we cannot win. Even if we were willing to use nuclear weapons on the Chinese, we could not kill them all. They have two billion people! If one hundred million survive, they will still outnumber us twenty to one. Are you willing to kill a billion human beings?”
“If it will help us to fulfill our destiny,” Moshi Amitt boasted. “But they will not attack when you tell them about the doomsday weapon.”
“You fools!” Estine shouted again at the men assembled there. “We evaluated the cobalt bomb thoroughly. It is a weapon that cannot ever be used. The device would contaminate the planet if it didn’t destroy the earth itself.”
“I am told the yield from this weapon is greater than the largest hydrogen bomb. Is that correct?” Amitt asked smugly.
Estine replied, “In theory, yes. But it may also create a chain reaction that could burn off the earth’s atmosphere. We learned the technology after the Americans gave up the project in the late 1960s. Dr. Heinz said the device was beyond the capacity of mankind to control.”
The other members of the Knesset looked at Amitt. It was clear they had not been told all the facts. “Just how powerful is this bomb, Prime Minister?” one of the members asked.
“We can only calculate its yield. The computer simulations suggest it would have a yield of one to two gigatons.”
“A gigaton is the equivalent of one billion tons of TNT. As a comparison, the largest hydrogen bomb yet constructed has a yield of approximately one hundred million tons of TNT.”
A murmur went through the room as the members considered the enormity of the weapon that Amitt proposed using.
“But that is the beauty of the weapon,” Amitt said to his peers. “It is so destructive that no one will dare oppose us while we have it.” Even as he spoke, Amitt knew he had a plan that required a “demonstration” of his doomsday weapon.
“But what if someone else also has the weapon?” Defense Minister Levi Klein shouted from his position in the back. He had come into the room unnoticed. “Or what if we force the Chinese to back down with it and others decide we have too great an advantage and develop their own? And what if the bomb does start a chain reaction that splits the earth at its core?”
“You are out of order,” Amitt shouted at the defense minister. “This meeting is open only to members of the Knesset.”
“I invited Levi to attend,” Estine said as he stood facing the group. “He has the best understanding of the military ramifications we are facing. I ask that he be allowed to continue.”
“No!” Amitt exclaimed loudly. “It is not allowed.”
The other members began their ritualistic rapping on the table, signaling their disapproval of Amitt’s actions. Overridden, he sat back down as Levi Klein approached the podium.
“Respected elders,” he began, “as you know, I have dedicated my life to the service of my country. I have fought its wars with vigor because they were righteous wars. But what we are planning now is unholy and—”
“God decides what is holy!” Amitt interrupted. He knew Klein could scuttle his well-laid plans if the Knesset listened to him. He had his instructions from the Society and they were clear. Israel would bring the world to the brink of war, then negotiate a settlement, with Amitt leading the way. When the one-world system was secure, Moshi Amitt would have one of the top positions.
In order for the independent nations of the world to accept a one-world government, the Society knew it would be necessary to threaten their very existence. However, since the threat of nuclear war had been virtually eliminated by an arms treaty between the U.S. and Russia, people had begun to sleep soundly, believing peace was secure. The cobalt bomb would create an imbalance and global panic once again, just as the hydrogen bomb had in the twentieth century. It would require a leader of enormous persuasion and power to knit the world together.
“Yes, God decides what is holy,” Klein agreed, “but you want to interpret God’s will for all of us. I wonder if the billion or so people you propose to kill feel the same way.”
“If you don’t have the stomach to defend Israel, then perhaps it is time you retired!” Amitt challenged. “We have the right to use whatever weapons are at our disposal.”
“Who gave us that right?” Klein asked grimly.
Amitt shouted back, “God gave us that right. This nation is His, and the Jews are His people.”
“Then let God defend us,” Klein pleaded, as he looked around at the other members. “But don’t unleash this demon from hell on innocent people—not for the sake of oil.”
Now on the defensive, Amitt began to sense his grip over the group slipping. “You don’t seem to understand. It is not about oil. It is about the right to lead the world. Once we have annihilated the infidels, the world will know Israel is God’s divine instrument.” Then slowly a single member of the Knesset began to clap, then another, and still others, until the majority of the Zealots were signaling their agreement with Amitt. Amitt bowed his head and raised his arms toward heaven.
Klein sat down next to Jacob Estine. He felt a hundred years old. They were defeated and he knew it. How could anyone argue with the mentality of “God told me to do it”? He had seen people beaten and stoned because they drove their cars on the Sabbath or washed their clothes and left them on the line after sundown Friday. Now he had a better understanding of the fervor of those who crucified Christ twenty centuries earlier. Anyone who opposed their legalisms would be dealt with as an infidel. For the right to rule the world these men would be willing to destroy it. God save us from men who would be god themselves, he thought.
“Allen, I just received a communique from Andrea in Jerusalem that Moshi Amitt is addressing his nation about the crisis with Japan and China. It should be coming through on the satellite momentarily.”
“Why Amitt?” Allen White, the senior news editor at WNN, asked. “Why not Estine, the prime minister?”
“I don’t know. Andrea said that Amitt is the de facto leader of the Knesset. Maybe they have assumed responsibility.”
“Switch on the viewer,”White instructed his engineer. “Interrupt the news transmission and patch in Andrea. We’ll carry this live. Who knows, maybe the Jews are going to back down.” But don’t count on it, he said to himself. The last time he was in Israel, it was a nightmare. The religious zealots in Israel are as bad as the Ayatollah was in Iran in his day. The Ayatollah said Allah told him to do it, and the Jews say Jehovah tells them to do it.
“The patch is in, chief. Andrea’s standing by.”
“Okay, feed her into the system.”
“This is Andrea Bernstein in Jerusalem. Rabbi Moshi Amitt, leader of the Israeli Knesset, is addressing the Jewish people regarding the crisis with China and Japan.” The cameramen first focused on Andrea Bernstein’s strikingly beautiful face, and then the producer did a fadeout to the camera covering the Israeli parliament hall.
The face of Moshi Amitt appeared on the screen. Behind him was the full Israeli parliament. An interpreter was translating from Hebrew to English for the WNN American audience.
“Again, I repeat. Israel does not want conflict,”Amitt announced, as he waved his arms dramatically. “We want peace. But we will not be intimidated by anyone. It is our right to use the resources God has provided, including the oil reserves now stored in our country. We will negotiate with any country for the sale of this resource, but we will not be blackmailed.
“The Republic of China has amassed an army on our border with the admitted intention of invading our land—‘to strip it clean,’ to quote President Chunghwa have both the determination and ability to defend ourselves against any enemy, even against an army of a million infidels.
“By order of the Knesset, the Israeli military is equipping our SX-14 missiles with weapons so powerful each can obliterate an area of one hundred square miles. We have no desire to use these weapons. But unless China removes its troops from any territories adjacent to Israel, we will have no alternative.
“Any movement of these forces into Israeli territory will constitute an act of war and will be dealt with accordingly.”
Even while Amitt was still speaking, Allen White was dialing his longtime friend, Colonel Bob Robbins, at the Pentagon in Washington.
“Colonel Robbins here,” the Air Force missile and ordnance expert said as he leaned forward over his desk and picked up the phone.
“Bob, this is Allen. Have you been watching the news?”
“Nope. I’ve been busy pushing paper to justify my position,” Robbins replied sarcastically, as he moved the pile of requisitions for supplies further to one side. He knew they wouldn’t be filled anyway, not with the government running on short rations.
“Bob, the head of the Israeli Knesset, Moshi Amitt, is addressing his parliament right now about the Chinese troops stationed in Afghanistan.”
“Yes, I wouldn’t want to be in Israel when a million screaming Chinese come running across the border. They’ll take the Jews like Sitting Bull took Custer.”
“Listen, Bob, Amitt says Israel has a bomb that will wipe out a hundred square miles, and that they’re willing to use it on the Chinese. Do you know anything about it?”
“My God!” Robbins shouted as he jumped to his feet and began to pace the
length of the phone cord. “It’s the cobalt bomb.”
“What exactly is the cobalt bomb?”White asked as he flicked on the tape recorder. He was struggling to keep his voice under control. He didn’t want to spook his contact.
“This is strictly off the record, right, Allen?”
“Absolutely,” White lied as he motioned to the engineer to test the incoming signal. He wasn’t about to lose this interview, even if it cost him a valuable contact and friend.
“The cobalt bomb idea was developed back when Dr. Howard Tolls headed the U.S. nuclear bomb project. You’ll remember that Tolls helped to develop the hydrogen bomb and later lobbied against deploying it because of its destructive power.”
“Yes, I remember. He was eventually removed from the project because of his political views, wasn’t he?”
Before he answered, he eased back into his chair. “Officially, yes.”
Robbins thought back to the time he had heard Tolls argue against the deployment of hydrogen bomb technology. “The president was for deploying any weapons at his disposal. Having led the Allied armies in World War II, he believed the H-bomb would force the Russians to back down. Tolls argued that the use of hydrogen bombs would pollute the world to an uninhabitable state.
“When the cobalt bomb was first proposed, Tolls spoke out against it. He argued that cobalt was the fabric of our subatomic structure and could cause a fusion reaction that would destroy the earth itself.”
“Wasn’t that the same argument used by the Manhattan team before the first atomic bomb test?”White asked.
“Yes. But remember, they had few real facts to go on at that time. Later, when some of the same scientists argued against the hydrogen bomb, it was Tolls who provided the calculations showing a sustained atmospheric reaction was theoretically possible but highly improbable. His calculations were proven correct. Tolls also calculated that a cobalt bomb would have a fifty-fifty chance of starting a spontaneous reaction in the atmosphere.”
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