The two officers reached up and spun the numbers on the combination locks, which clicked open almost simultaneously. Whitman reached inside the box and pulled out a sealed folder with a bright red cover, and the two firing keys. He passed one key to Fredericks, and put the other one on the console in front of his own chair.
Whitman unsealed the folder and laid it flat. Fredericks then passed him the hard copy of the Emergency Action Message, and the two officers carefully, letter by letter, compared the teletype message with the Top Secret code in the folder. If there was any discrepancy at all between the two, they were ordered to disregard the message and consider it invalid.
Whitman leaned back. ‘The Emergency Action Message is verified,’ he said, and there was no mistaking the slight tremor in his voice. They’d gone through this routine before, countless times in exercises and endless practise scenarios, but this was the first time, ever, they’d done it for real.
‘I concur, sir,’ Fredericks said.
‘OK, we go to Alert Thirty, by the book. Strap in.’
Both officers moved to their red chairs, sat down and tightened the seatbelts which held them firmly in place.
‘Insert keys,’ Whitman ordered. ‘On my mark, turn to the ready position. Three, two, one, rotate.’
Both keys turned smoothly in their locks, and the two men ran through the well-practised sequence of actions that gradually increased the readiness state of the missiles under their control.
‘What now, Major?’ Fredericks asked, leaning back in his chair and staring across at his superior officer.
‘Now we wait,’ Whitman said, ‘and hope to Christ somebody out there sees sense before we turn those keys again and start World War Three.’
Pyongyang, North Korea
‘Are you certain the Americans now believe we have the capability to strike them at will?’
For a few moments Kim Yong-Su didn’t reply, choosing his words with care. ‘I cannot guarantee that,’ he said, ‘but the operation devised by Pak Je-San went precisely as planned. Faced with unequivocal evidence of the missile launch, and the equally obvious detonation of the weapon, there must be only one logical conclusion they can draw.’
‘And what of “Golden Dawn”?’
Kim shrugged his shoulders. ‘It was always inevitable that the Americans or the Japanese, and certainly the South Koreans, would become aware of our recent troop movements. I was never totally sure we would be able to allay any suspicions that “Silver Spring” was more than just an exercise. As you know, for “Golden Dawn” to work at all, it was essential we moved our ground forces into the correct positions. There was always the possibility that surveillance satellites would detect our new aircraft, and after the missile firing they’ll now be quite certain we have something planned. But we are still not absolutely committed. If you wish it, we can stop “Golden Dawn” even at this stage, and just let the exercise run its course.’
The ‘Dear Leader’ – the North Korean media had recently stopped using that title, but Kim could think of him in no other terms – shook his head. ‘No,’ he said firmly, ‘we will continue as planned. When will you issue the final order?’
‘Today,’ Kim replied, ‘the moment I leave here, if that is still your wish.’
For a few moments the man said nothing, then nodded slowly. ‘We will proceed as planned,’ he said, and stood up, his diminutive five-feet-three-inch stature barely augmented by the three-inch platform heels he habitually wore. He then picked out a phrase he liked from one of the many British and American war films in his personal video collection.
‘Make it so.’
HMS Illustrious, Yellow Sea
The view along the flight deck was just as Richter remembered it. Beyond Cobra One, the black-painted ‘runway’ stretched out in front of his Harrier, the ski-jump at the end appearing disconcertingly vertical. Richter’s aircraft was callsign Cobra Two. The other Harrier was being flown by a senior squadron pilot.
He’d received a full briefing on the GR9 earlier that morning, but it was essentially the same aircraft that he’d flown previously, the principal differences being the enhanced Pegasus Mark 107, which delivers an extra three thousand pounds of thrust, and the notable absence of the excellent Blue Vixen pulse Doppler radar. Richter thoroughly approved of the more powerful engine but, like every 800 Squadron pilot he’d talked to since he’d arrived on board, he thought the decision to remove the radar was simply crass stupidity. It had all the hallmarks of a political decision made by some elected idiot who wouldn’t recognize a Harrier if he woke up inside one.
Richter glanced to his right. The telebrief lead had been removed a couple of minutes earlier, and all they were waiting for now was the green light from Flyco. The ship was swinging steadily to port and picking up speed, turning into the wind to achieve the proper flying course for the Harrier launch.
He felt more than saw the ship’s turn slow, and then stop, and he switched his attention to the Flight Deck Officer, who was dividing his time between the two aircraft and the flight deck lights. As Richter watched, they changed from amber to green, and the FDO immediately acknowledged it.
Thirty seconds later, Cobra One accelerated rapidly along the deck, and lifted apparently effortlessly into the air over the ski jump. The moment the first Harrier had cleared the end of the runway, the marshaller directed Richter forward. He lined up his GR9 on the centreline, set the jet efflux nozzles to the correct angle, and waited expectantly.
Moments later, the FDO signalled him to launch, and he pushed the throttle fully forward, the noise of the Pegasus rising to a scream as the jet surged forward. He mounted the ski jump, the landing gear compressing below him as the Harrier instantly changed direction, and moments later he was airborne, the GR9 climbing rapidly away from the ship. Richter began easing the nozzles back into the fully aft position for normal flight, raised the gear and flaps, then pressed his transmit button.
‘Homer, Cobra Two is airborne, heading zero six five, and passing four thousand in the climb.’
‘Cobra Two, roger. Maintain heading and continue climb to Flight Level three two zero. Cobra One is left eleven o’clock, similar heading and passing seven thousand. Break, break. Cobra One and Two, go tactical.’
‘Homer, roger. Break. Cobra Two from Cobra Leader, stud five, go.’
Richter clicked his transmit button in acknowledgement and changed frequency. The Homer position is normally manned by an air traffic controller, and is responsible for the launch and, more important, the recovery of fixed- and rotary-wing aircraft to the ship. But the patrol and combat phases of a flight are invariably conducted under the supervision of a fighter controller.
‘Cobra Two.’
‘Roger, Cobra One. Cobras, checking in.’
‘Roger, Cobras. No trade for you at present,’ the AEW Sea King bagman replied. ‘Call level at three two zero and maintain heading. Pigeons Mother two four zero at twenty.’
Office of the Associate Deputy Director of the Central Intelligence Agency, Langley, Virginia
‘Hi, Richard. You’ve got more pictures?’ Walter Hicks asked. Muldoon nodded. ‘They’re not a hell of a lot different from the previous imagery, and show pretty much the same stuff, troop and vehicle movements and so on. But N-PIC has done a more detailed analysis of the military activity as a whole, and I don’t much like what they’ve found.’
He spread several large black-and-white pictures across the conference table. Each had been printed on a sheet of photographic paper that was much larger than the image, so the pictures could be more conveniently surrounded by numerous printed labels and lines pointing out features. All were stamped ‘Top Secret/NOFORN’ at both the top and bottom.
‘I think we’re all agreed now that the “Silver Spring” exercise is just a cover. North Korea’s definitely gearing up for war. Apart from the troop movements, there’s a lot of activity at some of their missile bases, and the only good news is that N-PIC has identified all the wea
pons on the pads as No-dong medium-range missiles. In other words, no Taep’o-dongs.’ He took a pen from his pocket and pointed to one of the images. ‘Look at the missile site preps. Getting Sangwon, Yangdok and Chihari up to speed makes sense – those are the closest bases to the Demilitarized Zone – but at these sites we’re not seeing missiles actually on the pads, just increased numbers of personnel, trucks and so on. What particularly bothers me is the activity on the east coast of the peninsula, at No-dong, Hochon, Mayang and Ok’pyong.’
‘You might be reading too much into that, Richard. Those bases are within easy missile range of Seoul. If the North Koreans are planning an invasion, they might guess we’d take out their most southerly bases, and they’re warming up these others as reinforcements.’
‘I might agree with you, Walter, except for these pictures.’ Muldoon sorted through the images on the table and selected two of them. ‘This one is the launch pad at Mayang, and this is Ok’pyong. Notice anything odd about them?’
Hicks leant forward and pored over the images for a few seconds.
‘Here,’ Muldoon said, and proffered a three-inch magnifying glass.
‘Thanks.’ A couple of minutes later Hicks sat back in his chair. ‘Nothing strikes me as significant there. In each frame I see a missile beside the launch tower but that’s about it.’
Muldoon nodded. ‘N-PIC has confirmed that they’re both No-dong
liquid-fuelled weapons. They’re a tried and tested design with a range of about twelve hundred miles. What N-PIC is concerned about isn’t the missile itself but the trucks parked near the pads in both pictures.’
‘What? The five-tonners?’
‘That’s what they look like, but according to N-PIC those aren’t standard trucks. Their sides are solid, probably steel, not canvas, which is unusual. They also have metal rear doors, which again is non-standard. And in one of the pictures the satellite got an oblique view of the interior of one of them, from which evidence N-PIC thinks there’s a large metallic object inside it.’
‘Which means what?’
‘The analysts can’t be certain, but there’s a strong possibility that these trucks have been built specially to transport nuclear weapons, and their unusual metal structure actually serves as a kind of lead-lined box devised to hold them safely. The design isn’t unlike those we ourselves have used in the past. And this picture’ – Muldoon selected another one – ‘shows what looks remarkably like a warhead being installed in the No-dong on the pad at Mayang.’
Hicks peered back at the images. ‘So if the guys at N-PIC are right, the North Koreans may have shipped a couple of their nukes from wherever they store them to Mayang and Ok’pyong. What about the other sites?’
‘N-PIC’s looking into that right now. The analysts are running back-checks to see if they can trace the routes those trucks took to get to the missile bases. That might confirm, or at least indicate, their likely cargoes. But assuming our deduction is right, the question really is why would they be preparing nuclear-tipped missiles at two of their east coast bases?’
‘What’s the payload of the No-dong? Can it carry a nuke?’
‘If you’d asked me that question a week ago, I’d have said “no”. But, since the Taep’o-dong launch from Ok’pyong, my best guess is “maybe”. The payload’s about one thousand kilograms, well over two thousand pounds. All our analysis to date suggests that if the DPRK has managed to fabricate any nuclear devices, they’ll be fairly small, around a ten- to twenty-kiloton yield, which is exactly what we saw in the Pacific. And if a Taep’o-dong can carry one, it would probably also be within the No-dong’s delivery capabilities.’
‘And another aspect to this,’ Hicks interrupted, ‘is the size of the North Korean nuclear arsenal. How many weapons do they possess? What’s the latest estimate?’
Muldoon shook his head. ‘It depends who you’re speaking to. Until yesterday, guesses could vary from none to about six. Today, some people are talking maybe a dozen or more. But if these pictures mean what we think, that suggests they’ve got available a minimum of two nukes. Which brings me to the location of those weapons. Why the east coast? They can’t target US reinforcement shipping or the Enterprise group because, without surveillance aircraft or satellites, they have no way of knowing where they are. Unless the Chinese are telling them, which is pretty unlikely in the current political climate. But, in any case, medium-range missiles like the No-dong aren’t much use against mobile targets, because they’re just not accurate enough. Interceptor-launched air-to-surface missiles are a much better solution.
‘That implies their targets are more likely to be static – downtown Seoul, for example – but the No-dong is really the wrong weapon for launching an attack on any part of South Korea, because it’s got too long a range. And we’ve positioned Patriot batteries all the way along the southern edge of the Demilitarized Zone and around Seoul so their chances of prosecuting a successful attack aren’t that good. I’m wondering therefore if they’ve got another target in mind.’
‘You mean Japan?’ Hicks looked up sharply. ‘You think they’d launch a first strike at Japan?’
‘I don’t know. They might not need to,’ Muldoon replied. ‘The threat would probably be enough. Just suppose that is in fact Pyongyang’s plan. Once they’ve got all their assets in position, they simply phone up Seoul, Tokyo and the White House and say they’re going to cross the DMZ and occupy the entire peninsula. They’ve got the troops and armour to do it, easily. And add the scenario that if they meet any resistance from South Korean forces they’ll nuke Japan. And, if we try to interfere, they’ll do the same to the US west coast.’
‘Jesus. Nuclear blackmail with a twist. So these missiles are aimed at Japan, but the real target’s South Korea and the US of A.’
‘Exactly. And knowing the reputation of that slant-eyed little bastard in Pyongyang, I’ve no doubt at all that he’d push the button if he had to, because he’d have nothing left to lose. Don’t forget that Oplan 5027 includes plans to take control of the entire peninsula if North Korea does launch any kind of an invasion attempt. If he makes the threat and then loses the battle, he knows as well as we do that North Korea will cease to exist within a matter of weeks.’
Muldoon gathered up the photographs and replaced them in the red ‘Top Secret’ folder on the table.
‘So what do we do about it?’ Hicks asked, obviously a rhetorical question. ‘This is a hell of a case to build on just a couple of satellite images that could easily be interpreted more than one way.’
‘I don’t know, Walter. I don’t know if the N-PIC analysts are right and, if they are, I don’t know what we should do about it. But whatever response is appropriate, the Agency certainly won’t be involved. This must now be a purely military matter, so I’d suggest going back to the Joint Chiefs through the DNI and passing the buck to them.’
HMS Illustrious, Yellow Sea
The Admiralty’s intention in sending Illustrious into the Yellow Sea had been to try to intimidate the North Koreans into not doing anything stupid, like crossing the DMZ, though just how successful one small carrier and a handful of aircraft would be was obviously a matter of opinion. Richter personally didn’t think a nation possessing about the fourth-largest military machine in the world would take much notice, but nobody was ever going to ask his opinion.
His CAP sortie had been entirely uneventful, ninety minutes spent cruising at high level in bright sunshine, and had served really only to reacquaint him with the Harrier. But throughout the sortie he had remained supremely aware that, for the second time in his life, having been involved in the Falklands War as a Harrier pilot on board the Invin cible, he was flying a fully-armed jet fighter in a potentially, if not actually, hostile environment.
Back on board, he changed and showered, had a meal in the Wardroom, and then went to bed. He was back in the flying programme in less than six hours, so was determined to snatch what sleep he could, when he could.
Py
ongyang, North Korea
Kim Yong-Su sat in front of the computer monitor in his office and checked the operational readiness database.
Thirty minutes after he’d been given the order to execute ‘Golden Dawn’, he’d instructed all the units under his control to report their readiness, and he’d received confirmation from the last airfield, Haeju, just a few minutes before. As far as he knew, everything was now fully prepared for the operation but, as a precaution against incompetence or over-enthusiasm, or even treachery, at a lower level, he’d carefully recorded the name and rank of each officer who’d reported his unit ready in the database, together with the date-time group when that report was made. He’d also tape-recorded each telephone call, and placed every signal in his office safe. If heads rolled after this, Kim Yong-Su was determined that his wouldn’t be among them.
He checked the listings yet again, making absolutely sure he’d missed nothing and that the North Korean war machine was in all respects ready for immediate combat, then he picked up the red telephone on the corner of his desk. Of all the instruments in his office, that was the one least used. It connected directly to the private office of the ‘Dear Leader’ himself.
Kim had no need to dial a number or press a button. Within five seconds a familiar voice spoke in his ear. ‘Yes, Comrade Kim?’
‘We are ready,’ he said simply.
Chapter Seventeen
Sunday
Oval Office, White House, 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, DC
It was the first time Richard Muldoon had ever been inside the White House. Walter Hicks, on the other hand, was very familiar with the security and routine. His meeting with the DNI had been brief, and his discussion with the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff even briefer. Inside two hours, he and Muldoon had been sitting in the back of an unmarked Agency car heading for Pennsylvania Avenue.
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