Debt of Honor - Tom Clancy [227]
"Right."
For the rest of the time, Jackson just listened, an island of calm in a sea of madness, or so it seemed.
"That's it," Oreza told him when it ended. "You want the call-in number, Admiral?"
"Not right now, no. Good job, Master Chief. Anything else to report?"
"The airplanes are still shuttling in. I counted fourteen since we talked last."
"Okay." Robby made the proper notes. "You feel like you're in any particular danger?"
"I don't see people running around with guns, Admiral. You notice they didn't say anything about American nationals on the island?"
"No, I didn't. Good point." Ouch.
"I ain't real comfortable about this, sir." Oreza gave him a quick reprise of the incident on his boat.
"I can't say that I blame you. Master Chief. Your country is working on the problem, okay?"
"You say so, Admiral. I'm shutting down for a while."
"Fair enough. Hang in there," Jackson ordered. It was a hollow directive, and both men knew it.
"Roger that. Out."
Robby sat the phone back in the cradle. "Opinions?"
"You mean aside from, 'It's all fuckin' crazy'?" a staff officer inquired.
"It may be crazy to us, but it's sure as hell logical to somebody." There was no sense in clobbering the officer for the statement, Jackson knew. It would take a bit more time before they really came to terms with the situation. "Does anybody not believe the information we have now?" He looked around. Seven officers were present, and people weren't selected for duty in the NMCC for their stupidity.
"It may be crazy, sir, but everything keeps coming down the same way. Every post we've tried to link with is off the air. They're all supposed to have duty officers, but nobody's answering the phone. Satellite links are down. We have four Air Force bases and an Army post off the air. It's real, sir." The staffer redeemed herself with the follow-up.
"Anything from State? Any of the spook shops?"
"Nothing," a colonel from J-2 replied. "I can give you a satellite pass over the Marianas in about an hour. I've already told NRO and I-TAC about the tasking and the priority."
"KH-11?"
"Yes, sir, and all the cameras are up. Weather is clear. We'll get good overheads," the intelligence officer assured him.
"No storm in the area yesterday?"
"Negative," another officer said. "Ain't no reason for phone service to be out. They have Trans-Pac cable and satellite uplinks. I called the contractor that operates the dishes. They had no warning at all. They've been sending their own signals to their people, requesting information, no reply."
Jackson nodded. He'd waited this long only to get the confirmation he needed to take the next step.
"Okay, let's get a warning signal drafted, distribution to all the CINCs. Alert SecDef and the Chiefs. I'm calling the President now."
"Dr. Ryan, NMCC on the STU with CRITIC traffic. Admiral Robert Jackson again." The use of "CRITIC" caused heads to turn as Ryan lifted the secure phone.
"Robby, this is Jack. What's happening?" Everyone in the communications room saw the National Security Advisor turn pale. "Robby, are you serious?" He looked at the communications watch officer. "Where are we now?"
"Approaching Goose Bay, Labrador, sir. About three hours out."
"Get Special Agent d'Agustino up here, would you, please?" Ryan took his hand off the phone. "Robby, I need hard copy…okay…he's still asleep, I think. Give me thirty minutes to get organized here. Call me if you need me."
Jack got out of his chair and made his way to the lav just aft of the flight deck. He managed to avoid looking in the mirror when he washed his hands. The Secret Service agent was waiting for him when he emerged.
"Not much sleep for you, eh?"
"Is the Boss up yet?"
"Sir, he left orders not to do that until we were an hour out. I just checked with the pilot and—"
"Kick him loose, Daga, right now. Then get Secretaries Hanson and Fiedler up. Arnie, too."
"What's the matter, sir?"
"You'll be in there to hear it." Ryan took the roll of fax paper off the secure machine and started