Debt of Honor - Tom Clancy [409]
"Lead, this is Three, South Guy is down," he heard next.
And now, the Colonel thought, using a particularly cruel Air Force euphemism, it was time to kill some baby seals. The four Lightnings were between the Japanese coast and eight F-15J Eagle interceptors. To seaward of them, the F-15C Strike Eagles would be turning back in, lighting off their own radars and loosing their own AMRAAMs. Some would make kills, and the Japanese fighters that survived them would run for home, right into his flight of F-22's.
The ground control radars couldn't see the aerial combat taking place. It was too far out and below the radar horizon. They did see one aircraft racing for their coast, one of theirs by the transponder code. Then it stopped cold in the air, and the transponder went off. In the air-defense headquarters, data downloaded from the three dead AEW aircraft gave no clues, except for one fact—the war their country had started was now very real and had taken an unexpected turn.
43—Dancing to the Tune
"I know you're not Russians," Koga said, sitting in the back of the car with Chavez while Clark did the driving.
"Why would you think that?" John asked innocently.
"Because Yamata thinks that I have been in contact with Americans. You two are the only gaijin with whom I have spoken since this madness began. What is going on here?" the politician demanded.
"Sir, what is going on right now is that we rescued you from people who wanted you dead."
"Yamata would not be so foolish as that," Koga retorted, not yet recovered from the shock of seeing violence uncontained by the borders of a TV cabinet.
"He has started a war, Koga-san. What is your death against that?" the man in the driver's seat inquired delicately.
"So you are Americans," he persisted.
Oh, what the hell, Clark thought. "Yes, sir, we are."
"Spies?"
"Intelligence officers," Chavez preferred. "The man who was in the room with you—"
"The one you killed, you mean? Kaneda?"
"Yes, sir. He murdered an American citizen, a girl named Kimberly Norton, and I am actually rather happy that I took him down."
"Who was she?"
"She was Goto's mistress," Clark explained. "And when she became a political threat to your new Prime Minister, Raizo Yamata decided to have her eliminated. We came to your country just to get her home. That was all," Clark went on, telling what was partially a lie.
"None of this is necessary," Koga said discordantly. "If your Congress had just given me a chance to—"
"Sir, maybe that's right. I don't know if it is or not, but maybe it is," Chavez, said. "That doesn't much matter now, does it?"
"Tell me, then, what does matter?"
"Ending this goddamned thing before too many people get hurt," Clark suggested. "I've fought in wars and they are not fun. Lots of young kids get to die before they have the chance to get married and have kids of their own, and that's bad, okay?" Clark paused before going on. "It's bad for my country, and for damned sure it's going to be worse for yours."
"Yamata thinks—"
"Yamata is a businessman," Chavez said. "Sir, you'd better understand this. He doesn't know what he's started."
"Yes, you Americans are very good at killing. I saw that myself fifteen minutes ago."
"In that case, Mr. Koga, you also saw that we left one man alive."
Clark's angry reply stopped conversation cold for several seconds. Koga was slow to realize that it was true. The one outside the door had been alive when they'd walked over his body, moaning and shuddering as though from electric shocks, but definitely alive.
"Why didn't you…?"
"There was no reason to kill him," Chavez said. "I'm not going to apologize for that Kaneda bastard. He had it coming, and when I came into the room, he was reaching for a weapon, and that's tough cookies, sir. But this isn't a movie. We don't kill people for amusement, and we came in to rescue you because somebody has to end this goddamned war—okay?"
"Even then—even then, what your Congress did…how can my country survive economically—"
"Will it be better for anybody if the war goes on?" Clark