Executive orders - Tom Clancy [489]
What the hell's going on?
You know, there is something to be said for these things. Alex took a few puffs. I can tell you what they're going to say up at Detrick, sure as hell.
Go on.
Two separate index cases, Dave, a thousand miles apart in distance, and eight hours apart in time. No connection of any kind. No commonalties at all. Think it through, Pierre Alexandre said, taking another worried puff.
Not enough data to support it, James objected.
I hope I'm wrong. They're going to be scrambling down in Atlanta. Good people down there. The best. But they don't look at this sort of the thing the way I do. I wore that green suit a long time. Well-another puff-we're going to see what the best possible supportive care can do. We're better than anyplace in Africa. So's Chicago. So are all the other places that are going to phone in, I suppose.
Others? As fine a physician as he was, James still wasn't getting it.
The first attempt at biological warfare was undertaken by Alexander the Great. He launched bodies of plague victims into a besieged city with catapults. I don't know if it worked or not. He took the city anyway, slaughtered all the citizens, and moved on.
He got it now, Alex could see. The dean was as pale as the new patient inside.
JEFF? RAMAN WAS in the local command post going over the coming schedule for POTUS. He had a mission to complete now, and it was time to start doing some planning. Andrea walked over to him. We have a trip to Pittsburgh on Friday. You want to hop up there with the advance team? There are a couple local problems that have cropped up at the hotel.
Okay. When do I leave? Agent Raman asked.
Flight leaves in ninety minutes. She handed him a ticket. You get back tomorrow night.
How much the better, Raman thought, if he might even survive. Were he to structure all the security at one of these events, that might actually be possible. The idea of martyrdom didn't turn his head all that much, but if survival were possible, then he would opt for that.
Fair enough, the assassin replied. He didn't have to worry about packing. The agents on the Detail always had a bag in the car.
IT TOOK THREE satellite passes before NRO was willing to make its estimate of the situation. All six of the UIR heavy divisions which had participated in the war game were now in a full-maintenance stand-down. Some might say that such a thing was normal. A unit went into a heavy-maintenance cycle after a major training exercise, but six divisions-three heavy corps-at once was a bit much. The data was immediately forwarded to the Saudi and Kuwaiti governments. In the meantime, the Pentagon called the White House.
Yes, Mr. Secretary, Ryan said.
The SNIE isn't ready yet for the UIR, but we have received well, some disturbing information. I'll let Admiral Jackson present it.
The President listened, and didn't need much in the way of analysis, though he wished the Special National Intelligence Estimates were on his desk to give him a better feel for the UIR's political intentions. Recommendations? he asked, when Robby was done.
I think it's a good time to get the boats at Diego moving. It never hurts to exercise them. We can move them to within two steaming days of the Gulf without anybody noticing. Next, I recommend that we issue warning orders to XVIII Airborne Corps. That's the 82nd, 101st, and 24th Mechanized.
Will it make noise? Jack asked.
No, sir. It's treated as a practice alert. We do those all the time. All it really does is to get staff officers thinking.
Make it so. Keep it quiet.
This would be a good time to do a joint training exercise with friendly nations in the region, J-3 suggested.
I'll see about that. Anything else?
No, Mr. President, Bretano replied. We'll keep you informed.
BY NOON, THE fax count at CDC Atlanta was over thirty, from ten different states. These were forwarded to Fort Detrick, Maryland, home of the United States Army Medical Research Institute of Infectious Diseases-USAMRIID-the military counterpart to the Centers for Disease Control