Line of Control - Tom Clancy [139]
"Mr. Ambassador," Hood said, "we have to assume that General Rodgers and his people will prevail. When they do they'll need to get into the silo as quickly as possible. It would be prudent to give Colonel August the codes."
"Again, I cannot allow that," Simathna replied.
"It is unfortunate enough that our enemies may learn of this strategic site. But at least the safeguards are still in place."
"What safeguards?" Hood asked.
"Removing the ice block on top of the silo will trigger a timed explosive within the hatch," the ambassador told him.
"Unless the proper code is entered within sixty minutes the bomb will detonate. It will trigger a series of conventional explosions that will destroy the surface area."
"Killing the enemy but leaving the silo intact," Herbert said.
"That is correct," the ambassador told him.
"Mr. Ambassador, we are still facing a nuclear attack on Pakistan," Hood pressed.
"We understand that, which is why we must protect our silos from discovery," Simathna told him.
That remark got Herbert's attention. It got Hood's attention, too, judging from his expression. The ambassador had just revealed that there were other silos, probably in other remote areas. That was not an accident. He had wanted Op Center to know that, and to know it now.
Herbert knew it would be pointless to ask how many silos there were or where they were located. The question was whether revealing that information to New Delhi would trigger an immediate nuclear strike against the region or whether it would force India to stand down.
Probably the latter. If Indian intelligence did not already know about the silos they would not know where to strike. Perhaps that was why Simathna had mentioned it. The information would sound more authentic if it were leaked to New Delhi from a branch of U. S. intelligence.
Of course, as with everything else Simathna told them, Herbert had no way of knowing if this were true. For all they knew, there was only the one silo. And there was no way of knowing if there were even a missile inside. Perhaps it was still in the process of being built.
"Ambassador Simathna, I'm going to ask Colonel August to free up his telephone line now," Hood said.
"He'll let us know as soon as he hears from General Rodgers."
Hood looked at Herbert. Herbert nodded and told August to sign off until he had reestablished communication with Rodgers. Then Herbert punched off the telephone and sat back.
"Thank you," Simathna said.
"Please try to understand our position."
"I do," Hood insisted.
So did Herbert. He understood that Rodgers and August were risking their lives for people who weren't going to do anything to help. He had been in this business long enough to know that covert operatives were considered expendable.
They were at the front line of disposable assets.
Except when you knew them.
When they had names and faces and lives that touched yours every day.
Like Rodgers and August.
Like Striker.
The room was silent again, and still.
Except for the desperate racing of Herbert's heart.
CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT.
The Siachin Glacier Friday, 2:35 a. m.
White and red flares exploded in the skies above the clearing.
Rodgers could now see the soldiers who were firing at them. They were a handful of Indian regulars, probably out from the line of control.
The four or five men took up positions behind ice formations near the entrance.
Rodgers immediately dropped to his belly and began wriggling through the broken terrain. Friday was behind the slab at the entrance to the missile silo. He was firing at the Indians to keep them down. Rodgers watched the entrance for signs of additional troops. There were none.
The flares also enabled Rodgers to see Samouel and Nanda. The two were about thirty feet away. They were lying on their sides behind a thick chunk of ice. The barricade was roughly