The sum of all fears - Tom Clancy [422]
"What do I say now?" Andrey Il'ych asked.
A colonel entered the room. "Report from Berlin." He handed it to the Defense Minister.
"The Americans are in the eastern part of the city. The first wave of scout cars was taken under fire. Four vehicles, the officer commanding was killed in one of them. We've returned fire and gotten two American vehicles no contact as yet with our regiment." The Defense Minister looked at the other one. "Carrier Kuznetzov reports that he launched a two-plane patrol. They detected a rescue radio signal and went to investigate. Contact was then lost. They have an American carrier battlegroup four hundred kilometers away, and request instructions."
"What does that mean?"
The Defense Minister checked the times on the second dispatch. "If our planes are not back by now, they are nearly out of fuel. We must assume they were lost, cause unknown, but the close proximity of the American carrier is troubling What the hell are they doing?"
PRESIDENT FOWLER:
I AM CERTAIN THAT NO SOVIET COMMANDER WOULD ATTACK AMERICAN TROOPS WITHOUT ORDERS, AND THERE WERE NO SUCH ORDERS. WE HAVE SENT ADDITIONAL TROOPS INTO BERLIN TO INVESTIGATE, AND THEY WERE ATTACKED BY YOUR FORCES IN THE EASTERN PART OF THE CITY, WELL AWAY FROM YOUR ENCAMPMENT. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
"What the hell is he talking about? What am I doing?"
"What the hell is he doing?" Fowler growled. A light came on. It was the CIA. The President pushed the button, adding a new line to his conference call.
"That depends on who "he" is," Elliot warned.
"Yes, what is it?"
"Mr President, what we have here is simple confusion."
"Ryan! We don't want analysis, we want information. Do you have any?" Liz shouted.
"The Soviets are sortieing their ships out of the Northern Fleet ports. One missile submarine is supposed to be heading out."
"So, their land-based missiles are fully alerted?"
"Correct."
"And they're adding to their submarine missile force also?"
"Yes, Mr President."
"Do you have any good news?"
"Sir, the news is that there is no real news right now, and you're -"
"Listen, Ryan. One last time: I want information from you and nothing else. You brought me that Kadishev stuff and now you're saying it was all wrong. So, why should I believe you now?"
"Sir, when I gave it to you I told you it was not confirmed!"
"I think we may have confirmation now," Liz pointed out. "General Borstein, if they're fully on line, what exactly is the threat?"
"The fastest thing they can get to us is an ICBM. Figure one regiment of SS-18s targeted on the Washington area, and most of the others targeted on our missile fields in the Dakotas, plus the sub bases at Charleston, King's Bay, Bangor, and the rest. Warning time will be twenty-five minutes."
"And we will be targets here?" Liz asked.
"That is a reasonable assumption, Dr Elliot."
"So, they will try to use SS-18s to finish what the first weapon missed?"
"If that was their work, yes."
"General Fremont, how far out is the backup Kneecap?"
"Dr Elliot, it took off about ten minutes ago. It'll be at Hagerstown in ninety-five minutes. They have some good tail winds." CINC-SAC regretted that addition almost at once.
"So, if they are thinking about an attack, and they launch it within the next hour and a half, we're dead here?"
"Yes."
"Elizabeth, it's our job to prevent that, remember?" Fowler said quietly.
The National Security Advisor looked over at the President. Her face might have been made of glass, it looked so brittle. It wasn't supposed to be like this. She was the chief advisor to the most powerful man in the world, in a place of ultimate safety, guarded by dedicated servants, but less than thirty minutes from the time some faceless, nameless Russian made a decision, perhaps one made already, she'd be dead. Dead, a few ashes in the wind, certainly no more than that. Everything she'd worked for, all the books and classes and seminars would have ended in a blinding, annihilating flash.
"Robert, we