The sum of all fears - Tom Clancy [456]
"Who's the best guy to evaluate the explosion?"
"Wait." The Senior Duty Officer passed that along to the Science and Technology man. "He says Dr Lowell at Lawrence-Livermore."
"Get him moving. The nearest air base is probably Travis. Get him something fast." Ryan hung that line up and turned to the senior Hot Line officer.
"There's a VC-10 just took off from Mexico City inbound for Andrews. I have two officers and two - two other people aboard. I need to establish a comm link to the aircraft. Get someone to set that up, please."
"Can't do it here, sir, but you can in the conference room on the other side."
Ryan stood. "Come with me!" he said to the Secret Service agents.
It could hardly have been more bitter, Qati thought, but a moment later he realized that this wasn't true. He had faced death for a year now, and death by any cause was still death. Had he escaped - but he had not escaped.
"Okay, let's talk."
"I do not understand," Qati said in Arabic.
"I have a little trouble with that accent," Clark replied, feeling very clever. "I learned the language from a Saudi. Please speak slowly."
Qati allowed himself to be shaken momentarily by the use of his native tongue. He decided to reply in English to show his own cleverness. "I will never tell you a thing."
"Sure you will."
Qati knew that he had to resist as long as he could. It would be worth the price.
CHAPTER 43
The Revenge of Moedred
Dubinin had little choice in the matter. As soon as he was certain that the American torpedo was dead, he ran up his satellite antenna and broadcast his report. The American Orion dropped active sonobuoys all around him but did not attack, confirming his impression that he had committed a crime little different from murder. As soon as the signal was receipted, he turned about and headed for the direction of the explosion. A seaman could do nothing else.
PRESIDENT FOWLER:
I REGRET TO INFORM YOU THAT A SOVIET SUBMARINE, AFTER BEING ATTACKED, COUNTERATTACKED AN AMERICAN SUBMARINE, POSSIBLY DAMAGING IT. IT WOULD APPEAR THAT THIS HAPPENED SHORTLY BEFORE I BROADCAST MY DISENGAGEMENT ORDER. I OFFER NO EXCUSE FOR THIS MISTAKE. THE INCIDENT WILL BE INVESTIGATED, AND IF THE FACTS WARRANT, THE CAPTAIN OF OUR SUBMARINE WILL BE PUNISHED SEVERELY.
"Well?"
"Mr President, I think we acknowledge, thank the man, and let this one slide, sir," Jack replied.
"I agree. Thank you." The line went dead again.
"That was my boat!" Rosselli snarled.
"Yeah," Ryan said. "Sorry to hear it. I've spent time aboard subs, with Bart Mancuso, as a matter of fact. Know him?"
"He's the squadron commander out at Bangor."
Ryan turned. "Oh? I didn't know. I'm sorry, Captain, but what else can we do?"
"I know," Rosselli said quietly. "With luck, maybe they can get the crew off "
Jackson was nearly out of fuel and ready to turn back. Theodore Roosevelt had an Alpha Strike spotted and ready to take off when the new orders came in. The battlegroup immediately increased speed to open the distance between the American and Russian formations. It didn't seem to Jackson like running away. The Hawkeye called a warning that the Russian ships had turned west - perhaps into the wind to launch aircraft. But though four fighters were aloft, they orbited the battlegroup, which continued west. Their search radars were up, but their missile radars went down. That, he knew, was a hopeful sign.
And so, Robby told himself, so ends my second war, if that's what it was He brought his Tomcat around, with Sanchez on his wing. Four more F-14s would orbit here, just to keep an eye on things for the next few hours.
Jackson trapped just in time to see a rescue helicopter landing forward. By the time he dismounted the aircraft, three people were in the ship's hospital. He headed down to see who they were and what had been going on. A few minutes later, he knew that he wouldn't be painting any more victory flags on his aircraft. Not for something like