He shrugged. The President called me. I got here as soon as I could.
He glanced around the room.
Ultra-modern, the place was much more than a conference room it was set up for maximum use of the space, with large screens embedded in the walls every couple of feet, and a giant projection screen on the far wall at the end of the table. Tablet computers and slim microphones rose from slots out of the conference table they could be dropped back into the table if the attendee wanted to use their own device.
Every plush leather chair at the table was occupied a few military uniforms, several business suits. Most of the people were middle-aged and overweight career government types who spent a lot of time sitting down in comfortable chairs and eating lunch. These chairs all looked like the captains chair on the command module of a spaceship crossing the galaxy. Big arms, deep leather, high backs, ergonomically correct with lumbar spine support.
The seats along the walls smaller, red linen chairs with lower backs were filled with young aides and even younger assistants, most of them slurping from Styrofoam coffee cups, tapping messages into tablets, or murmuring into telephones.
Susan sat in a leather chair at the closest end of the oblong table. She wore a blue pinstriped pantsuit. Her right leg was crossed over her left, and she leaned in close to hear what a young aide was telling her. Luke tried not to stare at her.
After a moment, she glanced up and nodded to him.
Agent Stone, she said. Thanks for coming.
Luke nodded. Madam President. Of course.
Kurt clapped his big hands, as if Luke entering was the cue he had been waiting for. The clap made a sound like a heavy book dropping to a stone floor. Order, everybody! Come to order, please.
The place went silent. Almost. A couple of military men at the conference table continued to talk with each other, heads leaned in close.
Kurt clapped his hands again.
CLAP. CLAP.
They both looked at him. He raised his hands as if to say, Are you done?
The room finally went dead quiet.
Kurt gestured to a young woman sitting in a chair to his left. Luke had seen her before, many times. She was Kurts indispensable aide, practically an extra appendage. She wore her auburn hair in a short bob cut like Susans short bob cuts like Susans were all the rage with young women these days. Magazine editors and fluff news shows hadnt exactly overlooked this fact. Critics called it the Hopkins Bob if they liked it, the Hopkins Helmet if they didnt. They all seemed to be in agreement about what to call the women who styled their hair that way, however.
Susans Army.
Luke enjoyed that one. He didnt wear a bob, but he supposed he was also in Susans Army.
Amy, lets see it, Kurt said. Israel and Lebanon, please.
On the screen, blue and yellow icons that represented explosions began to appear across southern Lebanon, reaching as far north as the southern edge of Beirut, the explosions becoming sparser the further north they went.
Hours ago, the Israeli air force began a bombing campaign, attacking the Hezbollah tunnel systems and fortifications along the Blue Line, as well as the Hezbollah-dominated neighborhoods of south Beirut. This is not a surprise, and in fact was telegraphed to us by Yonatan Sterns government last night.
On the screen, large red icons in the same shape as the earlier ones began to appear across Israel. There were maybe fifteen of them in total. A moment later, smaller red icons, tiny starbursts, began to appear in northern Israel. There were dozens of these.
Soon after Israel began its air strikes, Hezbollah started to launch missile attacks into Israel. This is not unusual, especially when there is exchange of fire between the two forces. The 2006 war followed more or less this same trajectory. But a problem has arisen. In the intervening years, Hezbollah has obtained better firepower.
A photograph of a large missile on a mobile launch pad appeared.
This is the Fateh-200 missile. It is an Iranian-built weapon system, long-range missiles with multiple warheads that pack a powerful punch. Launched from inside Lebanon, it can reach nearly anywhere in Israel, except perhaps the sparsely populated Negev Desert in the south. It has sophisticated control and guidance features that for the first time give Hezbollah precision-strike capability.
Kurt paused. From what we can gather, it now appears that Hezbollah has obtained the Fateh-200. We believe they have launched anywhere from twenty to thirty of these missiles so far, each with as many as a dozen warheads. They targeted civilian and military infrastructure in population centers across Israel, including Tel Aviv, the western edge of Jerusalem, and the center of Haifa, among others. Israels medium-range missile defense system, known as Davids Sling, knocked perhaps half to two-thirds of these from the sky. But that wasnt good enough.
Several civilian neighborhoods were hit and numerous buildings destroyed. A warhead landed within half a mile of the Knesset, the Israeli congress, while it was in session.
What are the current casualties? Haley Lawrence, the Secretary of Defense, said.
Thus far, all we have are the official figures that have been released. More than four hundred civilians killed, thousands wounded, amid widespread destruction and panic. No figures on military casualties have been released, but the Israelis have mobilized for total war, calling for duty all reservists and able-bodied veterans of previous wars. They have intensified the bombing campaign in Lebanon dramatically, probably in an attempt to destroy any more Fateh-200s before theyre launched.
Has it worked? Luke said, already knowing the answer.
Kurt shook his head. We dont know. We doubt it. As we speak, Hezbollah is still launching small, unguided missiles and rockets into northern Israel, demonstrating that their response capability still exists. We believe they are holding back the Fateh-200s for the time being, but will resume those launches on a timetable of their choosing.
Israel has publicly blamed the Iranians for providing Hezbollah with the new missiles. In all likelihood, this is an accurate assessment. Hezbollah is a cats paw for Iran. Thirty minutes ago, Israel threatened to attack Iran if another Fateh-200 or similar missile is launched into Israeli territory.
Kurt paused. Ten minutes later, Iran informed the Israelis that they will counter any Israeli attack by launching nuclear weapons. In the same statement, they indicated that any Israeli attack will be grounds for Iran to launch nuclear weapons at the American air base in Doha, Qatar, as well as the large American embassy complex in Baghdad.
The room went dead quite for several seconds. Luke, standing in a corner, watched the looks on the faces. Several people blushed, as if they were embarrassed. Others stared with wide eyes and mouths hanging slightly open.
Iran doesnt have nuclear weapons, someone said. They cant.
Kurt shook his head. Every international agreement and accord states that Iran is not a nuclear-armed state, and is forbidden from becoming one. But that doesnt mean they havent acquired nuclear weapons. Amy, give us Iran, please.
A new map appeared on the screen Iran. The map gave Luke a sinking feeling. He had been to Iran. It wasnt his favorite place in the world.
The Islamic State of Iran is a Shiite Muslim theocracy. We know that they have harbored an ambition to acquire nuclear weapons since at least the 1979 Islamic Revolution.
But if they ever tested a nuclear weapon, Susan said, we would know about it. It was the first time she had spoken since the meeting started.
But if they ever tested a nuclear weapon, Susan said, we would know about it. It was the first time she had spoken since the meeting started.
It would be nice if that were true, Kurt said. Deep underground testing facilities are proliferating everywhere in the world they are very difficult to find and map. Advanced radiation detection systems can account for, down to very small amounts, radiation released into the atmosphere. We can combine that with our ability to measure the force and direction of prevailing winds, and determine with a fair amount of accuracy where the radiation is coming from. But when I say a fair amount of accuracy, what I mean is to within several hundred miles. Given Irans proximity to Pakistan which is a known and accepted nuclear-armed state its hard to pinpoint a radiation source and say for sure its in Iran.
But those tests have seismic signatures, Susan said. Theyre practically like earthquakes.
Kurt nodded. And thats what makes Iran doubly challenging. It is one of the most seismically active places on the planet. Earthquakes are common there, and frequently devastating. The most recent disaster was in 2003, when a 6.6 magnitude earthquake killed at least twenty-three thousand people in the city of Bam. But disasters aside, seismic activity in Iran is nearly constant. We monitor it on a daily basis. Listening for an underground rumble in Iran is like listening for waves to crash at the beach. It happens all the time.
What are you saying, Kurt? Susan said. Just say it.
Iran could build and test nuclear weapons, Kurt said. And we might not find out about it.
Instantly, an idea occurred to Luke. It was just one of those things. There is a question, and your mind spits out the answer. You dont have to like the answer, but there it is in front of you.
Why dont we send in a covert infiltration team? he said. They could go in and find out if this is a bluff or not. If it isnt a bluff, they discover the location of the nukes, and call in air strikes.
Admittedly, he didnt have the entire plan worked through, but once he said it out loud, he could see the wisdom in it.
We dont have the necessary people in place for that kind of deployment, said a man in dress greens. It would take weeks or even months
General, I beg to differ, Luke said. We do have the people in place. My own organization, the Special Response Team, is ready.
CHAPTER NINE
8:15 a.m. Eastern Standard Time
The West Wing
The White House, Washington, DC
This is a disaster, Susan said. Its crazy. Im not going to allow it.
They were walking back through the West Wing to the Oval Office, three of them Susan, Kurt, and Kat Lopez. Susans and Kats shoes clacked on the marble floor. Three big Secret Service men trailed them; two walked in front.
The double doors to the Oval Office were just up ahead, a large Secret Service man on either side. Susan and the swarm of people around her were all walking so fast, it felt like she was being sucked toward the office on a conveyor belt. She felt out of control. She did not want to have this meeting. A couple of months ago, sending her best agents on a life-threatening mission wouldnt have rattled her cage all that much.
Susan, we have another problem, Kurt said.
Hit me.
The Israelis are no longer sharing casualty assessments with us, or keeping us updated on their plans. Yonatan Stern is furious. He wants to attack Iran immediately, and we have asked him to hold off from doing that. He is already pounding southern Lebanon to dust, but Hezbollah is still launching missiles. He calls these attacks, and the Iranian threat with no clear way to respond, a humiliation, and he blames us for it. He is ready to kick our ambassador out of the country. He wants to speak with you directly.
Susan shook her head. This day keeps getting better and better.
They passed through the double doors and into the Oval Office.
Do you want me to schedule a call with him? Kat said.
Susan shrugged. Sure. Ill talk to him. Kurt, can you have someone draft me my talking points? What am I supposed to tell him? Why cant everybody just be friends? Why dont you just bake those guys with the missiles a cake?
Of course, Kurt said, and peeled off into a corner of the office, already on his telephone.
Kat disappeared back out through the doorway.
Susan gazed around the Oval Office. In front of her, three tall windows, with drapes pulled back, looked out on the Rose Garden. Outside, it was a sunny day in early winter. There were several people in the room. Luke Stone sat in a high-backed chair in the sitting area. Beneath his feet was the Seal of the President of the United States. Sitting beside him was big Haley Lawrence, the Secretary of Defense, who looked like he had been gaining weight the additional bulk somehow took on the appearance of baby fat, making a man well over six feet tall seem a lot like a little boy.
There were two other men in the room, both standing. They wore dress green military uniforms men who Susan guessed were in their mid-fifties, very fit, with crew-cut hair. They could be twins Tweedledum and Tweedledee.
Madam President, Tweedledum said. He reached out a hand to her. Im General Steven Perkins with the Defense Intelligence Agency.
She nodded to him as his hand swallowed hers in a firm military grip.
General.
Tweedledee also reached out for his shake. Madam President, Im Mike Sobchak with Naval Intelligence.
Admiral.
She shook her head. Okay, men, where are we on this? Susan said. What kind of scheme have you and Agent Stone cooked up?
Kurt was back, having murmured into his phone for all of eleven seconds. Please shut the door, he said to the Secret Service men.
Its a highly classified mission, Haley Lawrence said.
Susan shrugged and made a spinning gesture with her hand. I figured as much. So give it to me.
We send a small team to Israel on a State Department plane, Kurt said. Weve already sent three State Department planes since yesterday, so to anyone watching it might seem like more of the same crisis diplomats flying in to try to defuse the situation.
Im sure no one suspects that were going to send spies in, Susan said.
When the team arrives, it will be briefed by Israeli intelligence on possible locations of Iranian nuclear sites. The team will coordinate with the Israelis to design an infiltration, and then drop into Iran under cover of darkness. The team then makes their way, by whatever means available, to the most likely sites, and either confirms or discredits the existence of nuclear weapons at those sites. If weapons are found, they call in air strikes on those coordinates, which destroy the weapons in their silos.
Air strikes by whom? Susan said. Americans or Israelis?
Americans, Tweedledum said. By definition, those strikes will have to be powerful bunker busters dropped from high altitude. Most likely, MOABs dropped from B-52 bombers, and thats if we can even take out the bunkers with conventional weapons, which is not guaranteed. We dont believe the Israelis have those capabilities.
We dont believe? Susan said. Dont we know?
Were dealing with Israel here, Tweedledee said. They might have them, they might not. Theyre not always forthcoming with information like that. In any event, if the Israelis bomb Iranian missile silos, theres always the chance it will start World War Three. The Russians are close allies with Iran. Meanwhile, the Sunni countries hate the Iranian Shiites. But only until the Israelis bomb them. Then theyre all fellow Muslims and Israeli aggression must be avenged. If we do the bombing