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Charlie, our ace in the hole has a hole in his head.
Dew rubbed his face with both hands, then picked up the handset again. The explosion caused by the Strike Eagles bomb run would be huge, probably even register on seismographs. Covering up such a thing would require spin, obfuscation and lies. And for something like that, there was no one in the world better than Murray Longworth.
YOU DROPPED A BOMB ON ME
The Situation Room buzzed with conversation. Images of the Marinesco gate lit up most of the flat-panel monitors.
To Murray there was something inherently defeating about that image. Via satellite, drone and surveillance planes, they had watched Ogdens men attack the gate in South Bloomingville. They had watched it catch fire, watched it burn and crumble, and yet here was a second gate that looked almost exactly the same.
Other monitors showed digital maps of Michigan; a green circle in the Upper Peninsula marking the gate, F-15 icons marking the position of Ogdens Strike Eagles. Those planes were just edging over Lake Michiganthey had already covered half the distance from South Bloomingville to Marinesco.
One large monitor showed nothing but a countdown: fifteen minutes, twenty-three seconds and counting. When that hit zero, the Strike Eagles would drop their payloads . . . unless the president called off the attack.
Gutierrez had given up on trying to look presidential. Small beads of sweat dotted his forehead. Despite appearances, though, he hadnt given in to the stress. He asked intelligent questions, he demanded intelligent answers and he had the Joint Chiefs jumping at his commands.
Goddamit, gentlemen, Gutierrez said. You can not tell me we have no other forces that can reach Marinesco and attack that gate in the next fifteen minutes.
Thats exactly what were telling you, said General Hamilton Barnes. As Chairman of the Joint Chiefs, delivery of most military-related bad news fell to him, although Monty Cooper, the marines top man, wasnt afraid to enter into the conversation uninvited.
Mister President, sir, Cooper said. We are in the middle of fighting two wars and a police action on foreign soil. Even if our troops were not badly depleted because of that, there is no way we could put a company-size element into play in Michigans Upper Peninsula in less than an hour. The fastest-responding unit is the Division Ready Force, from the Eighty-second Airborne. First-response elements of the DRF can be anywhere in the world in eighteen hours, anywhere in the United States in probably seven, and you have no idea how fast that is in military terms. With all due respect, sir, we cant just wave a fucking magic wand and make troops appear.
Barnes turned toward Cooper, obviously to lay down a fast rebuke.
Save it, General Barnes, Gutierrez said. It takes more than a little language to offend me. But dont do it a second time, General Cooper.
Sir, Cooper said.
Gutierrezs eyes flicked up to the clock. Murray looked as well. Thirteen minutes, fifty-four seconds.
How long until Company X reaches the gate? Gutierrez asked.
Their Ospreys just took off from South Bloomingville, Barnes said. A little under two hours until they can attack. The Apaches are over an hour away.
Gutierrez gave the table one quick, frustrated fist-pound.
I dont understand, Vanessa said. How can a colonel have the authority to launch a bombing attack like this? Doesnt he need to clear it with at least the Joint Chiefs?
General Barnes answered. Ogden is the battlefield commander. He has the authority to use any elements at his disposal to achieve the objectives set before him. He doesnt need approval to deploy resources already under his command.
This is ridiculous, Vanessa said. He doesnt need approval for anything?
President Hutchins set it up this way for a reason, Murray said. In the time its taken us to get the information and
Chelsea Camaron, Mj Fields