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Right now they’re still working only at clearing two sides. We won’t know how big until they start on a third side.”
    “How many hours a day are they working?”
    “Around the clock. As you can see from the images they have 40 bull dozers clearing the ground. We count 60 more in transit to the site. Whatever it is, they want it big, and they want it in a hurry.”
    “Shit,” Billingsly said. “This is serious.” He repeatedly clenched and unclenched his teeth.
    “That’s what I thought. But why have they taken a sudden interest in drastically expanding this HAARP technology? They’ve had this facility operating for the last decade without expanding it. Why now?”
    “ Why doesn’t matter,” Billingsly replied, trying to cover what he had done. “The fact is this represents a clear danger to us. Something has to be done to stop them. We can’t allow this facility to be completed.”
    “Yeah, well, that’s out of my department. All I can do is monitor what’s happening.”
    “I want daily updates on this site: images, analysis, how much support is being activated – everything . Got it?”
    “You got it.”
    As Schneider was leaving, Billingsly pressed his intercom button. “Get me a face-to-face with SecDef, ASAP.”
    Billingsly paced back and forth in his office. “How in the hell did this happen. It was out in the middle of nowhere. This isn’t supposed to be happening.” How in hell am I going to explain this to the Secretary of Defense? The intercom beeped.
    “Ten minutes, his office.”
    He pressed the button. “Thanks, Judy.” Ten minutes. It took almost that long to walk there inside the Pentagon.
    * * *
    “Where is this, exactly?” the Secretary of Defense asked.
    “Northern edge of Manchuria, on a large plateau in the Greater Khingan Range.”
    “Do we know why the Chinese are building this new facility?”
    I think I know exactly why, Billingsly thought. But I can’t tell him. “No current intel on that at this point, Sir, but we’re looking into it.”
    “Estimated capability?”
    “No idea yet, but it looks like it may be on a par with our new facility, and you know what that is capable of doing.” He doesn’t appear to suspect anything. That’s a plus.
    “Hmm…” the Secretary of Defense replied. “Let me know as soon as you get a verified size of the facility.”
    “Yes, Sir,” Billingsly replied. “We can’t allow them to complete this facility, Sir.”
    “ Can’t allow is an ambitious term, Admiral. What do you have in mind? Something short of declaring war on China, I hope.”
    “There just has to be a way, Sir.”
    “Any fault lines near the place?”
    “No Sir. I already checked that out. The plateau is solid rock. Honestly, Sir, they couldn’t have picked a better spot for it.”
    “Could the Russians be of any help to us with this?”
    “Doubtful, Sir, first of all the Russians don’t even have any roads in the area. It’s pretty isolated. Secondly, with the political climate, the Russians would be more likely to help the Chinese rather than us.”
    “Had to ask,” the Secretary of Defense replied.
    “We could use the weather to at least slow them down, Sir.”
    “If they are this aware of the technology, wouldn’t that likely piss ‘em off?”
    It probably would, Billingsly thought, but at this point, what have I got to lose? “Don’t know, Sir, but it could buy us some important time to respond to this threat.”
    The Secretary of Defense drummed his fingers on his desk. “Use your own judgment, Admiral, but keep me updated on any changes.”
    “Yes, Sir.” So far, so good. Billingsly thought.
    When he returned to his office he composed an order for the new facility in Alaska, now known as the Active Aural Antenna Array, or A4. The standard working procedure was to have the computer encrypt the message and send it by FAX. Once received, the A4 facility would decrypt and implement the order, then shred and burn the order along with