Invasion: New York (Invasion America) (42 page)

“Mr. President,” Max said. “I suggest another nuclear strike.”

David slowly looked up.

Anna shuddered. She hated the hopelessness she saw on his face. Then she saw something else appear. It began in the President’s eyes. The hollowness remained. He was very tired. But something other than despair shined out of him. It began as a light. She couldn’t think of any other way to express it. The light shined from his eyes. That melted the hopelessness. Then it etched lines in his face so he became like a grinning skull, one vitally alive with unholy power.

The President made a dry sound like one of the undead laughing. His lips peeled back, and like the Homeland Security Director a moment ago, he curled the fingers of his right hand into a fist. He slammed that fist against the table. He hit the surface hard.

Anna wondered if he’d broken bones. She had watched a nature show once that showed a polar bear sneaking up on a seal. The huge beast had used infinite patience. As it reached the nearest piece of ice to the seal, the bear rose up to charge. As the polar bear first charged, however, one of its hind paws slipped. That gave the seal just enough of a margin to slither to its ice hole and dive away into safety. The polar bear went berserk, and it hammered its forepaws against the ice in rage. Then the bear charged the cameramen and they shot the beast in self-defense. The interesting moment came later. The nature people discovered that every bone in the bear’s right forepaw had been broken by smashing it against the ice.

Would David now break bones in his fist? He’d hit the table hard enough.

“I have it!” the President exclaimed.

“Sir?” Max asked.

“The ICBMs failed,” the President said. “Now it’s time to see if the
THOR missiles
can achieve a miracle.”

Max and Norton exchanged glances. The general shrugged.

“THOR missiles?” Max asked the President. “Ah, are you sure they’re…ah…?”

“Get General Alan on the line,” the President said. “It’s time to put those experimental weapons to the test.”

LEXINGTON, KENTUCKY

Colonel Foxx of the Experimental C and C Station of the X-THOR missiles sat at his terminal. He used a touch screen. Along with others of the team, he hurriedly designed an attack sequence against the approaching GD armada.

They had communications problems to overcome. Several of the THOR bundles or satellites presently orbited on the other side of the world. They could use a submarine, several of them, actually, as relay stations to send the attack commands. Hmm…yes. That could work, especially if they launched several high-flying drones to extend line-of-sight reach.

Others in the control room worked on the timing of the various attacks. They figured out the angle of the attacks and the distance of the THOR package at the instant of release so they would all come in at once while converging from different areas over the Earth.

Colonel Foxx believed in his missiles and he and his team worked feverishly. It just might work, but to coordinate the THORs in a mass attack on so short a notice—

He sat up, swiveled around and picked up a secure phone. In seconds, he spoke to General Alan in Syracuse, New York.

WASHINGTON, DC

Anna watched as the President had a phone against his ear. They were still in the underground bunker.

David spoke with General Alan. “I see,” the President said. “Yes, thank you. I’ll let you know my decision about— Yes, I understand the need for haste. Give me five minutes, General, and I’ll let you know for certain.”

The President set down the phone and faced those assembled. “General Alan says it will be a close-run attack. The THORs won’t be ready to strike en mass until the enemy armada is a mere one hundred miles from the coast.”

“Sir,” Norton said. “If these THOR missiles work, or work even half as good as we expect, we should hit the enemy fleet with all the air we can summon. We must be ready to exploit any victory we achieve by swarming the enemy with cruise missiles.”

“Yes, yes,” the President said, nodding. “That’s wise advice. Make it happen, General.”

Norton picked up a phone.

“I have a question, sir,” Max said.

The President nodded.

“Won’t the enemy lasers be able to destroy the THOR platforms?” Max asked.

“Yes, possibly,” the President said. “But we must try.”

“I totally agree, sir,” Max said. “But to give the THORs a greater chance of getting through, I suggest you give the GD more targets to shoot at. Preferably, give the GD decoys, plenty of them to fire at first.”

“What decoys?” the President asked. “I’m not aware we have space-based decoys.”

“I’m referring to more ICBMs,” Max said. “Launch another assault.”

“Just a minute,” Norton said into the phone. He lowered it and covered the speaker with his hand. Then he told Max, “The Germans will shoot down the ICBMs during boost phase. That won’t help the THORs, but it will cost us many nuclear missiles.”

“I’m talking about keeping the GD Strategic Defense occupied,” Max said. “If they can beam the missiles during boost phase…” The director grinned mirthlessly. “Launch one ICBM at a time. That will confuse them as to what we’re doing, and it should keep them watching the wrong place.”

“That’s crafty,” the President said. “Yes, I like it. We’ll use deception on them as they’ve been using it on us.” He scanned those around the table. “Are there any other suggestions?”

He’s getting his confidence back
, Anna realized.
He’s putting his faith in the THOR missiles. I hope for all our sakes they work
.

“Very well,” the President said. He picked up the phone. “General Alan…”

GDN
BISMARCK

Warrant Officer Gunther Weise stood outside the air tower. Every time he raised his right hand to take the cigarette, it shook the slightest bit. The nicotine in the cigarette wasn’t soothing him as it usually did.

He didn’t see as many ships now. They sailed farther apart, but they would converge soon as they hit the enemy coast. Before, that had seemed like an adventure. Now, he was worried about what the Americans would try next. Clearly, they would do whatever they could to try to stop the amphibious invasion.

The big ship moved through a rougher sea. Dark clouds gathered in the east. Would it rain? He hoped it would rain. Yet he wanted to see the sun shine.

Gunther inhaled cigarette smoke into his lungs, and he shuddered. The Americans had launched ICBMs at the fleet. He couldn’t believe—

The bottom door in the air control tower opened. The same officer as before stuck out his bald head. “Warrant Officer Weise! You’d better hurry in here. The Americans are launching more ICBMs.”

The cigarette dropped out of Gunther’s mouth. His stomach twisted.
They’re doing it again? No. That isn’t right. We already survived one nuclear attack. They can’t do it again
.

Then he broke into a sprint. The great danger wasn’t over yet.

NEW YORK STATE

In the cloudy sky, Lieutenant Penner of the Canadian Air Force leveled his F-35 into position. A US fuel tanker maneuvered its winged boom toward the intake near his cockpit. He could see the boom operator through the two-inch-thick window in the tail.

Penner had more than just his wingman with him today. American Command gathered its last air assets to strike the invasion fleet heading for New Jersey. Penner and the others of this squadron carried antiship cruise missiles. They gathered because soon the remains of the Allied air forces in this region would fly out into the Atlantic Ocean.

According to intelligence, the Germans steamed this way with five supercarriers and their accompanying UAVs, not to mention far too many missile-equipped escorts.

We’re going to be badly outnumbered today
. Thinking about it, Penner gripped his controls more tightly.
I wonder how many of us will make it through to strike the enemy? I wonder how many of us will return home?

There had been talk about a coordinated strike. America had used ICBMs on the enemy, but High Command still needed the Air Force to finish the German fleet. That meant the ICBMs hadn’t worked well enough, and that troubled Penner. Just how good was the GD Fleet air?

Penner did more than fly planes; he studied them. He knew the history of air warfare. He hoped they weren’t doing what had happened to the Japanese in 1944. In the Central Pacific, the Japanese had hoped to destroy the American Pacific Fleet. To that end, they began Operation A-Go. They had hoped to lure the Americans into an air trap. On June 15 off the Marianas Islands, the Japanese airmen got their chance. Admiral Ozawa kept his carriers far from the American flattops. He then sent his air fleet at the enemy on a long distance flight. He sent 200 airplanes altogether. The American radar spotted them coming, and the US commander sent the heavy Hellcats to meet the Japanese. The Zeros, the Kates and the Vals fell prey to the Hellcats. In the end, the Americans fighters knocked out all but thirty Japanese planes. Afterward, the American airmen had dubbed the battle, “The Great Marianas Turkey Shoot.” It was a rude comment, but accurate enough.

I hope we’re not flying to an Atlantic Turkey Shoot
.

The trick would be in coordinating the various strikes. Lieutenant Penner didn’t realize it, but he was far more right than he knew.

GDN
BISMARCK

Warrant Officer Gunther Weise was seeing it on the big screen, but he could hardly believe it.

Maybe General Kaltenbrunner felt the same way. “Are you sure we’re receiving accurate information?” he asked the admiral.

“Yes, General,” the admiral said.

“Why are the Americans launching their ICBMs one at a time?” Kaltenbrunner asked.

“It is odd, isn’t it?” the admiral said.

After first checking his station controls, Gunther looked up at the big screen. Nothing would ever be the same for him now. He had survived a nuclear attack. That was amazing on several fronts. It had cleared away the cobwebs of his thoughts. Once his enlistment was up, he would leave the Navy and never reenlist. Adventures were best read in books or watched on the movie screen. Living them was much too harrowing.

Gunther watched another red dot lift from the middle of North America. It blinked, and he could almost
feel
the tremendous flames pouring from the missile, pushing it into space. Before a minute passed, a blue line reached up from Iceland or near Brest, Brittany, bounced off a space mirror and destroyed the lofting missile. Several minutes later and almost as if on cue, the Americans launched another ICBM. It didn’t make any kind of sense for them to do that. Didn’t they know how useless it was? They were throwing away their nuclear missiles.

“Surely they realize the uselessness of what they’re doing,” Kaltenbrunner said.

Gunther raised his eyebrows. He and the general thought alike. It made him wonder if he could have been the general. It didn’t seem that hard, standing there and observing the same things a warrant officer did.

The admiral tapped a finger against his goatee. “Their actions do give one pause. In fact, I’m beginning to wonder if they’re actually trying to focus our attention there. If so: why? That’s the question.”

“Look there,” Kaltenbrunner said, pointing. “Are they trying to disguise the fact of their gathering air fleet?”

The admiral studied the screen in silence. He had dark eyes, and they seemed penetrating with intelligence.

“The Americans must destroy us,” the admiral said shortly. “We know that, yes?”

“It’s obvious,” Kaltenbrunner said.

“The fleet has deployed against submarines,” the admiral said. “The Americans don’t have many left, and my understanding is that most are in the Pacific. They attempt to halt the flow of Chinese weapons and reinforcements. We’re lofting the UAVs to annihilate this paltry force of US air. The American ICBMs are more pathetic than dangerous, at least at this point. Is it possible or even reasonable that the Americans have
another
trick up their sleeve?”

“What kind of trick?” Kaltenbrunner asked.

“Yes, that is an interesting question to ask,” the admiral said. “My first supposition is they’re trying to work a submarine or two near us with nuclear torpedoes. We’re hunting for subs and have found nothing. Hmm, what do the facts tell us?”

“I’m not sure I understand your question,” Kaltenbrunner said.

“Maybe the ICBMs should give us greater pause,” the admiral said.

“How so?” asked Kaltenbrunner.

“Why would the Americans launch them one at a time? Why not launch them all at once?”

“Couldn’t they saturate our space lasers if they went all at once?” Kaltenbrunner asked. “I mean make it impossible for our lasers to destroy them all in time?”

“That seems doubtful. Boost phase is the best time to destroy enemy missiles. They almost seem to be sacrificing the missiles to us.”

“Why would they do that?” Kaltenbrunner asked.

“There is only one possibility,” the admiral said. “They’re sacrificing ICBMs in order to keep the mirrors and the strategic lasers busy.”

“That would indicate the Americans possess another space weapon,” Kaltenbrunner said.