It's up to Captain Michael Pacino and the U.S.S. Seawolf to find the enemy-the finest super-sub that Arab oil money could buy-and destroy it before it can deliver its lethal payload to the shores of America. He faces the ultimate battle between the most advanced weapons technology on the planet… and the sheer force of human courage.
… Take heed in your manner of speaking That the language ye use may be sound, In the list of the words of your choosing “Impossible’ may not be found …
The Hiroshima missile dived for the desert floor and armed the final detonator train of the Scorpion warhead. After a descent through the low clouds, the missile broke out into the clear over the abandoned town of Bajram-Ali, Turkmenistan.
A few hundred meters east of the town center and mosque, the missile’s high explosive detonated.
The explosion, in its first millisecond, ruptured a bag of vinyl acetate monomer mixed with a dozen other chemical components; in the next it ruptured a high-pressure bottle of ethylene gas, the chemicals mixing and reacting in the high temperatures and pressures of the fireball; finally the pressure pulse reached a bag of finely ground iron filings. The explosion scattered the filings as it spread, 1,000 meters above Bajram-Ali. The iron filings drifted to the town below.
As they did, the reacting chemicals from the missile formed a thin milky atomized liquid that rained down and wetted the buildings and streets. Ten minutes later, the milky chemicals had dried into a sticky glue. The iron filings, mixed in with the glue, were stuck to the surfaces of the
streets and roofs and walls of the decaying structures. Within 1,000 meters of the Hiroshima missile detonation, iron filings were glued to every horizontal and vertical surface.
An hour later a small army of technicians took the town apart, digging samples from the road, cutting bricks out of building walls, running metal detectors along pavement, deploying fire hoses to try to wash off the glue and its iron filings.
The glue resisted all attempts to rinse it away.
Late that evening, an urgent encrypted radio message was transmitted to the United Islamic Front of God headquarters stating that the weapon test had been a great success, promising that when the iron filings of the Scorpion test warhead were replaced by highly radioactive and poisonous plutonium, doped with cobalt-60, the target town would be so contaminated that it would have to be abandoned for 20,000 years, and that every soul within two kilometers of ground zero would die a slow, painful and ugly death of radiation poisoning, all accomplished with only a fraction of the plutonium needed to build the smallest nuclear weapon.
The message concluded that when the Scorpion warhead was employed against the target American city— Washington, D. C., at the moment — the course of the world war would be turned, and victory would soon be forthcoming.
On the other side of the world, on the fourth deck of the Pentagon the chief of naval operations, Adm. Richard Donchez, picked up the six-month-old memo he’d written to the president and read it with mixed emotions, part amusement that he had been dead right, part regret that its recommendations had been ignored. Its four dry pages of thick Pentagonese had advocated assassinating Gen. Mohammed al-Sihoud, dictator and leader of a thirty-nation coalition called the United Islamic Front of God, spanning all of North Africa, most of the Arabian peninsula, and half of Asia. At the time, Sihoud had just begun the invasion of India after already swallowing Chad and Ethiopia in a month-long blitz.
Had the memo’s decapitation assault been implemented when it was proposed, the war would never have gotten out of hand. But it had, and finally, after India had appealed to the United Nations, America and the major nations of Europe had formed the Western Coalition and declared war on Sihoud’s United Islamic Front. After endless preparations for the invasions, the war had turned into a bloody three-front meat-grinder of a ground war, as Donchez had predicted.
And now, a half-year late. President Dawson had ordered Donchez to propose the Navy’s “most innovative recommendations” to win the war quickly. Donchez had considered giving him the old assassination memo back, the central ideas still viable, but had not out of tact. Finally, Monday, the president had given his approval to take out General Sihoud. Donchez had proposed that Operation Early Retirement commence immediately, Christmas Day, but the president had balked at killing the general on a holy day.
Donchez relented, ordering the operation to commence on the day after Christmas, two minutes after midnight local time, making it late afternoon of Christmas Day eastern standard time.
