“It wasn’t a question, Dustin,” Ryan said. “I know they trust you, or they wouldn’t have sent you over to brief me. I’ve been in your shoes, shoved out in front, so to speak. Believe me, I understand what it’s like to stand where you’re standing. So take a deep breath and give me what you’ve got. We can go over it again when Commander Forestall arrives.”
“Of course, Mr. President,” Fullmer said. “I was…” He caught van Damm’s gaze and opened the leather folio. “As you’re aware, China and Russia recently engaged in a military exercise they called Snow Dragon. Satellite imagery shows three Chinese submarines departed pens in Wuhan and Hainan approximately five months ago. Two Shang Type 093 nuclear fast-attacks, then later a Kilo diesel-electric. The Kilo surfaced to top off batteries every twenty-four hours. They made no attempt to hide. A week later, a
Ryan nodded, showing that he was listening. None of this was exactly new information.
Van Damm made an ever so slight get-on-with-it motion with his hand.
Fullmer swallowed, taking the hint. “Satellite imaging, undersea hydrophonic arrays, and P-3cs stationed at Eielson Air Force Base near Fairbanks, Alaska, show the Shang fast-attacks transited the Bering Strait nine days ago, moving southward. The Kilo departed Anadyr at around the same time, but the
“Okay…” Ryan said.
“Right,” Fullmer said. “The point is, the
“A submarine in distress?” Ryan asked.
“A DISSUB would make sense, sir,” Fullmer said. “Both Shang fast-attacks have apparently turned around and passed through the Bering two hours ago. The Chinese Kilo appears to be following.”
“Any Russian vessels heading toward the coded signal?”
“There are some standing well off,” Fullmer said. “But none approaching. The newest Chinese icebreaker
“Interesting,” Ryan said, looking at van Damm, amused but for the gravity of the situation. Forestall was on his way. That was a good thing.
Fullmer continued. “It’s spring and the Arctic ice is thinning, but it still keeps most surface vessels away.”
“So a coded signal,” Ryan asked. “And returning submarines…”
Fullmer waited a beat. When van Damm didn’t offer anything, he said, “The subs that—”
A knock at the door from the secretaries’ suite preceded Commander Robbie Forestall’s arrival. He apologized for D.C. traffic. Breathing easier now, Fullmer brought the commander quickly up to speed.
Forestall took a stack of 8x10 color photographs from his folder and passed them across the desk to give commentary — and clarity — to Fullmer’s earlier brief.
Ryan tapped the humpbacked submarine in the photo. “Tell me what I’m looking at.”
“That’s the
“And a
“It is not,” Forestall said.
“Dustin mentioned the Chinese boomer,” Ryan said. “The
“Our last contact with her was a week ago, north of the Bering Strait.”
“So are we thinking this boomer is in distress and calling for help?”
“High probability,” Forestall said.
“I can see them sending the Shangs into an overhead environment like an ice floe, but the
“Right,” Forestall said. “But the
“Meaning they don’t need to surface and run their diesel to charge their batteries,” Ryan said.