“He’ll get more than that,” Curtis said. He turned to his communications officer beside him. “Get the President on the line, priority two.” Priority codes issued from the Pentagon were in numbers of non-nuclear threats and colors for nuclear ones; “one” was the highest conventional code, associated with major military or terrorist actions against the continental United States, its bases or territories. “Two” was reserved for major attacks against American overseas bases, embassies, deployed vessels, or nonembassy citizens; and so on. Priority “red” was reserved for an all-out nuclear attack on the United States and was never used in simulations or exercises. /
Curtis then turned back to Cesare with a hint of a smile. This was Curtis’ game now. “Have a nice day, Mr. Cesare. Sergeant Jefferson will show you upstairs.” Curtis motioned to the door with his head, and the guard motioned to the door and escorted Cesare out.
The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff turned his attention back to the big screens and computer monitors before him, but the information Cesare had parted with lingered. The surveillance operation in the Philippines blows up right when there’s a major congressional push to pull out. What the hell else could go wrong?
When Cesare was safely gone, Curtis double-checked to be sure the intercom was shut off in the gallery — the ranking person in the command center could restrict all information dissemination, no matter what the other person’s security clearance — and said, “Continue, Captain Rodgers. Casualty and damage report, start with
“Current casualty report: forty-seven dead, two hundred injured.” A ripple of anger and dismay spread throughout the room. Curtis felt sick.
A chart of the area was put up immediately on one of the large computer monitors when a foreign city or nation was mentioned, so Curtis and his staff could get a look at the area in question. Curtis found his mouth going dry, his pulse quickening.
“Aegis cruiser
“Action approved,” Curtis said. Dammit, the
“Yes, sir. USS
Two fighters? Jesus, four aviators. How many more were going to be lost? “Goddammit, Captain, give us the casualties all at once. Are there any more?”
“No, sir. American casualties only on
“Thank you,” Curtis said, taking a deep breath. “Hold on that last action by
“Not at this time, sir,” Rodgers replied.
“How can he rearm his fighters if they can’t use
“His fighters received permission to land in Indonesia along with the medical helicopters,” Rodgers replied. “Admiral Walheim has organized land-based rearming for the fighters by transferring stores from
Pretty fast thinking, Curtis thought — Walheim, another youngster commanding his first carrier battle group, was already devising ways to continue the fight even without a carrier deck. An X marked the spot on the chart where the fighters went down — about three to four hundred miles from Manado.
Admiral Cunningham asked, “How many fighters are stranded off
“Six F-14 Tomcats, two KA-6 tankers, one E-2C Hawk- eye,” Rodgers replied. “Weapons include total of four Phoenix missiles, fifteen Sparrow missiles, ten Sidewinder missiles, and full ammunition loads.”