Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
"Boss, you've gotta get in here!" Tommy Dinardo was yelling from the computer room.
The strident alarm meant that the computer on board one of the two satellites orbiting the earth over the western sector of the Black Sea had spotted a match.
"It's Redwood Two!" Dinardo was saying. "Check this out." Dinardo handed Kent a black-and-white photo that had been printed from the real-time feed from the satellite. "Computer's saying we've got a match."
Kent took the photo and compared it to one of the satellite photos taken of Alexander Popovich while she was in Sochi. The image of the ship at Sochi looked identical to the image of the ship plowing through the Black Sea.
"We've got a match!" Kent said. "Tommy, get the Pentagon on the line. Prepare to broadcast coordinates to the Honolulu."
"You've got it, boss!"
The White House Situation Room
Emergency meeting of the National Security Council
Mack pondered the words of his secretary of state, spoken just moments ago.
"Mr. President. The decision is in your hands."
The secretary was right. The decision was in his hands, and his hands only. If the Russians discovered that an American submarine attacked a civilian Russian freighter in the Black Sea, nuclear war could follow – especially on the heels of the two MiGs being shot down.
On the other hand, the plutonium on that ship could wind up in a nuclear bomb in Washington, or New York, or San Diego, or any other major American city.
This was a no-win situation. War now, or nuclear holocaust later, one or the other guaranteed.
He thought of his father, Colonel Manchester Elliot Williams, the man he had respected most in life. What would the colonel do?
The colonel would quote his favorite line from Douglas MacArthur. "In war there is no substitute for victory, that if you lose, the nation will be destroyed."
With all eyes boring on him, Mack silently prayed for wisdom. The more he prayed, the more MacArthur's words kept ringing in his ears.
If you lose, the nation will be destroyed.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am reminded at this moment of the words of President Harry Truman, who said the buck stops here, and I also am reminded of the words of President Teddy Roosevelt, our youngest president, who spoke so eloquently of The Man in the Arena.
"Today, I feel like that man in the arena. It is a lonely feeling which carries awesome responsibility. But as President Truman said, the buck stops here.
"Our predicament is no easy one. Either way, we face the consequences of war and destruction. If we scrap Operation Undercover, as the secretary of state has suggested, millions could die from the weapons-grade plutonium that is now on the high seas and that is destined for the hands of terrorists.
"If we sink the Alexander Popovich and we are discovered, we face a dicey situation with Russia. As the secretary of state has pointed out, this is an explosive predicament that could lead to war.
"Some would call this a no-win situation.
"A number of years ago, I received some wise counsel by a Chris tian pastor who was a dear personal friend. It was a tough time in my life, and my friend was there for me every day.
"I don't remember everything that he told me during those dark days, but one thing that I'll never forget is this: He told me that our mantra for the day, for each and every day that we are given on this earth is to do the right thing.
"Do the right thing." His eyes swept the room. "And so I apply that mantra to the situation at hand. The first right thing to do is to expose the truth. So we will go to the UN Security Council with our radar tapes in hand, and we will expose the truth about what happened over the skies of Georgia. I will not allow Russian threats, based upon lies about this incident, to govern the course of my conduct as president.
"And then, there is a verse from the book of Proverbs that comes to mind. It goes something like this. 'You are a poor specimen if you cannot stand up to adversity.'
"This nation faces great adversity at this hour, even though most Americans outside the upper levels of Congress and the executive branch don't realize it. But I can tell you this. We will stand up to it. We will stand up to adversity and we will defeat it.
"The secretary of state shall have our ambassador to the United Nations challenge the Russians vigorously at the Security Council. The secretary of defense will provide the State Department with all radar tapes, and with all technical support necessary for presentations not only before the United Nations, but for purposes of immediate release to the press as well.
"Any questions so far?" Mack looked at the secretary of defense.
"Understood clearly, Mr. President. Secretary Mauney and his staff have our full cooperation."
"Good." Mack looked at his secretary of state. "Secretary Mauney, I've considered your recommendations on how to handle this matter before the UN and I value your input."
"Thank you, sir."
"Here's what we are going to do. First, I agree that seeking reciprocal sanctions against the Russians is not necessary."
Mack saw a relieved look on Robert Mauney's face.
"As far as the missing pilot goes, " the president continued, "I think we should return him."
Mauney exhaled.
"But not yet."
Mauney raised his eyebrow.
"The problem with an immediate release of that pilot is twofold. First, if we release that pilot, we appear to authenticate to the rest of the world the Russians' version that we shot into their territory."
"Good point, Mr. President, " the secretary of state conceded.
"Secondly, Russians flew warplanes over Georgia. There must be some consequences. If we simply turn the pilot over, what deters them from doing it again?"
"Agreed, Mr. President, " the secretary of defense chimed in.
Secretary Mauney grimaced.
"Therefore, Secretary Mauney, I want you to open talks with the Russians on the release of that pilot, but as a condition, there must be some acknowledgment on their part that our pilots did not fire into their territory and that their pilots were over Georgian territory."
"They won't like it, sir."
"I don't care if they like it or not. Put some face-saving language in there if you want, but that's the way it's going to be."
"Yes, sir, " the secretary of state said.
"Now, Secretary Lopez."
"Yes, Mr. President."
"I have three directives I want to underscore. First, all activities in Turkey and Georgia will continue as previously directed, until otherwise ordered by me."
"Yes, sir."
"Second, I want you to organize a press conference at the Pentagon this afternoon to get the facts out about what happened in that dogfight over Georgia."
"Will do, sir."
"Finally, there is to be no change – repeat no change – in the operational orders for Operation Undercover. We've come this far. We've gotten our sub into the Black Sea. We're going to find that freighter, sink her, and keep that plutonium out of the hands of terrorists. We're going to do this because it's the right thing to do."
Mack surveyed the room. Stone silence and electric tension dominated the atmosphere.
"Any questions?"
There were none.
"Very well, let's all get to work. This meeting is adjourned."
CHAPTER 17
The USS Honolulu
The Black Sea
Commander Pete Miranda walked around the control room, sipping black coffee and checking his watch. Now they were in a waiting game.
But submariners were good at that. Just waiting.
All the training, all the drills, all the practices, the repetitions, the checklists, etc. It all came down to this.
Running silent, running deep.
Waiting.
"What's our position, Chief of the Boat?"
"Forty-five degrees north latitude; thirty degrees, thirty minutes east longitude. Depth one-five-zero. Hovering at ground zero, Skipper."