"Now, on the direction of the President, the National Reconnaissance people have shifted the bulk of our observation time to the Yuduki Maru. I'd estimate that we have about forty percent coverage now."
"In other words, we can see her two hours out of five, is that it?"
"Essentially, Admiral, yes."
"Damn." Bainbridge glowered a moment more, then glanced up the table to where Mason was waiting. "Sorry, Captain," he said. "Please continue."
Shepherding one of these high-level briefings was always a challenge, Mason thought. The admirals were used to running their own shows... while the SEAL commanders had less than the usual respect for rank, privilege, or decorum. It made for some lively sessions sometimes.
"Thank you, Admiral," he said. "Okay, judging from the Yuduki Maru's transponder track and where it departs her scheduled course, we believe that the raid took place at approximately noon yesterday, Zulu plus three, about 0400 hours our time. The National Security Council has been in almost constant session since we received news yesterday morning of Yuduki Maru's possible capture.
"This morning, the President gave the authorization to begin working on ways to get that ship back. Since it's a ship and it's at sea, gentlemen, it looks like this one's going to be a SEAL op."
There was a stir around the table at his words, though obviously the news was not a complete surprise. Mason saw a smile or two among the SEAL skippers. Only Kerrigan and some of his staff officers looked displeased. Kerrigan, Mason remembered, was not a fan of special-ops forces. Well, there were plenty in the military community who agreed with him the usefulness of elite units like the SEALs and the Army Special Forces was still being hotly debated, as the ongoing Congressional hearings on SEAL funding proved but there wasn't much choice this time around. Only the SEALs could reach Yuduki Maru before she got close to a populated coast. Sure, a submarine or an air-strike from a carrier would stop that freighter in her tracks. But at what terrible cost?
"All SEAL commands will be responsible for drawing up preliminary plans for the operation. Assume a ship-boarding action, aimed at securing the ship and holding it for the arrival of a NEST team." The Nuclear Emergency Search Team was one of America's most secret units. Operating under the Department of Energy, it had the sophisticated equipment necessary for finding, handling, and safing nuclear material.
"The code name assigned to the mission will be Sun Hammer," Mason continued. "My staff will provide you with whatever you need in the way of background intel. I also want your assessments, your honest assessments, of each of your Teams' readiness and capabilities. Some of you are stretched damned thin right now. Two, most of your people are in Germany right now, aren't they?"
"Hell, Captain," Whittier replied easily, "that just means they're halfway to the Indian Ocean already."
"This isn't a competition. I know all of you want to participate, but the final decision will be based on who is best able to handle this. Let me have a preliminary work-up by 0900 tomorrow.
"Now, we have one potential wild card in the picture," Mason continued. Opening the folder again, he extracted another photograph. It was a file photo of a battered-looking vessel, rust-streaked and decrepit, tied up to a crumbling pier. Her forward well deck was so low it seemed a fair-sized wave might swamp her. The number 43 was painted on her bow beneath her high forecastle deck.
"Looks like one of our old yard oilers," Admiral Bainbridge observed.
"She is," Mason said. "She used to be the YO-247. Launched in 1956, and turned over to Iran under the old U.S. Military Air Program. I'm not sure of the year, but pre-1979 obviously. Not really a seagoing vessel at all, but the Iranians have modified her heavily. She's the Hormuz now. One hundred seventy-four feet long. Top speed nine or ten knots. Cargo capacity of about nine hundred tons."
"Modified her for what?"
"Under the Shah she was a fleet oiler. Since the Iranian Revolution, she's been laid up at Bandar Abbas most of the time, but there's evidence they've been upgrading her for long-range work. Possibly as a Milchekuh." The word, German for "milk cow," was drawn from the Germans' use of disguised ships for at-sea replenishment of their submarines in World War II.
"Which is how that Kilo could operate so far out of Iranian waters," a staff officer observed.
"Exactly," Mason agreed. "And it could be coincidence, but the Hormuz left Bandar Abbas late last month. We haven't found her yet."
"We're looking, of course," Bainbridge said, turning to the CIA man.
"Of course," Hadley replied. "Although in her case, we don't have the advantage of a transponder. But if we find the Hormuz anywhere between Socotra and Madagascar, we'll have a pretty good idea of what happened to the Shikishima. And we'll know that Iran is behind the hijacking."
"We are also concerned," Mason added, "about whether or not the Yuduki Maru could rendezvous with the Hormuz. Right now, we're probably dealing with a relatively small number of terrorists, presumably members of the freighter's crew. If she meets up with the Hormuz, though, the terrorists could be reinforced by troops. Worse, all or some of Yuduki Maru's cargo could be transferred to the ship."
"Is that likely, Captain?" Admiral Kerrigan asked. "The Japanese freighter has twice the speed of the Hormuz and is a hell of a lot more seaworthy to boot. The Iranians wouldn't be crazy enough to put the cargo in..." He let the thought trail off as he considered the possibilities.
"As you've just guessed, Admiral," Mason said with a grim smile, "we don't have the faintest idea what the Iranians are going to do. Maybe they wouldn't care if the plutonium was scattered across half the Indian Ocean. Maybe that's the whole point of this operation, to call attention to some political grievance they'll announce over the course of the next few days. Or maybe they figure we won't dare attack because any damage to the vessel would cause the very eco-disaster we're trying to prevent. The surface currents in that part of the Indian Ocean all run east to west, toward the East African coast, then down the Mozambique Channel. Huge areas of the coast, from Mogadishu to Cape Town, could be contaminated if the Yuduki Maru sank or caught fire.
"As you SEAL Team COs work up your operations drafts, keep in mind that we may have to deal with both the Yuduki Maru and the Hormuz, as well as the possible presence of an Iranian Kilo.
"But and I can't stress this enough we still don't have any hard proof that the Iranians are behind this incident. That's strictly a worst-case scenario. Shikishima could have been blown up by a bomb somehow planted on board in Japan. The absence of both Hormuz and Enghelab-i Eslami from Bandar Abbas could be coincidence. If the Iranians are not involved, we're probably looking at a strictly terrorist act, probably by something like the old Japanese Red Army."
"They've been out of the picture for a good many years now," Hadley pointed out.
"One of their leaders formally renounced the use of force in 1981," Mason said. "But they maintained a headquarters in a PFLP camp outside of Beirut throughout the eighties. They could have decided to become active again. Or we could be dealing with another Japanese terrorist organization, an offshoot, or some group we haven't heard of yet."
"Lovely thought," one of Bainbridge's staff officers muttered.
"My people will provide all of you with everything we know about the JRA and other terrorist groups that could be involved. And of course, if we have any communication with the hijackers demands, threats, whatever we'll set up an intel conduit to keep all pertinent material flowing your way."
"So," Eight's Captain Harrison said thoughtfully. "We're basing out of Diego Garcia, I suppose."
Diego Garcia was the tiny coral atoll, some one thousand miles south of the southern tip of India, which was the United States Navy's sole outpost in the vastness of the Indian Ocean.