CARRIER 10: ARSENAL By: Keith Douglass

strike from the south.

The mainland, he decided finally. That had been their intent all

along, and the first hint of attack against their landmass would no

doubt send the Americans sputtering and sniveling to the United

States.

That alone would tie up their forces for days, while Cuba negotiated a

massive aid package in exchange for an apology from the United States

for their uninvited incursion into a foreign nation. The fact that

Cuba had retaliated all out of proportion to the alleged violation

would be ignored, as it always was. In terms of politics, the

Americans were the perennial patsies.

The crew in the command center was still alert and coherent, although

some of them appeared shaken by the man-made earthquakes they’d

experienced in the last five minutes. He thought he could count on

them he would have to count on them, at least until relief crews could

be brought in, the rearming process could be started, and his country

could begin working back toward full military power.

In the meantime, only one thing mattered getting off that one shot at

the U.S. mainland that would show them just how capable Cuba was, and

how serious it was about its sovereignty.

He gathered the technicians around him, soothed them with words about

their courage and the greatness of the act they were undertaking, and

sent them back to their stations recharged and energized. As their

missiles would be shortly.

0637 Local (+5 GMT) Tomcat 202

Tombstone, get the hell out of the area,” Batman snarled over

tactical.

“No argument, just do it. Now!” Puzzled, Tombstone flipped the Tomcat

into a tight turn, slinging it around like David lining up against

Goliath. It was an article of faith among aviators that when the air

traffic controller insisted on immediate obedience, you obeyed first,

questioned later. That the man directing his tactical disposition was

another admiral made little difference to Tombstone.

Surely Batman had good reasons for it, although it frustrated the hell

out of him to be taken off his mission once again.

What was it about this island? Would he ever get a damned look at the

BDA?

“Roger, coming right to one-eight-zero now, angels ten and

ascending.”

Tombstone waited for a moment, then asked, “What now?”

“The UAVs,” Batman said. “I need you well away from the ground

site.”

“Why not send me in?” Tombstone asked. “I’ve got five-hundred-pound

bombs on the wings, and I think I still remember the basics of strike

warfare. We can be in and out before” “No time,” Batman said.

‘Tombstone, the Cubans are getting ready to launch. I don’t want you

anywhere near that area when the first missile heads out toward the

United States. Your electronic emissions, the fire control radars that

are lit off buddy, get your ass out of there. Buster. I’m going in

with everything I’ve got in one last try to blast those burrowing moles

out of the ground. I don’t want you anywhere near the fireball.”

Tombstone switched his microphone back to the ICS.

“You listening?” he asked Tomboy.

“I am. And there’s something missing from this equation,” she said

thoughtfully. “Surely the UAVs don’t carry tactical nuclear

warheads?”

“I don’t think so,” Tombstone said, although suddenly he wasn’t nearly

as certain as he’d have liked to be. “Deploying tactical nuclear

weapons in my theater of operations even that would be going too far.

Sure, they might put UAVs on the Arsenal ship without my knowledge, but

to get us involved in a nuclear conflict no, I don’t think so. It was

bad enough that they tried to micromanage the targeting, but surely

they wouldn’t” “What if the Cubans have them, and the U.S. knows it?”

Tomboy persisted. “And Batman’s so worried about us being close init’s

not the blast, it’s the EMP he’s worried about. What else could it

be?”

EMP-electromagnetic pulse was the first and most devastating effect of

a nuclear explosion. The deadly forces unleashed by the weapon

disturbed the electromagnetic field of the earth, shorting out

sensitive microelectronics and transistors for miles around. Cars

would stop, computers would fail, and the delicate instrumentation of

the fly-by-wire Tomcat would immediately cease to function.

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