CARRIER 2: VIPER STRIKE By Keith Douglass

months. But at least Fletcher was on his side.

“Orders have already been transmitted for MEU-6 to join CBG-14 again,”

Grimes continued. “They were in Singapore on maneuvers, but they’re on

their way to your position now. Should arrive sometime day after

tomorrow, and they’ll be in air transport range within eighteen hours.”

Magruder pursed his lips. This was being taken seriously indeed in

Washington if they were sending in the Marines again. Marine

Expeditionary Unit 6, consisting of four ships and almost two thousand

Marines, had also been at Wonsan, securing a beachhead to facilitate the

evacuation of rescued American seamen. Their primary mission in Bangkok

would be to safeguard American lives and property.

“Okay, Admiral,” Magruder said after a moment. “What about threats to

our people?”

“The people lost near U Feng?”

“Yes, sir. And our AWOLs.”

“You still think that incident might be more than it seems?”

“it is a distinct possibility, sir. No hard evidence … but it’s very

suspicious. And it all ties in with what you were just saying … with

the possibility that someone might be trying to discredit us. What

better way than to hit us, hard and unexpectedly?”

“A terrorist attack?”

“Possibly. I’m more concerned about further attacks on our personnel

ashore. It’s going to be morning before they’re all back on board.”

“Do you have any suggestions?”

“There’s not a hell of a lot we can do, Admiral. Not until we know what

they’re going to do. I’ve briefed my officers. We’ve set readiness

condition X-ray Three. We’re cancelling further liberty as our people

come back aboard tonight. More than that we can’t do until we see a

definite threat, something we can respond to.”

“Understood.” There was a long hesitation on the line, as though Grimes

was turning possibilities over in his mind. “I’ll tell you, Tom. I

think our problem is a mole.”

“A spy, sir?”

“Someone in the works, gumming them up. Probably in the Bangkok

bureaucracy. I’ll pass a request on to the DCI to see what can be done.

In the meantime, continue as you have been. But be prepared to use your

own initiative to render all possible assistance to the legitimate That

government.”

“Does that include sending in the Marines, sir?”

“it means doing whatever you feel is justified to preserve American

lives and property, to protect your command … and to support our

allies in Southeast Asia. I can’t be much more specific than that.”

“That’s specific enough, Admiral.” Magruder was already thinking about

the possibilities. The Marines from MEU-6 would not be available until

midday tomorrow, but he had ninety Marines on board the Jefferson. A

platoon could be heloed in to the American embassy in Bangkok in order

to reinforce security there … and possibly to provide a ready mobile

force should the three missing seamen be discovered.

Something big was happening in the city, and Admiral Magruder wanted to

be ready for it, whatever it was.

He only hoped he wasn’t already too late.

2045 hours, 18 January

Dusit Thani Hotel, Bangkok

Pamela had been surprised by Tombstone’s phone call, but she’d told him

to come straight up. She’d been able to sense the strain underlying his

words and knew something was wrong.

Since their time together at the Thonburi klong, she’d been forced to

admit to herself that she felt much more for Matthew Magruder than could

be explained by professional interest. It wasn’t love–she wasn’t ready

to go that far–but they were certainly friends, and friendship was

something which Pamela Drake took very seriously indeed.

“Matt, it’s good to see you,” she said as she opened the door. “Come

in.”

He entered, wearing civilian clothes and an expression which could have

been hiding almost anything. “Hello, Pam. Sorry to catch you by

surprise.

Did I interrupt something?”

“Not at all.”

“Are you … I mean, are the guys in your crew here?”

“We are quite alone, Matt! I was going over some script revisions, is

all. Can I get you something to drink?” The hotel suite had a small

bar and a refrigerator.

“No, thanks.”

“Have you eaten? I could call room service.”

“Pamela, I’ve got to talk to you.” It sounded as though he’d been

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