CARRIER 6: COUNTDOWN By Keith Douglass

trial, we still won’t be off the hook. You know, I’ve got a very

unpleasant feeling that we haven’t heard the last of either one of these

affairs … Margolis or Pellet.”

Tombstone nodded slowly. “I’m afraid I have to agree, sir.”

CHAPTER 16

Saturday, 14 March

0915 hours EST (Zulu -5)

White House Situation Room

Washington, D.C.

Admiral Thomas Magruder took his seat in the White House Situation Room.

As a special Presidential Advisor on military matters, he’d been here

plenty of times before. Ordered constructed by President Kennedy right

after the Bay of Pigs, the carpeted, concrete-walled room in the White

House basement was not as large, as glamorous, or as high-tech as

popular fiction usually described it. There were hidden television

screens behind wood-paneled cupboards, yes, and the room next door was

filled with telex machines, a crypto unit, facsimile machines, and

secure telephones.

For most high-level briefings, though, the President used a second

Situation Room located in Room 208 of the Executive Office Building, the

same room, in fact, from which Secretary of State Cordell Hull had

ejected the Japanese envoys on December 7, 1941. Variously called the

Crisis Management Center and the Situation Room Support Facility, it was

large enough for all of the President’s principal officers and their

aides.

As a matter of course, however, the President’s senior aides and cabinet

officers used the original White House basement Sit Room to discuss

specific strategies before going upstairs to brief the President. The

current President, while not as anti-military as some of his more

liberal White House cabinet officers, was less than fully knowledgeable

about military affairs.

Rather than sitting in on military and intelligence briefings, the

President preferred to have his National Security Advisor, Herbert T.

Waring, chair the meeting instead, then brief him afterward.

Magruder leaned back in his chair, glumly studying the American and

Presidential flags flanking a curtained screen at the far end of the

room.

There’d been a lot of changes in the U.S. military during the past few

years, and in his opinion, none of them were good.

Since 1991, the military had been called upon to fill a rapidly

expanding role in policing a world that reverberated with the ongoing

death throes of the old Communist empire. There’d been the Gulf War

with a state originally armed and trained by the old U.S.S.R., a war

possible only because the Soviets under Gorbachev had been willing to

turn a blind eye to what was happening in Iraq in exchange for a free

hand in suppressing the popular revolutions in the Baltics. Then had

come the coup, and the breakup of the Soviet Union despite the Black

Berets’ attacks against Baltic nationalism. By the end of the year, the

Communist flag had been lowered above the Kremlin for the last time …

or at least, so everyone had thought. The Cold War was over, and the

calls to drastically pare back an unnecessary American military had

begun.

Somehow it hadn’t worked out that way, though. There’d been Somalia and

Bosnia and continued trouble in Iraq. A Marine foray into North Korea

to rescue the crew of a Navy intelligence ship taken hostage. A coup in

Thailand backed by renegade Chinese Communists. A war between Pakistan

and India that might have gone nuclear without intervention by an

American carrier task force.

And finally, the year before, there’d been the neo-Soviet coup and the

invasion of Scandinavia.

Both the press and the U.S. government were carefully avoiding calling

that bloody fracas World War III. The neo-Soviets, needing a war to

secure their own power base at home, had tried to snap up Scandinavia in

a quick military adventure while a fragmenting NATO argued about what to

do. The heroic stand by the U.S.S. Jefferson and her CBG had stopped

the Russians in their tracks off Norway, but still the Russian giant was

threatening to drag the rest of the world into final Armageddon.

Now it was a civil war being fought on a ragged line all the way from

Minsk to Vladivostok, one that already had engulfed Belarus, Ukraine,

and Kazakhstan and might well soon involve China, North Korea, and most

of Europe as well … and if that wasn’t a world war, Admiral Magruder

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