Scarecrow (46 page)

Q-309 was a policy based on history—the long history of wealthy self-indulgent elites falling to impoverished but numerically overwhelming under-classes: the fall of Rome to the barbarians, the French Revolution, and now the wealthy Western world succumbing to the sheer numbers of the Third World.

Jesus
, Schofield thought.

Anarchic global warfare would provide just such an opportunity for the Third World to rise up.

And if Killian had given forewarning to a few key African nations, then . . .

No, it's not possible,
Schofield's mind protested.
For the simple reason that Killian's plan just didn't seem big enough
.

It didn't guarantee
total
global anarchy.

And then Schofield saw the final entry on the missile list—the entry that had not been on Book II's list at all, an entry describing a missile to be fired nearly two hours after all the others.

He brought it up on his screen:

A Jericho-2B clone
, Schofield thought.
The Jericho was a long-range ballistic missile belonging to Israel; and this one was armed with an American W-88 warhead.

And the target?

Using Book II's map, Schofield plotted the GPS coordinates of the target.

His finger came down on the map . . . and as it did so, Schofield felt a bolt of ice-cold blood shoot through his entire body.

‘God save us all,' he breathed as he saw the target.

The last clone missile—ostensibly Israeli in origin, with an American nuclear warhead on it—was aimed at a target in Saudi Arabia.

It was aimed at the holy city of Mecca.

 

The cockpit fell silent.

The sheer idea of it was just too great, too
shocking
, to contemplate. An Israeli missile armed with an American warhead striking the most sacred Muslim site on the planet on one of the most holy Muslim days of the year.

In the post-September 11 world, there could be no more provocative act.

It would ignite global chaos—no American citizen or embassy or business would be safe. In every city in every country, enraged Muslims would seek vengeance.

It would create a worldwide Muslim–American war. The first truly global conflict between a religion and a nation. Which would itself become the precursor for total global revolution—the rise of the Third World.

‘God, October 26, it's been staring me in the face all day,' Schofield said. ‘The first day of Ramadan. I hadn't even thought about the significance of the date. Killian even chose the most provocative day.'

‘So where's it going to fire from?' Knight asked.

Schofield quickly plotted the GPS co-ordinates of the last Chameleon missile's launch location . . . and he frowned.

‘It's not coming from a boat,' he said. ‘The launch location is
on land
. Somewhere inside Yemen.'

‘Yemen?' Rufus said.

‘It borders Saudi Arabia to the south. Very close to Mecca,' Knight said.

‘Yemen . . .' Schofield said, thinking fast. ‘Yemen . . .'

At some time today, he had been told about Yemen, had heard of something
inside
Yemen—

He remembered.

‘There's a Krask-8 clone in Yemen,' he said.

He'd heard it right at the start of all this, during his briefing on Krask-8. During the Cold War, the Soviets had constructed land-based ICBM facilities identical to Krask-8 in their client states—states like Syria, the Sudan, and Yemen.

Schofield's mind raced.

Krask-8 had been owned by the Atlantic Shipping Company
.
David Fairfax had discovered that earlier today.

And the Atlantic Shipping Company—
he now knew
—was a subsidiary of Axon Corp.

‘Goddamn,' Schofield breathed. ‘Rufus: set a course heading due south-east and give it everything you've got. Afterburners all the way.'

Rufus looked doubtful. ‘Captain, I don't mean to be rude, but even flying at full speed, there's no way we can get from here to Yemen inside of two hours. That's a 6,000-kilometre trip, which is at least four hours travel time. Besides, on full burn, we'll chew up all our gas before we even reach the French Alps.'

‘Don't worry about that,' Schofield said. ‘I can arrange for fuel to be delivered in flight. And we're not going all the way to Yemen in
this
bird.'

‘Whatever you say,' Rufus said. He banked the
Raven
, directed her south-east, and hit the afterburners.

While this was happening, Schofield keyed his satellite mike. ‘Mr Moseley. You still with us?'

‘
Sure am,
' came the reply from London.

‘I need you to do an asset search on a company for me. It's called the Atlantic Shipping Company. Search for any land holdings that it has in Yemen, especially old Soviet sites.

‘I also need two more things. First, I need express passage across Europe, including several mid-air refuellings. I'll send you our transponder signal.'

‘
Okay. And the second thing?
'

‘I need you to fuel up a couple of very special American planes for me. Planes that are currently at the Aerostadia Italia Airshow in Milan, Italy.'

 

The next thirty minutes went by in a blur.

Around the world, an array of forces sprang into action.

 

 

THE ARABIAN SEA OFF THE COAST OF INDIA 26 OCTOBER, 2105 HOURS LOCAL TIME (1205 HOURS E.S.T. USA)

The supertanker MV
Whale
hovered off the coast of India on a languid sea, the giant vessel seemingly gazing at the shared coastline of India and Pakistan, its missiles ready to fire.

It never saw the Los Angeles-class attack submarine approach it from behind, two miles away.

Likewise, the African commandos in its control tower never saw the sub's torpedoes on their scopes until it was too late.

The two Mark 48 torpedoes hit the
Whale
together, blasting open its flanks with simultaneous explosions, sinking it.

 

 

THE TAIWAN STRAITS INTERNATIONAL WATERS BETWEEN CHINA AND TAIWAN 0110 HOURS (27 OCT) LOCAL TIME (1210 HOURS E.S.T. USA, 26 OCT)

The MV
Hopewell
suffered a similar fate.

Parked inconspicuously in a sealane in the middle of the Taiwan Straits, not far from a long line of supertankers and cargo freighters, it was hit by a pair of wire-guided American Mark 48 torpedoes.

Some night-watchmen on other ships claimed to see the explosion on the horizon.

Radio calls to the
Hopewell
went unanswered and by the time anyone got to its last known location, there was nothing there.

The
Hopewell
was gone.

No-one ever laid eyes on the submarine that sank it. Indeed, the US Government would later deny that it had any 688Is in the area at the time.

 

 

WEST COAST, USA NEAR SAN FRANCISCO 26 OCTOBER, 0912 HOURS LOCAL TIME (1212 HOURS IN NEW YORK)

Inside the vast missile hold of the Kormoran-class supertanker
Jewel
, covered by twelve United States Marines and standing over the bodies of a dozen dead African commandos, David Fairfax plugged his satellite uplink into the vessel's missile control console.

The satellite signal shot up into the sky and bounced over to Schofield in the
Black Raven
, flying over France, heading for Italy.

And while Schofield disarmed the CincLock system from afar, Fairfax held the console—at times protecting the uplink with his body, shielding it from two Eritrean commandos who had survived his Marine-enhanced entry.

He was scared out of his mind, but in the midst of bullets and gunfire and exploding grenades, he held that console.

Within a couple of minutes, the last two Eritrean soldiers were dead—nailed by the Marines—and the MV
Jewel
's launch system was neutralised by Schofield in the
Raven
and David Fairfax fell to the floor with a deep sigh of relief.

 

AEROSTADIA AIRFIELD MILAN, ITALY 26 OCTOBER, 1900 HOURS LOCAL TIME (1300 HOURS IN NEW YORK)

With a blast from its retros, the
Black Raven
landed vertically on the tarmac of the Aerostadia Airfield in Milan.

It was evening already in northern Italy, but the US Air Force contingent at the airshow had been working overtime for the last forty-five minutes, fuelling two very special aeroplanes at the express orders of the State Department.

The
Raven
landed a hundred yards from a spectacular-looking B-52 bomber, parked on the runway.

Two small black bullet-shaped planes hung from the big bomber's wings, looking like a pair of oversized missiles.

But these weren't missiles.

They were X-15s.

Many people believe that with a top speed of Mach 3, the SR-71 ‘Blackbird' is the fastest plane in the world.