Major General Eric Nichols was in the Kennedy's Mission Control room,
fit to be tied. Now he was beginning to understand how the attempted
rescue of the American embassy hostages in Tehran could have turned
into such a disaster.
He lit a cigar and tried to relax. The op would be back on track in--he
checked his watch--another five and a half hours. Unless, of course, the
orders got changed again.
Then the blue phone on his desk rang. . . .
"Well, I'll be damned," he said, hanging up a few moments later. "I
knew this was going to be a cluster-fuck, but I think we've just
expanded the term." He looked over the Deltas waiting with him. "Would
you believe it's back on? Something happened, who knows what. But the
sons of bitches are pulling out, and they've threatened to nuke the
place if anybody tries to stop them. We're ordered to get in there
before anybody can get off the ground, keep them from having the
chance. I don't know if we're going to make it. He grinned. "But I'll
tell you one thing. This time we're going to just take the place down
once and for all. And the hell with micromanaging from Fort Fuck-up or
anywhere."
"Fuckin' A, S_ir_," Lieutenant Manny Jackson declared, reaching for his
flight jacket. "I say we just do a standoff with Hellfire missiles.
Take out their damned space vehicles and any choppers they've got. Then
they can just stick their nukes up their ass."
"Sorry, Jackson, but that's still our last resort. If we hit the
vehicles, there's the risk of nuclear material getting loose. No, what
we're going to do is take down their radar power source, the so-called
Cyclops, and any choppers they have, which ought to put them out of
business. And if that doesn't cause the bastards to throw in the towel,
then we'll call in a Tomcat and lay a couple of laser-guided missiles
right into those underground bunkers."
Nichols had studied the satellite photo intelligence they had, as well
as site plans and blueprints obtained from SatCom's executive offices
in Arlington, and he knew exactly where a missile would have the best
chance of penetrating Command and Launch Control. There might be some
civilian casualties, but they sure as hell wouldn't have the nukes in
there. A quick, decisive operation.
"All right," he added in conclusion, "let's rock and roll. And this
time there's going to be no recall, I don't care who tries."