“It depends entirely on his motivation and financing.”
“What about the government?” asked Zen.
“No. If it was a government thing, I’d know about it,” said Stoner. “Believe me. We’ve really checked into it. We’re plugged into the Taiwanese military.”
“I don’t see a private company, or a couple of individuals doing this,” said Alou. “What? Try to start a war between China and us? No way. Not without government backing.”
“Some things are easier without the government involved,” said Rubeo. “Much easier.”
Dog glanced at his watch as Stoner and the scientist traded a few more barbs as well as ideas on where the UAV might have been built. The Taiwan connection was the overwhelming favorite, so much so that Dog knew he had to tell Jed what was going on. The others, meanwhile, seemed as if they were ready to pack it in for the night.
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“All right, I’ll tell you what,” said Dog, interrupting them, “let’s call it a day on this side. I’ll talk to the NSC and tell them what we think. Ray, you and your people keep working on the data. Stoner—”
“There’s a hundred people sifting the tea leaves back at Langley for us, Colonel,” said the officer, referring to CIA headquarters. “We’ll see if the NSA can come up with anything for us as well.”
“Good,” said Dog. “All right, let’s—”
“Colonel, I’d like a word in private,” said Rubeo before Dog could shut down the line.
“Well I’m out of here,” laughed Zen. The others followed him from the trailer.
“Just you and me now, Doc,” Dog said when they were gone. “What’s up?”
“Jennifer Gleason has submitted her resignation,” said Rubeo.
“She can’t do that,” said Dog.
“Well, she has a different opinion about that than you do.”
“She can’t leave,” insisted Dog.
“Her contract—” started Rubeo.
“I understand she’s not in uniform,” said Dog. “I mean, she can’t leave. We need her. And she’ll screw herself, her career, I mean—”
“None of those things seem to be considerations,” said Rubeo. “As I was starting to tell you, her contract states that she may return to teaching at any time with sixty days’ notice, and she’s submitted papers indicating that she wants to do that. It’s not a formal resignation, but it’s what she has to do to be in position to submit a formal resignation.”
“Damn it Ray. God damn it.”
Rubeo blinked at him. “Yes, Colonel. Damn it. Damn it all to hell.”
Washington, D.C.
0915
(Brunei, 2115)
JEDBARCLAY SLIDinto the backseat of the car when the secure satellite phone he carried rang.
“Barclay,” he said, swinging up the antenna so sharply that it cracked against the bulletproof glass of the limo.
“Jed, this Colonel Bastian. Can you talk?”
“Uh, yes, sir.”
“We think the ghost clone may have been made by Taiwan, possibly by a private company. We’re Page 138
looking into it now.”
“Taiwan?” Jed leaned back against the seat. “Taiwan?”
“That’s what it looks like. We’re not positive yet, though.”
“I’m going to talk to the President about Taiwan,” said Jed. “There’s a high-level conference between the premier of Mainland China and the president of Taiwan next week. We’re thinking of sending the vice president.”
“I don’t think that has anything to do with this,” said Bastian. “This is just one little airplane.”
“I don’t think the President’s going to agree,” said Jed.
FORTIFIED BY ANTIBIOTICSand a shelf’s worth of vitamins, Jed’s boss walked shakily into the paneled conference room in the basement of the West Wing. Jed hovered nearby, ready to lend his arm or shoulder in case Philip Freeman suddenly ran out of energy.
Freeman’s presence made Jed feel considerably more relaxed than he had been over the past few days; there’d be no need to speak, except to his boss. While Colonel Bastian’s assessment that the Taiwanese were involved was bound to shock most of those at the meeting, Freeman would bear the brunt of the questions.
The President and most of the invited Cabinet members had already arrived, along with half of the service chiefs. They were already discussing the summit between China and Taiwan.
“We have to encourage the meeting, and the best way to do so is by sending the vice president,” said Hartman, the secretary of state. “He’s already in Japan. It won’t take anything for him to go to Beijing.”
“Too much too soon,” said Chastain. “Especially since the Chinese are still blaming us for shooting their aircraft.”
“The official protest has been withdrawn,” said the secretary of state. “The rest is just for internal consumption. It’s posturing.”
“I’d like to show them posturing,” said Balboa. He looked at Jed as he said it and winked.
“If we’re not there, we run the risk of being left on the sidelines,” said the secretary of state. “The vice president can say that he’s going to Beijing to discuss the unfortunate crash of the Chinese aircraft in the South China Sea.”
“Let’s not do that,” said Martindale. “If we go, we go. No baloney playing. Have we figured out what happened yet?”
All eyes turned to him.
“The Dreamland team has come up with a theory,” said Jed. “But we need more information.”
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nodded. He’d already told Freeman in the car on the way over.
“It looks like Taiwan. Or actually, a private company working without the knowledge of the government,” said Jed.
“Taiwan?” said Hartman.
“We just got the information on the way over,” said Jed. “Colonel Bastian and the Dreamland team are looking for permission to enter the country to do more research.”
“Taiwan? Not Mainland China?” asked Martindale.
“Taiwan does make sense,” said Freeman, his voice raspy. “If it’s one of the old hard-liners, not the new government.”
“But a private company?” asked Martindale. “How? Who?”
“We’re still trying to gather data,” said Jed, “but the CIA expert working with Dreamland believes the plane was developed by a businessman who’s at odds with the present government. The companies that seem to be responsible are owned by a man named Chen Lee. He’s pretty old—he fought in Chiang Kai-shek’s army. The embassy says he’s one of a handful of hard-liners against the summit next week.
Like I say, we’re still gathering information. This is really new, as of a few hours ago.”
“You sure this isn’t something Bastian cooked up to make himself look good, young Jed?” asked Balboa.
“I don’t think so, Admiral.”
“Colonel Bastian’s not like that,” said Freeman.
“What’s the status of the investigation into Dreamland?” asked Chastain.
“Unofficial investigation,” said Jed.
“Yes?”
Jed looked to his boss and then the President before giving the unofficial findings of the AFOSI. “They can’t rule it out, but everything points to no penetration.”
“A weapon such as the Flighthawk in the hands of the Taiwanese—whether it’s the government or not, makes no difference—is going to anger the Mainland-ers,” said Hartman. “It will make the situation extremely volatile.”
“If they have it, how come we haven’t figured it out until now?” asked Martindale.
Jed—one of the people responsible for figuring such things out—looked down toward the table before speaking.
“It may be that it’s been developed entirely outside of the ordinary military channels,” he said. “As a matter of fact, that seems most likely. Because otherwise, we’d have had indications. The Taiwan connection took the CIA totally by surprise.”
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“It takes the Air Force by surprise as well,” said the defense secretary. It seemed to be a jab at the service chief, who hadn’t offered anything in the discussion—a sound political move, in Jed’s opinion.