Chapters (50)
- DEBT OF HONOR
- Acknowledgments
- Prologue
- 1—Alumni
- 2—Fraternity
- 3—Collegium
- 4—Activity
- 5—Complexity Theory
- 6—Looking In, Looking Out
- 7—Catalyst
- 8—Fast-Forwarding
- 9—Power Plays
- 10—Seduction
- 11—Sea Change
- 12—Formalities
- 13—Winds and Tides
- 14—Reflections
- 15—A Damned, Foolish Thing
- 16—Payloads
- 17—Strike One
- 18—Easter Egg
- 19—Strike Two
- 20—Strike Three
- 21—Navy Blue
- 22—The Global Dimension
- 23—Catching Up
- 24—Running in Place
- 25—All the King's Horses
- 26—Catch-up
- 27—Piling On
- 28—Transmissions
- 29—Written Records
- 30—Why Not?
- 31—The How and the What
- 32—Special Report
- 33—Reversal Points
- 34—All Aboard
- 35—Consequences
- 36—Consideration
- 37—Going Deep
- 38—The River Rubicon
- 39—Eyes First
- 40—Foxes and Hounds
- 41—CTF-77
- 42—Lightning Strikes
- 43—Dancing to the Tune
- 44—…from one who knows the score…
- 45—Line of Battle
- 46—Detachment
- 47—Brooms
"This is CNN, live from Pearl Harbor," the reporter ended, and a commercial cut in. The intelligence analyst rewound the tape to examine it again. It was both amazing and entirely ordinary that he'd be able to get such vital information so easily. The American media really ran the country, he'd learned over the years, and perhaps more was the pity. The way they'd played up the unfortunate incident in Tennessee had inflamed the entire country into precipitous action, then driven his country into the same, and the only good news was what he saw on the TV screen: two fleet carriers still in their dry docks, with two more still in the Indian Ocean, according to the latest reports from that part of the world, and Pacific Fleet's other two in Long Beach, also dry docked and unable to enter service-and that, really, was that, so far as the Marianas were concerned. He had to formalize his intelligence estimate with a few pages of analytical prose, but what it came down to was that America could sting his country, but her ability to project real power was now a thing of the past. The realization of that meant that there was little likelihood of a serious contest for the immediate future.
Jackson didn't mind being the only passenger in the VC-20B. A man could get used to this sort of treatment, and he had to admit that the Air Force's executive birds were better than the Navy's—in fact the Navy didn't have many, and those were mainly modified P-3 Orions whose turboprop engines provided barely more than half the speed of the twin-engine executive jet. With only a brief refueling stop at Travis Air Force Base, outside San Francisco, he'd made the hop to Hawaii in under nine hours, and it was something to feel good about until on final approach to Hickam he got a good look at the naval base and saw that Enterprise was still in the graving dock. The first nuclear-powered carrier and bearer of the U.S. Navy's proudest name would be out of this one. The aesthetic aspect of it was bad enough. More to the point, it would have been far better to have two decks to use instead of one.