Chapters (62)
- Prologue
- Part 1
- Chapter 2: Rude Awakening
- Chapter 3: Well-Lit Corridors
- Chapter 4: Their Eyes Upon Us
- Chapter 5: Blissfully Ignorant
- Chapter 6: Over Arching Introduction
- Chapter 7: Improbable vs. Immovable
- Chapter 8: Communicating with Hammers
- Chapter 9: Mr. Precedent
- Chapter 10: Testing the Waters
- Chapter 11: Tested But Not Found Wanting
- Chapter 12: Mind if I Come In?
- Chapter 13: With Utmost Dispatch
- Chapter 14: A Black Spot
- Chapter 15: An Indiscretion
- Chapter 16: The Wrath of God
- Part 2
- Chapter 18: Friends in High Places
- Chapter 19: Conference of Equals
- Chapter 20: Playing the Fool
- Chapter 21: It’s Bad to be Home
- Chapter 22: HMS Dauntless
- Chapter 23: The Setting Sun
- Chapter 24: Origami’s Antithesis
- Chapter 25: History of Travel
- Chapter 26: Leaps and Bounds
- Chapter 27: Hiring Decisions
- Chapter 28: Enemy Within
- Chapter 29: Willing and Able
- Chapter 30: A Very, Very, Very Fine House
- Chapter 31: Officer’s Club
- Chapter 32: Excess
- Part 3
- Chapter 34: Rough Hewn
- Chapter 35: Nobility Overall
- Chapter 36: Suppression
- Chapter 37: Hans On
- Chapter 38: Little Princess
- Chapter 39: Newborn
- Chapter 40: Guilt Plating
- Chapter 41: A Higher Echelon
- Chapter 42: Sowing the Seed
- Chapter 43: On the Street Where You Live
- Chapter 44: London Calling
- Part 4
- Chapter 46: Spread Your Arm(ament)s
- Chapter 47: Little Dutch Boy
- Chapter 48: Catalyst
- Chapter 49: A Dark Night
- Chapter 50: Hidden Pathways
- Chapter 51: Launch Protocols
- Chapter 52: Flash Exposure
- Chapter 53: Consequential
- Chapter 54: Well Done
- Chapter 55: Violent Reactions
- Chapter 56: Thermobaric Defense
- Chapter 57: Red Sky at Night
- Chapter 58: Showdown
- Chapter 59: To the Heart of the Matter
- Chapter 60: Fallen
- Epilogue
He presented on the various satellite killer missiles, both experimental and in place, in the US, its allies, and even its enemies.
There were not many. It was not an easy task to shoot a fast moving target hundreds of miles away in space. So he turned to the GBMD system, or Ground Based Mid-course Defense system, the US’s primary defense against a nuclear attack. It was a system designed to track incoming missiles’ paths and intercept them using a battery of kinetic collision and high-power explosive devices.
Normally this system, which covers the whole contiguous US, wouldn’t have the range needed to chase down a satellite, but the information Neal had managed to get on the satellites’ orbits provided one small advantage: the AIs were moving so fast in their retrograde orbits that a missile did not need to chase them down. Hypothetically, the missiles just needed to get into their path and the satellites would come at them at the equivalent of about Mach 15.
Hypothetically.
Martin’s theory had one huge flaw, though. Well, actually, it had many flaws, but the main one was that is was based on an assumption. An assumption only John could confirm or deny. Could the satellites maneuver quickly enough to avoid the missiles?
John Hunt did not let them wonder long. He smiled and said: “No, now they are in position they do not have the capacity to alter their orbits that quickly. It was a one-way trip for us all, they are all but stuck where they are.”
Martin, Captain Toranssen, and Neal all sighed and shared smiles bordering on the triumphant. They might have something.
But the Colonel was far from ready to celebrate. There was much left to confirm and the discussion veered to how much of the defensive net’s capability would need to be co-opted.
The answer was daunting. Even firing the majority of the system’s munitions they would still only be able to take out two of the satellites, at best. With shielding they could boost their chances of success, but not the number of the AIs they could destroy using that tool alone.
So they moved on to … other options. Discussion veered to Russia’s Gorgon interceptors and Gazelle missiles. But there was no way of shielding them in advance, and anyway, there was the small issue of gaining access to a launch system built specifically to defend Moscow from the US.
As moods darkened once again John decided to offer them one more measure of hope, “Gentlemen, I have a partial solution: the Dauntless. Missile defense is, after all, what the Type 47 was designed for, both at long and short ranges. I’m sure the British government will object pretty strongly, but …” he smiled sarcastically and the room smiled with him, briefly.
“The Dauntless carries over a hundred and fifty defensive missiles,” John went on, “but specifically it has forty-six with exo-atmospheric range.”