Chapters (34)
- Also by Clive Cussler
- Title Page
- Copyright
- CONTENTS
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-one
- Chapter Twenty-two
- Chapter Twenty-three
- Chapter Twenty-four
- Chapter Twenty-five
- Chapter Twenty-six
- Chapter Twenty-seven
- Chapter Twenty-eight
- Chapter Twenty-nine
“They work better when they think I’m mad and make unreasonable demands.”
“So that was theater?”
“Partially,” Juan said. “But we need answers quickly.”
“I don’t understand,” she admitted. “What’s the rush?”
“You know that conflict between China and Japan over some islands?”
“Yeah, something about sovereign rights and newly discovered oil or gas or something.”
“I don’t think it was a recent discovery. I think China has known about it for some time. I remember when I was rescuing Yuri he asked me about current events. I made some lame joke, but I mentioned that the civil war in Sudan was winding down.”
“And?”
“China was a major backer in that conflict because they were getting a lot of their oil from the region. They stopped funding the war because they realized they won’t need to import fossil fuels from Africa if there are decades’ worth right off their coast.”
“But the Japanese,” Julia said by way of roadblock.
“Could do nothing without our help. And what do we do in situations like this where two naval powers are butting heads?”
“Ask Max or Eddie. They’re your military guys.”
“Come on, Hux. Everyone knows what we do.”
“We send in an aircraft carrier.”
“Exactly. Force projection at its finest. And it’s not just a carrier. It’s a whole battle group with several destroyers, a frigate, some cruisers and two submarines. They all act as a screen to keep the carrier safe. The system is so well designed that it’s also considered impervious to attack. Back in the bad old days of the Cold War, the Soviets figured they would need at least a hundred cruise missiles to have a hope of taking out just one carrier.”
“O-kay,” Julia drew the word out. “In comes our carrier, both sides back down, and crisis averted.”
“Think it through, Doc.”
And the horrifying thought that had nagged at Juan’s mind until he’d talked it out with her too. She blanched. “There’s another of those stealth ships out there.”
“That’s got to be it. The ship was conceived before the Soviet Union dissolved as a way to counter our carriers. The Russians don’t need something like that anymore, but a burgeoning and increasingly hostile China would love to be able to take out a big nuclear carrier and do it in such a way that they can’t be blamed.”
“Would they be so bold?”