Drone Threat

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General Onstot’s confidence in American arms defeating ISIS swiftly and decisively sealed the deal. Grafton was thrilled.

Lane was obviously about to commit when a storm of counterarguments broke out. Options for arming the Iraqis, the Kurds, or moderate Sunnis (if any could be found) were put forward. All of them were shot down.

Garza offered the most original proposal. “Why not let the Turks play the hegemon? They want to revive the Ottoman Empire and the ‘true caliphate.’ There hasn’t been peace in the region since the sultans and they’re not afraid to break a few eggs.”

Chandler countered. “The Russians won’t stand for it and the Crimea is already a powder keg.”

What about ISMAT, the big antiterror, Saudi-led Muslim coalition, or NATO? Both options were weak, and both dismissed.

Chandler was concerned. The Russian option was slipping away. He knew Lane was old-fashioned, a man of honor. Time for Chandler to play his trump card.

“Mr. President, if you don’t want to violate your promise to the American people about putting our boots on the ground in the Middle East, the Russian alliance is the only way forward.”

The tactic worked. Lane’s face tensed, visibly affected by Chandler’s appeal.

But Grafton understood Lane better than Chandler. Lane would never accept a Russian alliance. By appealing to Lane’s honor, the president was more likely to not go to war at all.

Grafton glanced furtively at Chandler. He was already pissed off. If she spoke up more against his beloved Russian alliance, he’d fire her before the meeting was over. But she had to get Lane back on track.

“We all agree we’re out of time. A coalition with the Russians or anybody simply isn’t feasible. Coalitions are notoriously difficult to organize, manage, and lead. By doing this on our own we can act swiftly and in our own best interests. If we want to stop these terror attacks at home, we’ve got to take the war to them over there, right now, just as General Onstot outlined.”

Pia and Onstot nodded. So did Eaton, the former army general, and finally Garza. The logic was unassailable. “Agreed.”

Grafton turned to Lane. “Mr. President, I guarantee you that the American people want you to defend their lives with decisive action rather than worry about a campaign slogan that no longer applies.”

She turned to Chandler. Time to mend a fence or two. “If necessary, we can always expand the war later. Draw in the Russians or other coalition partners if we need to.”

Chandler’s angry mask began to soften. He saw the logic of Grafton’s argument. “True.”

Grafton continued. “We can hunt the other global jihadists down and dispatch them anytime we want in the future. But right now we need to destroy the ISIS Caliphate and stop these attacks on our homeland.”

“Attacking Raqqa will only fan the flames,” Peguero said. “They’ll use it to recruit more fighters.”

The press secretary shook her head. “We can put the destruction of Raqqa on social media — show how utterly terrible and complete the destruction of ISIS is and futility of resisting our overwhelming force — we might start de-recruiting fighters from ISIS.”

“So we’re all agreed, at least, that we need to act militarily,” Chandler offered.

“And immediately,” Grafton added.

Chandler glanced at Pearce. “Everyone except Troy, that is.”

All eyes turned to Pearce.

“Troy?” the president asked.

“I’m against anything short of full mobilization, a declaration of war, a draft, and the pledge to hunt each and every one of those bastards down and kill them, no matter what names they use, no matter where we find them — including on our own soil. Anything less than that is a guarantee of failure.”

“That’s the call you’d make if you were sitting in my chair? Even if you knew Congress wouldn’t go that far?”

“More likely I’d stay out altogether.”

“How does that solve our problem? If we don’t take the war to them, they’ll keep attacking us here.”

Pearce heard the edge in Lane’s voice but he wouldn’t back down. “We stay focused on defending our own territory.”

Lane darkened. “I don’t want to go to war. Our boots, their boots. I don’t care. I’m sick of all of it. I hate war. I’m tired of the waste and the death and the insanity of it. But war is upon us and I’m running out of options.”

“We wouldn’t be discussing any of these military options if we could find the culprits attacking us,” Chandler said. It sounded like an accusation hurled at Pearce.

In fact, it was. And that’s how Pearce took it. “Still working on it.”

“Not good enough,” Lane said.

Pearce saw the look on the president’s face. He was clearly at the end of his rope. Pearce got it. He would be, too, if he were in Lane’s shoes. He thanked the baby Jesus he wasn’t. He had to find the terrorists if he wanted to stop the war.

But how?

“Our best shot at stopping a new attack is to predict where the next one will occur. But the DNI reported earlier that our predictive analytics and NSA surveillance sources are all coming up short. But there is a pattern emerging. By attacking the airlines and trucking, it’s clear the threat is economic and it’s escalating. So the next target will be even more economically important.”

“The power grid is vulnerable to a drone attack,” Pia said. “Especially the high-voltage transformers. They constitute just three percent of all transformers but they’re responsible for upwards of seventy percent of all electrical output. Terrorists could take out the entire U.S. electrical grid by destroying HVTs at just nine locations. They’re all custom-built overseas and would take years to replace.”

Eaton frowned. “Our port system is vulnerable, too. Underwater drones could take out ships with explosive cargoes and shut our ports down for days, maybe even weeks, and eighty percent of our foreign trade goes through them.”

“Nuclear plants,” Chandler said. “That scares the living daylights out of me.”

“Could be all the above. Or more. Too much ground to cover,” Pearce said.

“All the more reason for immediate and decisive action by our armed forces against ISIS,” Grafton said.

“All major infrastructure facilities are already on high alert,” Eaton said.

“That might work on a conventional attack,” Pearce said. “So far this man or woman or team has been thinking way out of the box.”

“So you’re convinced it’s only a small group of people? Maybe even just one person?” Eaton asked.

“Why else the twenty-four-hour delay between attacks?”

“The delay is a brilliant psychological ploy,” Eaton said. “They strike, we react, but then we just sit around for another twenty-three hours waiting for the next catastrophe.”

“A large organization could use the same tactic,” Grafton said.

“The smaller the number, the better the opsec,” Garza said. “One would be best. And the tech deployed so far means it could be just one guy, doesn’t it?”

“Possibly,” Pearce said. “But it would take a lot of planning and pre-positioning.”

“One, few, or many, we don’t have a single suspect yet. It’s time we rattle some cages,” Chandler said. “We know where the bad guys hang out. We know the chat rooms, the university campuses, the mosques. We need to get after them.”

“We don’t want to become like the people we’re fighting,” Peguero said. “Besides, you’ll cause such resentment in the Muslim community that you’ll get more terrorists out of the deal than you’re trying to round up.”

“So we shouldn’t do anything to upset the Muslim community for fear they’ll turn into terrorists?” Garza asked. “If angry Muslims are all potential terrorists, then why in the hell do we allow them to immigrate here?”

“That’s the kind of racist language our enemies exploit,” Peguero said.

“It isn’t racist to tell the truth,” Garza fired back. “And for the record, ‘Muslim’ isn’t a race, it’s a religion. And it wasn’t a planeload of Buddhist monks that crashed into the Twin Towers, was it?”

“Even if we wanted to, we don’t have the resources to track and monitor that many institutions and individuals. There are approximately thirty-two hundred mosques scattered all around the country now, almost three times as many as existed before 9/11. They’re servicing the one-point-six million Muslims we’ve issued green cards to in that same period,” Peguero said.

“She’s right. We need to be damn careful we don’t misallocate scarce resources. Gotta keep a close eye on the Amish terror networks,” Garza said.

“What about martial law?” Chandler asked. “If we can’t predict what will happen next or we can’t target probable suspects, then let’s shut the whole thing down until we get a handle on the situation. Just like the French did after the Paris attacks.”

“What would you shut down? The entire country? And for how long?” Eaton asked.

“And we’re on the eve of the Asia Security Summit. What kind of message would we be sending about international security if we put the country on lockdown because we couldn’t secure our own homeland?” Pia asked.

“And even if you did lock down the whole country, the attacks would resume the day after you lifted it if nobody has been caught,” Pearce said. “You’d ruin the economy for no good reason, and all because you’re assuming that the attacks are originating inside of the United States.”

“The terrorists have to be in the country,” Onstot said. “The drones that slammed into those passenger jets were all guided.”

“Not necessarily. Airport runways are numbered according to their magnetic azimuth. Plenty of public websites provide every possible data point you’d need to set up an automated attack at any civilian airport around the country, including live radar tracking of aircraft and live camera and video feeds of airport runways around the world. Attacks could be preprogrammed and automated without a line-of-sight operator.”

Abbott shook her head. “Holy crap. Don’t let the media hear that.”

“And the tanker trucks?” Grafton asked.

“All linked by satellite that can be accessed from almost anywhere around the globe, depending on the kind of satellite that was being used and the uplinks the attacker had access to.”

“So you think the attacks came from overseas?” Pia asked.

“Not necessarily. Only that they could’ve been.”

“Damn it!” Lane slammed his hand on the table. “I don’t need another laundry list of possibilities. I need answers. Now.”

Pearce knew Lane wasn’t angry with him. He was angry at the situation. The president wanted an answer other than war. The problem was there wasn’t one. “I’m working on it.”

“We don’t have much time,” Lane said.

Grafton fumed. Lane still wouldn’t commit. Pearce still held the reins.

She needed to find a way to get rid of him.