Hammer of God

CHAPTER 8

Hammerson read the intercepted Israeli information brief, and collated it with Alex’s data from the desert. The debris from the Golan Heights indicated enough raw high energy material to construct a bomb of about thirty-five kilotons — bigger than both Soran and the Baghdad blasts. They were getting more audacious and deadly.

Alex had said they uncovered plans to transport one to Italy. That was a horrifying thought in anyone’s book. But more worrying was the fact that they believed it was the Iranian IRG that might be behind it. Hammerson exhaled, sitting back, his mind working on plans and permutations.

If it was true, that the Iranians were behind the nuclear blasts responsible for killing hundreds of thousands of innocents — including many Americans — it was grounds for a full-scale war.

Hammerson stared into the distance as he thought through the implications. The blasts also meant the Iranians had nuclear capability, no matter what they professed to the UN inspectors. Hammerson knew they didn’t have perfect ICBM technology, so missile delivery was still years away. But someone walking, driving, or flying a big tactical nuke anywhere in the world, meant nothing other than an aggressive plan of gross annihilation.

Why? he wondered. Why this huge risk? We could turn their entire country into slag.

His fingers tapped on his desk. There were the final negotiations between the Iranian government and the White House going on. Washington was seeking to enlist their help in fighting the Hezar-Jihadi in return for allowing them to keep their uranium enrichment program.

By having the terrorists seem to be using weapons of mass destruction, then it would add to a sense of urgency on the West’s part. Time was the enemy of good negotiation, and creating this pressure on the adversary was the key to pushing them into a bad deal.

The Iranians had even called for a combined military force, and wanted the US and other western armies to gather, to help overwhelm the terrorist fighters. They had even suggested a staging point outside of Dabiq, near Syria. The White House was hailing it as a grand gesture of cooperation. And following two nukes going off in the Middle East, the idea had already gained traction.

Still, it didn’t make sense, Hammerson thought. There was something he was missing. He steepled his fingers at his chin, thinking. If he could prove the Iranians were behind the blasts, or that they already had working nukes, then the negotiations would collapse. There’d be a lot of pissed off people on both sides. Not to mention the grounds for war. But he knew if he passed this up the line, there would be immediate political interference. The CIA would intercept any Intel he provided.

He knew they needed more information. They needed to go in. Hammerson’s senior confidant was General Chilton, theirs was the Commander in Chief himself, who seemed to want this deal as much as the Iranians. Hammerson would be outranked and outflanked. But only if he decided to share what he knew.

Chilton’s last instructions were for him to follow the leads, then find and remove all threats to America and the free world.

Hammerson smiled. He already had his orders.