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“I disagree, Director Vista,” Patrick radioed. “Because he refused to be exiled—he was given a shit job that should have killed him and he excelled in it. He purged the Basij, the paramilitary group of volunteers, of all the radicals and fundamentalists, and he turned it into a real fighting force—and he did it with pure leadership, convincing the dedicated men and women in the Basij to get rid of the maniacs. He turned the organization around without resorting to intimidation or violence. The grunts respect that. I think he has a very good reputation with the regular army. Combine all that with the regular army's hatred of the Pasdaran, and I think Buzhazi is lining himself up very nicely for a coup d'état.”

“My information says otherwise,” Vista insisted. “Buzhazi is
an outsider. Besides, the regulars are too afraid of the Pasdaran to support a rebellion, especially one without any other support besides a few thousand volunteers.”

“OK, folks, I need some ideas,” the President said, barely masking his impatience. “Let's assume Buzhazi survives Qom. What happens next? Gerald?”

“Overall I'd say his odds are terrible, sir,” the CIA chief replied. “He needs the regular army—his little group of Basij fighters can't survive against the Pasdaran. The Pasdaran is like the U.S. Marine Corps, except much larger with respect to the regular army: while our Marine Corps is one-tenth the size of the army, the Pasdaran is one-third the size of their entire armed forces, and just as well equipped; I would equate Buzhazi's Basij fighters with a well-trained Army National Guard infantry battalion.”

“I agree with the DCI, Mr. President,” Secretary of State Carson said. “And even if Buzhazi does succeed in destroying or disrupting the Pasdaran with help from the regular army, using some sort of magical leadership ability as General McLanahan describes, he'll have to contend with other forces as well. Every covert ops and insurgent force the Pasdaran has created over the years will return to Iran to try to topple the junta or at least cause it a lot of trouble: al-Quds in the Gulf region; Hizb' Allah in Lebanon; Hamas, Islamic Jihad, and the Popular Front to Liberate Palestine-General Command in the Gaza Strip and West Bank; Ansar-al-Islam in Iraq; and Hizb'Islami in Afghanistan, just to name a few. All of those groups are controlled and funded by Iran through the Pasdaran, and they'd undoubtedly be brought back to assist in a wide-ranging insurgency against Buzhazi. We could even see pro-Iranian military or terror groups from Chechnya, Pakistan, or North Korea fighting against Buzhazi. Then of course there is the one-third of Iran's citizens, about twenty million adults, who actively support the theocracy and who might support an Islamist insurgency against a secular military regime.”

“Doesn't sound like a winner to me,” the President said. “Anyone disagree with this analysis?”

The room was quiet…until: “I don't disagree with Dr. Carson's or Director Vista's analysis, sir,” Patrick McLanahan said through the videoconference link, “but if Buzhazi survives and is actively trying to stage a coup in Iran with the help of the regular army, we should do everything possible to support him.”

“Support him?” Carson asked incredulously. “If I remember correctly, he tried to kill you and your men several times. Now you want to risk your life to help him?”

“We may never get another chance for years,” Patrick said. “Iran doesn't hide the fact that it actively supports insurgent groups all around the world who try to topple secular or unfriendly governments in favor of a fundamentalist theocracy—we shouldn't be afraid to support any movement, even a military coup, that tries to establish a democracy.”

The President shook his head with a sardonic smile. “As usual, a solid consensus about a course of action,” he deadpanned. He slumped in his chair, rubbed his temples wearily, retrieved a bottle of water from a desk drawer, and took a deep sip. “I'd be just as happy to see the two factions tear each other apart,” he said. He finally turned to General Sparks: “Jonas, I asked you to come up with a plan of action for dealing with Iran. Anything yet?”

“No, sir,” Sparks replied. “No real consensus from the intelligence and operations staffs. Buzhazi's insurgency is just complicating the issue worse and worse every day. We should just continue surveillance, monitor the situation carefully, and be sure to warn the Iranians that we won't tolerate any foreign offensive operations in the wake of this Buzhazi insurgency.”

The President nodded. “Holding pattern—not exactly what I had in mind,” he said. “Anyone else?”

“Mr. President, in my staff's opinion, Buzhazi is not the issue—the Iranian Revolutionary Guards and their control of Iran's weapons of mass destruction and their delivery systems are,” Patrick McLanahan said via the videoconference link. “If the regular Iranian army keeps sitting on the sidelines, the Pasdaran will only turn up the heat even more. Eventually the army will
be completely marginalized, maybe even dismantled. Once the Pasdaran takes over, they'll tear the country apart. Then they'll start on any other neighboring countries they feel is a threat to the Islamist regime.”

“So what do you propose, Patrick?”

“I'd like permission to launch a dedicated constellation of reconnaissance satellites over Iran to look for their missile sites,” Patrick replied. “I'd like to forward-deploy Air Battle Force air and ground teams to Afghanistan and Uzbekistan, ready to go into Iran covertly and destroy the most dangerous missile batteries. And I'd like permission to place two of our fleet of three Black Stallion spaceplanes in orbit, armed with precision-guided weapons to react in case Iran launches any attacks that we can't reach. I've sent this proposal to Mr. Minden and General Sparks for their review.”

“You're recommending putting a major strike force over Iran in the middle of their internal crisis?” Secetary of State Carson asked incredulously. “How do you think the Iranians will interpret such an action?”

“I don't intend for the Iranians to find out, Madame Secretary,” Patrick said, “but if they do, they'll know we mean business.”

“More gunboat diplomacy,” Carson said irritably. “Makes my job all the more difficult.”

“The Air Battle Force will stay out of Iran unless they lash out against the United States or our allies in the region,” Patrick said. “But once they move, they move swiftly and silently, and even after they engage they leave a very small footprint. If the Iranians never threaten our interests—if they confine their reaction to Buzhazi's insurgency to their own borders—we never go in. But if they do try to launch missiles or mobilize for large-scale operations, we can hit them in vital spots while our main forces start gearing up.”

“We don't need McLanahan's gizmos, sir,” Secretary of Defense Gardner said. “We've got one carrier battle group in the Persian Gulf, one in the Arabian Sea, and another in the west
ern Pacific en route to the Indian Ocean. There are twenty-five thousand NATO troops in Afghanistan, a thousand U.S. troops in Uzbekistan, fifty thousand in Iraq, and another fifty thousand ashore and afloat spread between Turkey and Diego Garcia. The Air Battle Force doesn't and never has integrated with the total force. They'll just get in the way.”

“But the fact is, Joe, they can send a tremendous force out there in a real hurry,” the President said. “Special Operations Command can send a small force out quickly; the army can send a big force out slowly. McLanahan's guys can send a big punch anywhere fast.”

“We're getting ahead of ourselves here, ladies and gentlemen,” Vice President Hershel said. “Looks to me like we're letting Buzhazi pull our strings now—he attacks, then we're forced to act when the Revolutionary Guards counterattack. Buzhazi's insurgency is an internal Iranian matter. We'd be provoking a serious and unpredictable Iranian response if anyone caught us sending covert military forces in or over Iran. Iran still commands a vital chokepoint in the Persian Gulf and is the most powerful Islamic military force in the entire region. Let's not get drawn into a fight we don't want by a disgruntled and disgraced Iranian general.”

“Mr. President, I'll be happy to look over McLanahan's plan and give the staff my thoughts,” General Sparks said, “but right now I'd advise against putting armed spacecraft in orbit, no matter how speedy or cool they are.”

“I agree,” Carson interjected. “And double goes for sending McLanahan's stealth bombers anywhere near Iran. We don't want to be seen as ratcheting up the tension. If Iran does lash out, they could claim it was our actions that led them to retaliate.”

President Martindale glanced back and forth between the videoconference screen and his advisers in the Oval Office. “I agree that our primary concern should be Iran's missiles and whether Masoud Ahmadad intends to use them,” the President said after a short silence. “General McLanahan has a plan for dealing with them, so I want the plan vetted right away. Patrick, be prepared to brief the national security staff as soon as the schedule permits.
General Sparks and Secretary Gardner will review it and have their comments ready as well.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Carl will find a slot in tomorrow afternoon's schedule—be ready by then. Thanks, Patrick.” He was about to motion for Minden to disconnect the videophone link, but Minden was taking a message from the White House office assistant. Minden's expression after he read the message got the President's full attention. “What now, Carl?”

“Message from Communications, sir,” Minden replied. “The wire services are reporting that Russia intends to file a protest with the United Nations Security Council to halt illegal overflight of American spaceplanes over its territory.”

“Oh, shit…”

“Several members of Congress have called for press conferences within the hour, including Senator Barbeau. General Lewars was right on—the press had wind of this already.”

“General Lewars, draft up a response so we can brief the staff and get a statement out right away,” the President ordered.

“Yes, Mr. President.”

“This is starting to smell like a big sewer leak right here in the White House, and I will personally kick his or her butt when I find out who it is.” He turned to the videophone: “Okay, Patrick, out with it. Did your guys overfly Russia? Do the Russians have a legitimate beef?”

“Our crew did overfly Russia, sir, but I don't think the Russians have a legitimate reason for a protest,” Patrick replied.

“Explain—and this better be good.”

“During its ascent, the spaceplane was lower than one hundred kilometers—about sixty miles—aboveground when it entered Russian airspace. One hundred kilometers is the altitude mentioned in the Outer Space Treaty as to where ‘space,' and therefore the treaty's provisions, begin. Russian military air defense operators broadcast a warning on the international emergency frequencies, which we received. When the spaceplane did not alter course
it was fired upon by Russian surface-to-air missiles. But the spaceplane was accelerating to suborbital velocity—approximately nine times the speed of sound—and it outran the S
AM
s.”

“So the crew did violate Russian airspace. Why?”

“I gave the order to do so, sir,” Patrick said. Both the President and the chief of staff nodded—they had already guessed that. “The Black Stallion had four passengers on board—the four Air Battle Force ‘Tin Men'—and I wanted the spaceplane on the ground as soon as possible to prepare it for another mission. The original flight plan had the spaceplane flying in a southeasterly orbital course which would have taken it away from hostile airspace but would have meant keeping them aloft for an extra three hours or longer and would have given the crew no military alternate landing airports. Based on those factors, I uploaded a suborbital flight plan to the crew that took them directly back to Dreamland…”

“Over Russia.”

“Yes, sir. But at all times the spaceplane was accelerating and climbing—it was not descending and decelerating like a warhead or missile would have. The spaceplane was not armed with anything more than hand-carried infantry weapons—it had no weapons of mass destruction or any kind of ground attack weapons of any kind.”

“None of that makes a rat's ass of difference, General,” Minden snapped. “The press is going to start a shitstorm over this, and Congress is going to jump in with both feet.”

“You've done it again, General McLanahan,” Secretary of Defense Gardner said bitterly. “You're starting to look as bad as Oliver North during Iran-Contra, running your own covert ops agency right out of the White House basement.”

“I authorized the mission over Iran, Joe…with your blessing, reluctant as it was,” the President reminded him.

“I judge the mission to help Buzhazi a success, sir,” Gardner said. “Unfortunately, General McLanahan's decision to send the spaceplane back over Russia will quite possibly erase all the good his crew did. This is going to kill the Black Stallion project for
sure.” He turned to the President and added, “I recommend we ground the Black Stallion project pending an investigation as to whether or not it was necessary to send it illegally over Russia without permission. It'll be necessary for you to remove McLanahan from his White House position and definitely not consider him for commander of HAWC pending the outcome of the investigation. We should also announce a suspension of all Black Stallion spaceplane flights. We can call it a ‘safety review' or ‘policy review,' whatever sounds appropriate, but they stay on the ground indefinitely.”

“That's the typical knee-jerk reaction to something like this, Joe—we don't need to indulge in it too,” Vice President Hershel said. “All the crew did was overfly Russia—they didn't attack, and they did nothing hostile.”

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