EndWar

“Mr. President, I hate to use this phrase, but it’s been bandied about in the past few hours. What we’re seeing so far from the Russians is an invasion plan, but one with a real failure of imagination.”

“Well, you’ve made me wince, so now you’d better explain.”

“The Russians are using all available avenues of approach, initiating the operation with basically no surprises. We expected them to seize those key towns up north to keep avenues open, which they are doing. We know they’ll push down 63 and 35. We’ve already seen them drop in a separate battalion augmented with petroleum specialists to help gain control of the fields and refineries up near Fort McMurray. And we know they’re using the avgas up in Behchoko to refuel their 130s. They sent some of those refueled planes farther south. The first flight passed Edmonton, so we believe they’re either bound for Calgary or maybe they’ll put down in Red Deer, right between the two cities. There’s a regional airport there that they might use as a staging area, sending infantry both north and south to the cities. Initially, they’ll need at least a battalion to fully secure each city until their reinforcements arrive.”

“How are we doing in the air?”

“So far the space backbone layer remains clear since the destruction of the ISS. Euro lasers and the Rods from God are fully online. We’ve managed to disrupt the Russians’ airborne network layer with Euro lasers, taking out those first surveillance and 130X craft, but that won’t last for long, since their fuel cells will need recharging. The tactical and terminal layers are where it’s all happening. We can take out their transports, but, as always, collateral damage is a primary concern, especially once they get near the cities.”

“Yes, and the joint chiefs know very well how I feel about that.”

She nodded. “You shoot a missile at one of the largest transport planes in the world and it crash-lands in downtown Edmonton, suddenly we’re the terrorists, invasion or not.”

“We won’t let that happen.”

“No, sir.” She regarded her notes. “The fighters from Alaska have had only limited success up in the Northwest Territories, given the Russian fighter escorts, but with the infrastructure concerns, the joint chiefs continue to assert that this will be a ground battle with close air support. The Russians seem to agree. We’ve seen no evidence that they’re readying strategic bombers. If they take Alberta, they’ll want to take it intact. Again, no surprises. The Rules of Engagement seem remarkably clear. The only unexpected thing they did was launch this attack during winter, making ground movement all the more difficult — but that goes for both sides.”

“You seem bothered by all of this.”

She hesitated. “Given our dealings with the GRU in the past year, sir, it would be foolish to assume this is all they have planned.”

“For all our sakes, I hope those fools in Moscow know where to stop.”

“Me, too. But while it’s perfectly logical for them to want control over the reserves in Alberta, you always wonder: is this just a diversion to keep eyes on Canada while they slip one under the table?”

“So we keep one eye on Canada and one on the rest of the world.”

“Yes, sir. And, oh yes, one more smaller matter. Green Vox and his cronies are back at it. They’ve delayed the Stryker brigade heading to Calgary.”

“What happened?”

“Not sure. Reports indicate they might have planted IEDs. But these weren’t roadside bombs. They might have been planted on the vehicles before they even left Fort Lewis. If that’s the case, it was definitely an inside job. Those crews are trained to go over their vehicles very carefully.”

“If a bomb is made to resemble a component that’s already there, how do you check for that?” asked Becerra.

“Exactly.”

“Are they moving again?”

“Just in the last hour.”

“Good.”

“But here’s what bothers me, sir. For the past eight years, the Green Brigade has hit targets all over the world, significant targets.”

“And you’re wondering why they’d attack Fort Lewis, then disrupt the convoy?”

“Two smaller bombs just went off at Fort McMurray Airport, where our Marines have landed. No one was hurt.”

“So the Russians have Vox back on their payroll. Another failure of imagination, eh?”

“Maybe so. I’m sure time will tell. Well, that’s all for now, Mr. President.”

“Thank you. And General, when that Russian recon force hits High Level, I’d like to monitor those channels.”

“Absolutely. Should be any minute now.”

“Where’s everyone else? Where are they?”

The captain shook his head.

Barnes and the medic were no longer moving, and the engineer was clutching his leg, shot in the femoral artery and bleeding all over the bay floor.