by James Rosone
Battlefield China
Book Six of the Red Storm Series
By
James Rosone & Miranda Watson
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©2018, James Rosone and Miranda Watson. Except as provided by the Copyright Act, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher.
Disclaimer
This is a fictional story. All characters in this book are imagined, and any opinions that they express are simply that, fictional thoughts of literary characters. Although policies mentioned in the book may be similar to reality, they are by no means a factual representation of the news. Please enjoy this work as it is, a story to escape the part of life that can sometimes weigh us down in mundaneness or busyness.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1: Winds of Change
Chapter 2: Calmer Heads Prevail
Chapter 3: Mongolia
Chapter 4: Decisions
Chapter 5: South China Sea
Chapter 6: Complications
Chapter 7: Rangers Away
Chapter 8: Project Enigma
Chapter 9: Operation Fortress
Chapter 10: Operation Sandman
Chapter 11: Operation Warhammer
Chapter 12: Where’s My Internet?
Chapter 13: Why Isn’t Google Working?
Chapter 14: Domestic Affairs
Chapter 15: Deception
Chapter 16: Operation Olympus
Chapter 17: Operation Gladiator
Chapter 18: A Desperate Push
Chapter 19: Awakening
Chapter 20: Breaking Point
Chapter 21: Decisions
Chapter 22: End-State
Chapter 23: Eerie Calm
Chapter 24: Crisis Brewing
Chapter 25: When Opportunity Knocks
Chapter 26: Battle for Lingyuan
Chapter 27: Endgame
Chapter 28: Operation Valkyrie
Chapter 29: End of an Era
Chapter 30: Characters’ Fates
For the Veterans
From the Authors
Abbreviation Key
Chapter 1
Winds of Change
April 16, 2019
Fort Meade, Maryland
National Security Agency
“Here’s your change,” the cafeteria cashier said to Katelyn Mackie, the President’s Chief Cyberwarfare Advisor.
“Thank you,” she replied, swiftly shoving the coins into her wallet. Then she grabbed her morning cup of joe and bagel with cream cheese. Had Katelyn not been in such a hurry to get to work, she probably would have stopped at a Dunkin’ Donuts for her staple macchiato and veggie and egg white sandwich.
Walking down the hall away from the cafeteria, she swiped her access card, which let her into the secured side of the building. After a couple of minutes of wandering down a hallway that was surprisingly crowded for that hour of the morning, she eventually reached the elevator bank in the center of the cavernous building. Rather than hitting a button to travel to one of the various floors like the others around her, she walked past the gaggle of government workers and sauntered up to a door being guarded by two United States Marines.
She smiled as she saw the familiar faces. One of the Marines at the door had lost a leg during the first days of the war in Korea. The government had issued him a prosthetic limb and sent him right back to work—this time guarding the nation’s utmost secrets.
“Good morning, Corporal Daniels, Lance Corporal Tips,” she said cheerfully.
“Good morning, Ma’am. Got your breakfast and a new haircut, I see,” replied Corporal Daniels. He had a mischievous look that almost seemed to say that if they’d met at a bar, he might ask her out.
“Come on, Corporal, you know the world runs on caffeine and adrenaline,” she said lightheartedly, eliciting a laugh and nods from the two sentinels. Katelyn presented her NSA credentials for them to read and then ran her coffee and brown-bagged bagel through the security scanner. She placed her JWICS-capable Blackberry in one of the locking metal phone boxes next to the guards and smiled as she walked through the scanner.
Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, the Marines returned her smile and let her pass. She then entered an access code into a keypad, which turned on the two biometric verification devices next to the door. She placed her right hand on the flat panel, which quickly lit up and carried out a scan of her five fingers and her palm, verifying the match. Seconds later, the iris scanner just above the panel turned on. She leaned in and looked directly at the soft blue light. Moments later, there was a soft beep and a hiss as the locked door popped open, allowing her to enter the nerve center of a very secretive office space tucked away inside the building.
As she walked toward her private office, adjacent to the operations floor, she was greeted by the duty officer and a few of her colleagues.
One of her male counterparts sidled up to her as he approached her office. “New haircut—you have a new boyfriend I should know about?” he asked playfully, an eager smile on his face.
Katelyn shot him a disapproving look. “No, Tyler. I just wanted to change things up. I’m visiting the White House a lot more lately, and I want to make sure I look professional and presentable in case I’m asked to speak to anyone outside of the National Security Council.”
Tyler held his hands up in mock surrender. “OK, OK. If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s cool with me.”
Sitting down in her chair, she immediately started to log in to her numerous computer terminals, emails and accounts. Tyler plopped down in the chair across from her desk.
“Seeing that you’re still here, I presume you have something important you needed to talk to me about?” she asked, continuing to type her passwords into one system after another.
“You did get my text message, right?” he asked, his left eyebrow raised quizzically.
“You mean the message you sent me at 1:09 a.m.? Yeah, I saw it. That’s why I’m here thirty minutes early.”
“It’s happening,” he said. “It’s finally happening, Kate.”
“Lightning Wing?” she asked, swiveling her chair around to face him.
“Yeah,” Tyler answered. “Our source in the PLA Air Force sent a coded message an hour before I sent you that text. He didn’t know exactly when, but he said it was happening and soon.”
“Did you and the rest of the team make sure everything on our end is set? That we’re ready when this happens? I need to know we’re prepared before I call the White House,” she said cautiously. She hoped everything was going to work out.
Tyler nodded. “I double-checked the code myself. It’s ready to go. Once they start things, they’ll have no way of knowing we’re mirroring everything. If they ever did find out, they’d have to replace every drone to completely get rid of the firmware in them—not an easy task.”
Katelyn leaned back in her chair, looking nervously at the ceiling. What they were about to do could totally screw up the economy, but it would probably win the war. “God, I hope we’re not making a huge mistake,” she reflected.
Katelyn took a deep breath and let it out. “OK,” she said. “Inform the Director that it’s happening, so the agency can begin to prepare for it. I need to let the National Security Advisor know.”
With the decision made, Tyler stood and exited her office, leaving Katelyn to inform her own masters in D.C.
She turned her SECRET Tandberg on, which would provide her a secured video connection, and dialed Tom McMillan’s line, hoping to catch him in his office. It rang three times. Then the screen opened up and she saw Tom sitting in
his chair behind a stack of folders.
“Good morning, Katelyn. I suspect you’re about to give me some bad news, calling me first thing in the morning like this,” he remarked, getting up from his desk to close his office door before sitting back down.
She sighed. “I’m afraid so. You remember during the summer, we provided you with a brief about a Chinese operation called Lightning Wind? The one that entailed the use of those new UAVs and the disabling of the Allies’ commercial satellites?”
Tom thought for a moment, then his entire demeanor changed. “I thought you guys said the Chinese would probably not tamper with the global commercial satellite systems. Are you saying something has changed?”
She nodded. “We received a coded message from our source. He told us they’re moving forward with the entire plan, and soon.”
Tom looked concerned. He turned away from her and looked at something on the wall for a few seconds, obviously collecting his thoughts. “This is going to change everything. I need you here to brief the President. I’m sending a helicopter to pick you up. We don’t have time to waste with you stuck in the morning commute. Be ready to meet your ride at the helipad in ten minutes,” he ordered. Then he disconnected the call without saying goodbye.
Katelyn was not offended by the abrupt ending. She knew McMillan had to get the President’s schedule cleared, and a lot of other people needed to be brought up to speed on what was about to happen.
*******
White House
President Wally Foss was sitting outside on the upper portico of the White House, which overlooked the front lawn and the city. The morning rush hour was in full swing, complete with the periodic honking of horns, the bumper-to-bumper traffic, and the sidewalks bustling with people heading to their places of work.
He reached down and grabbed another slice of duck bacon as he thumbed through the morning headlines on his tablet. He didn’t have time to read all the articles, but he liked to get caught up on the initial morning bullet points to get a sense of where things stood with the public. He’d have his morning intelligence brief in another half hour, and that would get him up to speed on the behind-the-scenes stuff the public seldom knew about.
Just as Foss polished off his second piece of duck bacon, Josh Morgan, his Chief of Staff, opened the door to the portico and walked up to him. “Sorry to disturb you, Mr. President,” he said, “but an urgent matter has come up that you need to address.”
Foss looked up and examined his friend’s face, which registered a mix of anxiety and anger. This was obviously serious. The President scooped up a quick mouthful of eggs and grabbed the last piece of bacon before following him down to the working level of the White House.
They skipped going to the Oval and went straight to the Presidential Emergency Operation Center, deep underground. The PEOC had essentially become Foss’s war room after the President had sought to separate the duties of the war and domestic affairs by holding the meetings for each in separate rooms on different levels of the White House.
When Foss entered the room, Tom McMillan cleared his throat, silencing everyone at the table. “Katelyn should be here momentarily, Mr. President, but I can go ahead and get you up to speed on what’s happening.”
Foss nodded and reached for the pen sitting next to the pad of paper in front of him. “OK,” he answered. “Let’s get going, then, but don’t get too far ahead of Kate. I suspect this is going to be more of her show once she arrives.”
Tom nodded. “This past summer, we briefed President Gates about a secret Chinese Air Force program forming up at that time that could radically impact the landscape of the war. The PLA had developed several new UAVs—drones that will most certainly will change the face of modern warfare.”
The tension in the room thickened. Foss and the others shifted in their seats a bit, but everyone held their tongues for the moment.
“Their new UAV weapon platforms appear to be at least a decade ahead of ours. Each design has a specific mechanism for countering our defenses.”
Tom brought up an image of a very sleek-looking fighter drone. “This image was captured and smuggled out of China at great expense. It’s the first of the UAVs, though there appear to be two versions of it. It’s called the Long Huo, or Dragon’s Fire. DARPA has been developing a similar capability with Raytheon and General Dynamics for nearly fifteen years. It’s a hunter-killer drone—in many ways, it’s similar to our Reaper drone or the Russians’ Zhukov, but these are much more advanced.”
He pulled up some more detailed schematics of the drone to display on the screen. “The key difference is that, unlike other UAVs, this one operates much like a fighter plane. Without a pilot, the PLA was able to eliminate a lot of safety and redundancy systems a manned aircraft would naturally have, which means this aircraft can outfly and outmaneuver anything we’ve ever built. The UAV is large, almost the size of an F-16, with a wingspan of nine meters. It’s built like a fighter plane, and in reality, it is a fighter plane. It’s jet-powered, with a flight range of 550 kilometers fully loaded and a ferry range of 3,900 kilometers.
“As I said earlier, there are two versions of this UAV. The first image I just showed you was the fighter version. On each wingtip is an air-to-air missile, and underneath the UAV is an internal weapons bay that we believe can hold either six or eight additional air-to-air missiles. Our source was not able to get us the full schematics of the aircraft, only parts of it.
“I don’t have much further information to give other than what I’ve just shown you. There’s a small group at DARPA who can provide more detailed specifics. What I can share are the few specs we have on the ground-attack version of this beast.”
He pulled up another image of a similar UAV—though the shape was slightly different than the fighter version, more squatted with wider wings. “The ground version isn’t nearly as aerodynamic as its sister, and from what DARPA’s been able to extrapolate from the information on it, it’s also a bit slower. They estimate its speed to be around 720 kilometers per hour, with a flight range of between 350 and 400 kilometers when fully loaded. We have no idea if the UAV is armored, or what its full payload capacity is. We do know we’ve spotted it once or twice in use in Vietnam, but we were never able to get any video or pictures of it. We only knew about it from stories some of our ground assets were able to relay to us. We’re still learning a lot about this UAV. Again, DARPA can probably provide more information on it than I can.”
The Air Force Chief of Staff jumped in. “Do we know where this UAV is being constructed? Perhaps we can try to target where they’re building them and reduce the likelihood of seeing any sort of swarm impacting us on the battlefield.”
Admiral Meyers took this question for Tom. “I spoke with the same people at DARPA Tom has been consulting with, along with our guys at NSA and DIA. They told us a large part of the Chinese aerospace industry was actually located in Shenyang, the city we nuked during the opening hours of the Korean War. Last we heard, most of the aerospace industry had been moved down to the city of Guangzhou and the surrounding area. It’s pretty heavily defended, and just far enough inland that it would require a large-scale ground invasion for us to attack them there.”
The President chewed on that for a moment. “If this is where the Chinese are building their new superweapon, then perhaps it’s where we need to focus our efforts,” he asserted, pausing to let out a deep breath before he turned back to his generals. “Look, I know President Gates was all for invading the Chinese mainland and bringing the fight to the enemy, but after the most recent Chinese raid on our B-2 and B-1 bomber bases, I’d say they nearly knocked our strategic bombing ability out of consideration. We’ve lost 65% of our B-2s since the start of the war and nearly 50% of our B-1s. We’re burning through cruise missiles faster than we can make them.”
Before the President could continue, the outer door to the PEOC opened and Katelyn Mackie walked in. The room grew silent as she headed to her seat, next to McMillan�
��s. “Sorry I’m late. My ride from Fort Meade was a few minutes behind schedule,” she said, looking at the slide McMillan had just finished briefing. She immediately knew from the looks on everyone’s faces that she had just interrupted an important discussion, so she stayed silent, waiting to be called on next.
The President commented, “All I’m saying is that, in light of what Tom’s been discussing and what I’m sure Katelyn is going to bring up, I just have some serious reservations about the upcoming offensives, that’s all.” He gestured for the cyberwarfare advisor to take the floor. “Please, Katelyn, bring us up to speed. I can continue my discussion with the generals later. Besides, I have a feeling what you’re about to tell us is going to change a few plans we already had in the works,” the President said with a slight wink. He liked Katelyn; she was incredibly smart, and somehow wise for someone so young. She was an out-of-the-box thinker, and he knew Gates had thought she would be one of the key people in helping the US defeat the Chinese.
“Yes, Mr. President. Again, sorry for my tardiness,” Katelyn said. She pulled her NSA-issued laptop out of her small carrying bag and swiftly hooked it up to the overhead projector. “If I may, Mr. President, I want to use some illustrations and videos to demonstrate the next UAVs and our plans for countering them. Before we go down this road, I want to take a moment to let you know that as grave as these new weapons sound, we do have a plan in place to respond to them.”
While the President seemed skeptical, she could hear several of her counterparts breathe a sigh of relief. She smiled. It was nice to have such a vote of confidence in her abilities. Of course, her programs had already wreaked havoc in Russia, and the attack on the Indian transportation sector had sent that country’s economy into a tailspin. Her actions might very well be the impetus for the Indians to end the conflict with the Allies.
She continued, “At the beginning of the war with Russia and China, all sides went after each other’s military and spy satellites. They also went after the global GPS system with a DDoS attack, as you’ll recall, though that issue has largely been fixed. Within a week, the major global powers established a détente to leave the civilian satellite infrastructure alone; the interruption in the GPS system caused such an immense worldwide disruption that I think even the Russians and Chinese had to face how heavily dependent they had become on these systems. Once all parties realized that everything from transportation to logistics to weather had been affected, a compromise was put in place, and the agreement still stands today.