As the remaining diplomatic teams sat in the viewing stand, bored beyond measure, they felt the first light tremor through the soles of their feet. They assumed that it was the brigade of T-80 tanks rumbling by in the square below.
"This is the most blatant display of brutishness I have ever seen," the delegate from Great Britain declared.
He and several others was about to stand up and leave, but another light tremor coursed up through the stone balcony and made him hesitate. He looked out over the parade and saw that the T-80 tanks had passed by and there was nothing but spit-and-polish troops marching below, surely not enough to shake the very earth.
"Did you feel that?" he asked the Chinese delegate.
"Yes, I--"
The first real tremor struck. The British negotiator was thrown from his feet as the crowd below screamed in fear. The marching soldiers stopped and braced themselves against the heavy shaking. Suddenly a large building facade across the square broke free and fell into the mass of onlookers, crushing at least a hundred people. The Chinese delegate managed to get the Englishman to his feet, but as he did so the stone railing that surrounded the large balcony broke away and fell to the street. The men recoiled as screams of those crushed below rose from the street. As quickly as it had started the quake ended. The diplomats were shaken but unhurt as guards rushed forward to assist those who had fallen.
The earth suddenly rolled and shook again. The balcony, with more than a hundred of the world's representatives, cracked and broke away, sending them all a hundred feet to the street below. Several buildings swayed and then collapsed. Panic started first from the lingering crowd and then from the soldiers marching in the parade. As one, they broke ranks and ran for cover. As they did, the cobbled roadway split open beneath their feet and the gaping wound spewed high-pressure water from a hundred broken mains. Fifty or sixty of the smartly dressed soldiers fell into the widening crevasse and disappeared.
Across the city, buildings toppled and roadways collapsed. The very air around the city wavered as wave after wave pummeled the dilapidated and poorly constructed buildings. As the world cracked beneath them, the brigade of tanks vanished in a millisecond. Soldiers followed quickly afterward. At the airport, several of the MIG 29s that had taken part in the parade's flyover crashed as they attempted to land, the runway splitting and sliding thirty feet from its original position.
Three miles offshore, the seabed flew up like a bedspread being depressed and then quickly released, and the resulting tidal wave took two warships--a British and a United States destroyer--with it. Then the tidal surge wiped out thirty small towns and villages along the coast, the ocean washing up ten miles inland. It would be discovered in the days and weeks ahead that eighty thousand people had died. The earthquake continued for an unprecedented ten full minutes, sending a half a million North Koreans to horrible deaths from being crushed, burned alive, or drowned.
Across the border, barely a whisper of the earth's movements were felt as the South Korean military, along with the twenty-eight thousand American troops stationed at the border, went on full alert as a precaution against the North.
Across the Sea of Japan, seismographs measured tremors that went off the charts. Within minutes, word spread over the newswires that an 11.8 earthquake had rocked North Korea, the largest earth movement ever recorded. Immediately calls were sent into North Korea requesting that humanitarian forces be allowed to cross the border and land in ports for assistance to their people. However, the requests from frantic neighbors and other nations of the world went unanswered. They were informed, however, that the Communist military of Kim Jong Il had gone on full alert and division upon division had started to assemble at rallying points near the border.
The first strike of Thor's Hammer had sounded, and the world was stunned by its power.
THE IRAQ-IRAN BORDER
THE NEXT DAY
In the haze of the evening, when the sun was at its lowest point before disappearing into the flat wastelands of his country, the Iraqi general who had supervised the rebuilding of his nation's tank divisions after the devastating war with the UN used his binoculars to scan the miles directly to his front. The newly elected government of Iraq was using the American and British equipment that had been gifted to demonstrate a show of strength for his Iranian neighbors. Two full combat-equipped divisions were in place along a 170-mile front of the common border. It was indeed impressive, and the general knew that he could crush the Iranians in less than a day if it came to that.
"General, our radar has picked up a large aircraft in Iraqi airspace that has strayed from the designated commercial route. It is at thirty thousand feet and holding steady on a northerly heading. We have deduced it is a French-built Airbus commercial heavy."
"Very well, keep me informed. Also bring the air-defense batteries to full alert."
The Iraqi colonel nodded and moved off.
The general could not be concerned with a pilot who did not know his own routes. His concern was the five thousand Iranian T-90 tanks that faced him less than four miles away.
His priorities would soon shift.
The ranking Iranian general was just starting his evening prayers, when a tremendous headache suddenly struck him. It seemed to resonate from his inner ear and travel to the center of his brain. He became dizzy and almost fell over on his prayer rug. He steadied himself, feeling nauseated and shaky. Then the headache passed as suddenly as it had come. He straightened, using both hands to right himself, and that was when he felt the first tremors through the palms of his hands.
Outside, a thousand tank men had experienced the same effects as the general, some worse, others less, but they all had felt it as a wave that passed through them. Then they became disoriented as the earth started to move in earnest.
A hundred miles to the west, the same devastating headaches and earth movement were felt by the Iraqi military as they, too, were preparing for evening prayers.
Suddenly and without much more warning than a slight tremor, the earth became a liquid wave. On both sides of the border, tanks and men were tossed about as if they were walking upon a liquid surface. The movement increased as the very air became a wavy, disorienting wall of displacement. The earth cracked along a line that almost mirrored the border between the two nations. On both sides, artillery batteries were knocked over and explosions were heard and felt as air-defense batteries were tipped and knocked from their launchers.
The first of the Iranian tanks disappeared into a giant void hundreds of yards across that opened up as if the very earth had disappeared. Thirty-five tanks and their crews vanished in a split second. The devastation did not stop there. The fault opened even farther, faster than any of the men or their machines could respond to. In less than a minute, 90 percent of the Iranian divisions had disappeared. It was as if they had never existed.
On the Iraqi side of the border, the ground split and rushed toward the newly installed corps commander's HQ. The entire reinforced camp exploded upward and outward as if it had been sprayed off the desert floor by a giant fire hose. The land situated between the Tigris and Euphrates rivers rose to a height of 170 feet before it started its plunge back to the rivers. Then the rivers rippled violently, emptying their waters into the sky and surrounding desert. Entire villages and towns collapsed and were shaken into the desert sands. The fault ripped north into Baghdad and south into the Persian Gulf. The quake was causing the newly repaired capital city of Baghdad to moan as if it were a tired animal caught by the throat and shaken by a powerful beast. Towering buildings fell into their smaller neighbors, immediately killing hundreds of thousands.
Out at sea, three commercial oil tankers being escorted by two British destroyers through the Strait of Hormuz were suddenly pushed a mile from the shores of the United Arab Emirates as the gulf waters retreated from a conjoining undersea quake. Then the giant swell of water rushed back toward the land that it had only moments before vacated. The sea rose one hundred feet b
efore the watery tumult crushed the two warships and capsized the three supertankers. The tsunami continued into Kuwait and the United Arab Emirates, destroying the coastal cities and dragging back into the gulf more than 130,000 souls.
Finally, the earth became still.
Above, the supposed off-course commercial jetliner turned away after overflying a fifty-mile-long line of recent oil-well excavations that had gone unnoticed in the previous weeks just inside the Iraqi border.
The second strike of Thor's Hammer was complete, and the chess game had begun in earnest.
2
THE BLUE NILE RIVER, THREE HUNDRED MILES
NORTH OF ADDIS ABBA, ETHIOPIA
On the quiet river, a fishing boat bobbed gently at anchor. A red and blue striped awning was spread out over the length of the boat and its occupants were unseen. Several fishing poles were lazily bending over the gentle current.
The quiet of the late afternoon was harshly broken by the sound of a boat motor as it approached the anchored fishing vessel in the center of the laziest part of the river. This second boat was painted dull green and there were several men standing at its gunwales. As they approached the center of the Nile, they scrutinized the anchored boat with suspicious eyes. They saw a small American flag near the stern, next to the powerful outboard motor. The stars and stripes caught the gentle evening breeze and then relaxed as the brief respite against the heat dwindled to nothing.
The men watched as a lone head popped up from the interior of the boat and looked their way. One hand plopped over the side and struck the water and then the man gently rubbed water on his face. The men in the approaching boat sneered and the tall black man at the stern said only one word: "Americans."
They watched as the dark-haired man slid slowly into the boat as they moved on toward their destination. All twelve men were armed with lethal-looking machetes and four of them had Russian-made AK-47 assault rifles. The African leader kept his eyes on the American boat but relaxed when the American didn't reappear. Then he looked at the American camp across the way and saw that they were being watched from there also. He thought that after he was finished he just might as well see what the American archaeo-logical dig had in the way of ransom. He smiled and hefted his automatic rifle and its weight felt good to him, offering up that surge of power he always received when he was about to take human life.
"Who in the hell is running an aircraft engine on the river?"
Lieutenant Jason Ryan moved his head again and felt the explosion of pain as he attempted to open his eyes.
"Boat," he managed to say through a mouth that felt as if a herd of wildebeests had crapped in it.
"What?" another man asked from his prone position.
"It looked like a boat full of Bloods or Crips, or both. Some kind of nasty-looking gang anyway," answered Ryan.
At the stern, Colonel Jack Collins attempted to raise his aching head and look around. He saw the stern of the offending boat as it was now about fifty yards past their anchored position.
"I don't think Ethiopia has a gang problem, at least not yet," he said as he lay back down. "All I want is for that noise to stop."
Another irritating sound entered the air as another boat shoved off from shore and headed their way.
"What in the hell is all that noise? Is the Ethiopian navy conducting drills out here or what?" asked a large blond man in the front of the boat. He sat up and immediately regretted it. He pushed his way out from under ten beer cans and looked around.
Jack Collins looked from Jason Ryan to Captain Carl Everett and then nudged the black man passed out at his feet with dirty bilge water lapping at his face.
"Hey, Lieutenant, this was your party, so get up and get to the bottom of this, will you?"
"This was not my idea, Colonel. I was bushwhacked," the newly commissioned officer said, not even attempting to rise from the filthy bottom of the boat. "I don't feel so good," Will Mendenhall said as a follow-up.
"That new second lieutenant drunk and disorderly already, Jack?" Everett asked as he leaned over the side and splashed water onto his face and over his short hair.
"I think it was the combination of sun, rotgut whiskey, beer, and those old CDs the colonel brought," Ryan said as he leaned over the side of the boat, wondering if he was going to keep his dinner down or feed it to the fishes.
Collins squinted into the setting sun and shaded his eyes to spy the boat from camp as it moved toward them at a good clip. "Leave my music out of it, Lieutenant; you junior officers just can't handle your liquor," he said as he gently shook his head, trying to clear it of the effects of the alcohol they had consumed early that morning.
A man and a woman slowed and brought their rubber Zodiac next to the larger boat. The woman, who knew Colonel Collins only from hearsay, was shocked to see the state of the man and his security team. Vacation or not, this was not what she expected from the man who had become a legend in his two short years at the Event Group.
"Colonel, did you see those men just pass you?"
Collins looked into the young face of Lance Corporal Sanchez, who had taken over for Mendenhall so that he could join them to celebrate the former staff sergeant's commissioning as a new officer in the U.S. Army.
"Ryan did; he said they looked kind of salty."
"Well, we just received orders to take the dig team out of here. Seems something is going on farther north of here. Major earthquakes, the Group said. There's something else: the Ethiopian government issued a warning about groups of raiders plying the river. Those salty-looking guys just may be some of them," Doctor of Archaeology Sandra Leekie said as she tied the Zodiac to the larger boat. "And it's a shame, too, Colonel; we're starting to find some very strange stuff in these sands, things that really have no right to be here."
"Well, officially, Mr. Everett, Lieutenant Ryan and I aren't even supposed to be in this country. Will here"--he nudged Mendenhall with his shoe again--"is officially the security leader on this dig."
"The director radioed and warned us that there have been several raids on Ethiopian and Sudanese national and private dig sites all along the Blue Nile. He ordered us out," Leekie said as she spied the liquor bottles and beer cans strewn about the boat.
Collins looked downriver, where the first boat had disappeared. "Do you know who's down that way?" he asked.
"As far as we know, there's a minor dig site managed by some students and professors from Addis Abba, about a thousand yards upriver."
"Well, Doctor, get your ground team ready to move and--"
A distant gunshot sounded and echoed along the river. A scream was heard, followed by another crack of weapon fire. Mendenhall sat bolt upright at the sound and Everett and Ryan did the same.
"Sanchez, you and the good doctor get back and get our team to start packing up. I assume we have helicopters coming in to remove the dig team?"
"Yes, sir," the lance corporal answered.
"Okay, move. We'll check out what evil deeds our guests upriver are doing."
"Colonel Collins, may I remind you of what you just told me? You guys aren't even supposed to be here. Corporal Sanchez said you told Niles you were going fishing in Canada, so why don't you just come with us?" Leekie asked nervously.
Collins just looked at her and started pulling up the anchor. "I'm not responsible for my junior officer Mr. Ryan not knowing the difference between east and west when he flies. Besides, what Director Compton doesn't know won't hurt him."
When silence greeted his remark about the director of the Event Group, Collins, in between pulls to get the anchor aboard, looked at the pony-tailed Leekie.
"I kinda let it slip that you guys were here to celebrate Will's commissioning. I'm sorry," she said, biting her lower lip.
Everett stumbled back toward the stern. "Well, that cat's out of the bag. I guess we're in trouble again, Colonel," he joked, but then he turned seriously to the Zodiac. "Sanchez, you still have an Ingram in camp?"
"Yes, sir," the lance
corporal answered the question about the rapid-fire automatic machine gun hidden in a box of tools.
"Good, toss me that 9-millimeter, we may need it. Will, are you still armed?"
Mendenhall, not looking hung over at all, reached under a seat and brought out his own Beretta.
"Good. It's not much against what sounded like an AK-47, but it'll have to do."
"You guys are nuts. Director Compton's going to hang us all," the professor said as she untied the Zodiac just as Collins fired up the boat's motor.
"Hang on, Will; don't want to lose my new officer overboard. And grab that boom box and my CDs before they fall in the river."
"If these oldies went into the water it would be no great loss," Mendenhall mumbled as the boat shot forward.
"What was that?"
"I said I wouldn't want to lose this great music."
"That's what I thought you said."
Jack cut the large motor and let the boat's momentum carry them to the far riverbank, where it slid onto the soft brown sand with a hiss.
"Ryan, you and Will wait here while Everett and I check this thing out first."
"Oh, come on, Colonel, you always leave us be--"
Ryan's complaint about always being left behind was cut short when another scream erupted from somewhere in the bush ahead of them. It was definitely from a young woman.
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