by Dale Brown
ACT OF WAR
DALE BROWN
This book is dedicated to my close friend U.S. Army Reserve Command Sergeant Major Raymond Jefferson. Two tours in Vietnam, two decades repairing avionics for the Air Force, and a lifetime training infantry soldiers for combat in the Army Reserve, Ray was one of the most professional, dedicated, generous, and trustworthy men I have ever known.
He didn’t want a gravesite or even a marker—instead, he wanted an American flag raised above his fellow veterans’ resting places. Ray’s flagpole is there, in front of the new Veteran’s Court of Honor. He’s still leading his troops, just as he had been most of his life in the Army he loved.
Job well done, Command Sergeant Major. Rest easy.
Contents
ACRONYMS
REAL-WORLD NEWS EXCERPTS
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
The President’s National Security Adviser, Robert Hall Chamberlain, strode into…
CHAPTER TWO
The Gibraltar-flagged cargo ship King Zoser rode at five knots,…
CHAPTER THREE
Jason Richter kicked off the rough green wool U.S. Air…
CHAPTER FOUR
That night, Jason and Ariadna had dinner in a mesquite…
CHAPTER FIVE
Jorge Ruiz was a farm boy, but Manuel Pereira was…
CHAPTER SIX
He had never seen security such as this. Upon checking…
CHAPTER SEVEN
We found him!” Special Agent Ramiro Cortez shouted in the…
CHAPTER EIGHT
It had not taken as long as he thought it…
CHAPTER NINE
The place looked deserted; the doors were locked. The rather…
EPILOGUE
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
OTHER BOOKS BY DALE BROWN
CREDITS
COPYRIGHT
ABOUT THE PUBLISHER
ACRONYMS
APC—armored personnel carrier
ARG—Accident Response Group (Department of Energy)
ARL—Army Research Laboratory
CID—Cybernetic Infantry Device
DOE—Department of Energy
GAMMA—originally Grupo do Abaete de la Movimento Meio Ambiente, the Environmental Movement Group of Abaete; changed to Guerra Alliance de la Movimento Meio Ambiente, or the Environmental Movement Combat Alliance
GSF—General Security Forces (Egyptian interior paramilitary forces)
GUOS—Grenade-launched Unmanned Observation System (“Goose”)
HEAT—High Explosive Antitank
HMMWV—High-Mobility Multipurpose Wheeled Vehicle (Humvee)
ITB—Infantry Transformational BattleLab
LAWS—Light Antitank Weapon System
MILES—Multiple Integrated Laser Engagement System
NBC—Nuclear/Biological/Chemical
NEST—Nuclear Emergency Search Team
NSC—National Security Council
ONC—octanitrocubane
PME—Policia Militar do Estado, Brazilian State Military Police
PPD—Presidential Protection Detail
SA—Special Agent
SAC—Special Agent in Charge
TGE—TransGlobal Energy
THREATCON—Threat Condition
TO&E—Table of Organization and Equipment
TOW—Tube-Launched Optically Tracked Wire-Guided Missile
UAV—Unmanned Aerial Vehicle
UCMJ—Uniform Code of Military Justice
REAL-WORLD NEWS EXCERPTS
DEFENSE ADVANCED RESEARCH PROJECTS AGENCY (DARPA), http://www.darpa.mil, August 2000—The Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency (DARPA) is soliciting innovative research proposals on Exoskeletons for Human Performance Augmentation (EHPA). The overall goal of this program is to develop devices and machines that will increase the speed, strength, and endurance of soldiers in combat environments. Projects will lead to self-powered, controllable, wearable exoskeletal devices and/ or machines.
The technological challenges that must be addressed are energy sources, power by generation, haptic interfaces, control algorithm development, as well as integration of actuation systems and all previously mentioned subsystems into a machine with an anthropomorphic architecture. Highly efficient actuators must be developed that can utilize a high-density, man-wearable energy source in both a safe and quiet manner. The power provided to the EPHA system must support the exoskeleton for a duration of military significance, initially estimated to be four to twenty-four hours. Control approaches must be devised that enable direct and seamless interaction between human and machine. Finally, these devices and machines will be demonstrated in order to evaluate their utility to various military operations.
EHPA will enable new capabilities for ground forces. Inclusion of exoskeleton technology into land-based operations will extend the mission payload and/or mission range of the soldier. Exoskeletons will also increase the lethality and survivability of ground troops for short-range and special operations. The enhanced mobility and load-carrying capability provided by the exoskeleton will allow soldiers to carry more ballistic protection and heavy weaponry. To meet the challenges set forth, DARPA is soliciting devices and machines that accomplish one or more of the following: (1) assist pack-loaded locomotion; (2) prolong locomotive endurance; (3) increase locomotive speed; (4) augment human strength; and (5) leap extraordinary heights and/or distances. These machines should be anthropomorphic and capable of bearing distributed loads, such as that generated by extensive armor protection, as well as typical pack loads.
UC BERKELEY RESEARCHERS DEVELOPING ROBOTIC EXOSKELETON THAT CAN ENHANCE HUMAN STRENGTH AND ENDURANCE—University of California-Berkeley, http://www.berkeley.edu, March 2004—The mere thought of hauling a seventy-pound pack across miles of rugged terrain or up fifty flights of stairs is enough to evoke a grimace in even the burliest individuals. But breakthrough robotics research at the University of California, Berkeley, could soon bring welcome relief—a self-powered exoskeleton to effectively take the load off people’s backs.
“We set out to create an exoskeleton that combines a human control system with robotic muscle,” said Homayoon Kazerooni, professor of mechanical engineering and director of UC Berkeley’s Robotics and Human Engineering Laboratory. “We’ve designed this system to be ergonomic, highly maneuverable, and technically robust so the wearer can walk, squat, bend, and swing from side to side without noticeable reductions in agility. The human pilot can also step over and under obstructions while carrying equipment and supplies.”
The Berkeley Lower Extremity Exoskeleton (BLEEX), as it’s officially called, consists of mechanical metal leg braces that are connected rigidly to the user at the feet, and, in order to prevent abrasion, more compliantly elsewhere. The device includes a power unit and a backpack-like frame used to carry a large load. Such a machine could become an invaluable tool for anyone who needs to travel long distances by foot with a heavy load. The exoskeleton could eventually be used by army medics to carry injured soldiers off a battlefield, firefighters to haul their gear up dozens of flights of stairs to put out a high-rise blaze, or rescue workers to bring in food and first-aid supplies to areas where vehicles cannot enter…
STRATEGIC FORECASTING INC., www.stratfor.com, 21 May 2004, © 2004 Stratfor, Inc. —Although Stratfor believes that [terrorist] strikes could be carried out against multiple targets of opportunity, certain factors—including time and al Qaeda’s targeting criteria—lead us to conclude that Houston, Texas, is near the top of the list. Not only is it home to much of the nation’s oil infrastructure, which carries significant economic implications, but it also is a city of 5 million people—and the home of former President George H. W. Bush. A str
ike here would lend a personal nature to the attack that would send a clear message across the desk of President George W. Bush….
In this case, we believe a truck bomb is the most likely delivery mechanism—perhaps a stolen delivery van, helping to mask the driver’s intentions. This scenario was discussed by a sleeper cell in New York City before the first World Trade Center attack in 1993, and al Qaeda has shown a tendency to return to previous attack plans. The assailants might use a ramming car to break through perimeter fences while either shooting or running over security guards. However, it also is feasible that they could use legitimate company identification cards in order to slip past the guards. Once near the target, the explosive would be detonated, killing the attack team…
“WHO’S GUARDING U.S. MILITARY EQUIPMENT?” by Michelle Malkin, posted October 29, 2003, on WorldNet-Daily.com, © 2003 Creators Syndicate Inc. “…A possible terrorism nexus here is clear…. There are at any given time severalhundred military vehicles on [the Maine National Guard Facility, Limestone, Maine] site, and security is nonexistent. The fact that undocumented foreign nationals are illegally transporting this equipment throughout the U.S. with access to the Limestone facility and other military facilities also would seem to pose a threat…”
…This is not the first time suspicious foreign nationals have been caught around the Maine National Guard site. In June, according to the Border Patrol, a Humvee was stolen from the Limestone facility. While searching for the missing vehicle, agents apprehended a Russian illegal alien nearby. He had a valid New York State commercial driver’s license allowing him to haul hazardous materials and a pass that granted him access to seaports along the East Coast—including high-level security bonded customs areas. Also this summer, two other Russian nationals, dressed in military battle dress uniforms, were stopped by Canadian authorities as they attempted to enter the U.S. at an unguarded crossing approximately 20 miles south of Limestone…
PROLOGUE
Kingman City, Texas
Present time
Just twenty precious minutes more—and the global war for freedom from death and tyranny would enter the next level. The closer the driver came to his target, the more his blood boiled and his adrenaline level kicked up to even higher levels.
I am a man of peace, the driver told himself for the umpteenth time as he made his journey, but if any man on Earth deserved to die, it was Harold Chester Kingman, president and CEO of TransGlobal Energy Corporation. The man’s destructiveness and greed were exceeded only by his immense ego. The highways and roads leading to his target were so audaciously named, the driver noted with disgust, that one could practically make the trip without once referring to a map of any sort: from Interstate 45, take the Harold Chester Kingman Parkway off-ramp, head west on Kingman Parkway to TransGlobal Avenue, then south on Dominion Street to the front gate. Kingman had even changed the name of the town itself: known as Texas City since 1893, the oil, gas, and nuclear energy mogul changed the name when he purchased the entire area just a few years ago. Why, thought the driver, didn’t Kingman just put his name on every street sign in the city, perhaps with the title “King,” “Lord,” or “Slave Master” added for good measure?
The driver followed the signs to the truck entrance a bit farther south, noting the security cameras arrayed along every portion of the road. As he got closer, he noticed more and more roving patrols in sport-utility vehicles, with supervisors in sedans, enforcing the enforcers. Yes, paranoid: Kingman trusted no one. From many previous trips here, the driver knew that those SUVs were heavily armored and could probably withstand a rocket-propelled grenade round, then return fire with their own heavy weapons, including assault rifles, machine guns, and grenade launchers. But as tight as security was, the driver remarked to himself that it got tighter and more sophisticated every time he came here. Was it merely the nature of post–9/11 American industrial society, or was it Harold Chester Kingman’s supreme ego and paranoia at work? Whatever it was, TransGlobal Energy was surely expending an even greater percentage of their enormous profits on security these days.
Not that Kingman was paying for it, of course—it simply meant that his workers worked harder for even less pay, and he jacked up prices across the board for his products and services, perhaps double the cost of the added expenses. Kingman obviously wasn’t suffering because of all these outlays for an elaborate and even outlandish show of security—in fact, he was profiting handsomely from it, telling the world that it was these security measures responsible for the steep price increases, layoffs, and pay cuts.
The front gate to the immense TransGlobal Energy Transshipment and Refinery Complex, about twenty miles south of Houston, resembled some kind of futuristic sci-fi fortress—or prison, depending on how you looked at it. The incoming gate was an entrapment area, with two gates enclosing an arriving vehicle so that there was no direct opening to the outside at any time. In addition, the moving gates were massive barriers made with twenty-centimeter-square steel posts, topped with coils of razor wire. Those gates looked strong enough to stop a main battle tank.
The driver approached the outside guard shack and parked just outside the steel gates, despite a large sign that read “DO NOT APPROACH GATE UNTIL CLEARED.” The guard shack was no longer a “shack”—this was now a brand-new concrete bunker, with gun ports and thick one-way mirrored bulletproof glass instead of the old simple wooden building, screen door, and smiling, mildly bored guards. He had been here only a couple weeks and this bunker wasn’t here the first time he’d arrived. He stepped over to the large glass window, idly flipping through a metal form holder.
“Move your vehicle away from the gate, Officer,” an electronic voice ordered through a hidden speaker.
The man on the outside looked up, squinting through the spotlights shining on him from around the window. “Is that you, Tom?” the man asked. “What’s with the lights?” He knew what the lights were for, of course—they darkened and obscured his view of the inside of the guard bunker, and also allowed them to take more detailed digital photos of him.
“You need to move your car away from the gate until you’re cleared in, Patrolman Kelly,” the voice said again. “Back behind the yellow line.”
Texas Department of Public Safety (DPS) Sergeant Frank Kelly squinted in mild irritation and looked back down at his forms. “Well, clear me in then, and I’ll be on my way, Tom,” he said. He looked at his watch impatiently, hoping they’d get the hint. Usually the sight of someone in a DPS uniform made folks nervous, from young motorists right up to CEOs of Fortune 500 companies, even if they were totally innocent. The DPS enforced not only highway traffic laws but safety and security laws for important public transportation facilities such as ports, harbors, and truck terminals. They had the authority to shut down any facility that didn’t strictly comply with Texas law, so every trooper was usually treated with a high degree of respect.
“Procedures have changed, Frank,” a different voice said. “You obviously didn’t get the memo.”
“You’re going to make me back the damned car up twenty lousy feet before you’ll let me in, Tom?” the officer asked, the exasperation more evident in his voice. “All I want are the tanker inspection logs and I’ll be out of your hair.”
“Frank, the entry procedures have changed,” the invisible guard inside the bunker said apologetically. “We notified DPS headquarters and all the area substations last week. I’m sorry, but you know, procedures are…”
The officer held up his hands in mock surrender. “Okay, okay, I know: procedures are procedures,” he said. “I’ll back up behind your big bad yellow line.” He slapped the metal form holder shut with a loud bang! and walked back to his marked Crown Victoria cruiser.
So much for the rock-solid intelligence they had so far been receiving, Kelly thought, fighting to act inconvenienced and put off. All this added security was unexpected. And the new guardhouse—where in hell have the lookouts been all this time? It should have been plain eno
ugh to even untrained observers to notice that these damned blockhouses were being built at the entrances! He glanced in his rearview mirror, noting that the street behind him was still clear—no trucks or other security vehicles were boxing him in.
A moment later, the guard he knew as Tom stepped out of a revolving steel security turnstile and approached the cruiser, an M-16 rifle slung on one shoulder. Kelly noted that he also wore an automatic pistol instead of the cheap standard-issue revolvers most security guards here wore. Another serious breakdown in intelligence. At that moment, one of TransGlobal’s royal blue armored Suburban security vehicles appeared on the street behind him and stopped about fifty yards away, a gun port on the right rear door open. Now Kelly was starting to sweat.
A knock on his driver’s-side window startled him, but he quickly regained his composure and hit the switch to roll the window down. It was Tom. “You okay, Frank?” he asked.
“You guys expecting a war or something, Tom?” Kelly asked, ignoring the question. “Now you’re toting M-16s? I’m not even issued one anymore.” Tom made a quick glance around inside the cruiser but quickly returned his eyes to Kelly’s. “Is there a fucking problem here, Tom?” He reached over and snatched the cruiser’s microphone off its clip with an angry pull. “Okay, I didn’t read the memo, or if I did, I forgot about it. You want to bust my balls over it so you look good in front of all your new security cameras, fine. Should I call my supervisor, or did you already do it?”
“Relax, you big Mick chump, relax,” Tom said with a smile. He held up a piece of paper. “I just came out to give you a copy of the memo. We haven’t implemented most of the procedures on there, but the new guys are pretty gung-ho and they feel pretty tough with their assault rifles and Berettas.”