“Well, as I said, Mr. Vice President, it’s all in the details, of course,” Barbeau interjected, “but I really don’t see any stumbling points to prevent this from being accomplished over time, do you, sir?” Phoenix only stared at her. She smiled back. “Neither do I. After all, we do it with nuclear weapons, nuclear laboratories, and strategic weapon systems every day.”
“Yes, but-”
“I’m sure the Chinese and Russians realize that removing the antisatellite weapons from the garages already in orbit will take some time and effort, a lot more than it would take from the land-or sub-based launchers,” Barbeau went on, “but we would commit ourselves to do it, and also to setting up a verification system on all sides to be sure it’s being accomplished to everyone’s satisfaction.” She looked at Phoenix, gave him another smile, then looked at the president. “Perhaps you would consider naming the vice president to chair the review panel concerning the National Space Policy, Mr. President?”
“Excellent idea, Stacy,” President Gardner said, looking carefully at Phoenix with a thin smile. “Although he has committed to being out on the campaign trail a lot more often, I don’t think the review panel would take up too much more of his time, and he does like to keep up on the latest technology. What do you say, Ken? Interested?”
“I think there are many better-qualified folks to take on this task, Mr. President, like Conrad or Miller,” Phoenix responded after a brief but clearly uncomfortable pause. But then he nodded and said, “But I’d be happy to do it for you, Mr. President.”
“I know you wanted to lead a commission to get congressional support for the Space Defense Force stuff, Ken,” the president said, “but I don’t think the two run at odds with each other-in fact, I think they could be complementary: You want the force brought up to speed as quickly as possible, but you also want to demonstrate America’s willingness to cooperate with the world community on eliminating the offensive use of space. Sounds like a win-win to me. What do you say?”
It was obvious Phoenix knew he was being railroaded, but he still nodded enthusiastically. “I’m your guy, Mr. President. Thanks for trusting me to do the job.”
“Very good,” the president said. “Progress reports regularly, get together with Walter to get your board members cleared and seated. Stacy, you can tell the Chinese that the vice president himself will chair the policy review board. Ask that it be kept confidential for now-that’ll guarantee it’ll be leaked right away.”
OFFICE OF THE MINISTER OF NATIONAL DEFENSE, BEIJING, PEOPLE’S REPUBLIC OF CHINA
DAYS LATER
“Welcome, welcome, General,” Chinese National Defense Minister Zung Chunxian said as General Hua Zhilun entered his office and bowed respectfully. The minister of defense extended his hand, and Hua shook it. “You’ve had a most impressive week I see. Come in and tell me about the test.”
“Xie-xie, Minister,” Hua said. Zung showed him to a seat as an assistant brought tea and served it for both of them. “I am very proud of my operations staff and the crew of Submarine 483. They executed the test perfectly. I wish to nominate Captain Han and his crew for a distinguished service award. The submarine’s position had to be precise and the launch perfectly timed, and the crew performed well.”
“It shall be done, General,” Zung said. “The submarine was under way when the missile was launched, I understand?”
“Yes, sir, at about ten knots. For optimal results, the submarine had to launch when inside a five-kilometer area at a certain time-almost no margin for error was permitted. In operational use, the timing is not as critical, but we wanted the best possible conditions for this demonstration.”
“The Central Military Commission and the president are pleased, General,” Zung went on. “Foreign Affairs Minister Tang tells me that he has received word that the Americans were so surprised-and intimidated, I should think-by the test that they are forming a panel to review their space policy, including a global reduction or ban on antisatellite weapons. What do you think of that?”
Hua looked a little surprised and disappointed. “Ban all antisatellite weapons? That would put us even further behind the Americans in research and development. Is the president considering it?”
“Of course not, General,” Zung said, waving a hand dismissively. “But if the Americans want to do it, we would not discourage them. If we did sign such a treaty, we would continue research and development and prepare to deploy the weapons in the case of any hostilities.” Hua looked relieved. “No, General, the commission was very pleased with the test, and they are taking a very hard look at expanding space and counter-space-weapon technology. Nothing China has done in recent years has riveted the attention of the Americans as much as that launch.”
“That is good to hear, sir.”
“In fact, the president advises me that our other proposal has been approved by the commission,” Zung said. “They want risk-reduction operations to be accelerated so they can request additional funds to expand the antisatellite program before negotiations begin to shut them down. Did you bring the data I requested?”
“Yes, sir,” Hua said, opening his briefcase and extracting a single piece of paper. “The Americans have thirteen Kingfisher weapon satellites in orbit-about half to a fourth of the proposed constellation, we do not know precisely. All but four are fully operational, based on data transmissions we intercept. One satellite makes almost no transmissions, although it appears to be responding to positioning commands. We believe this one’s weapon functions have malfunctioned and were shut down. The Americans will probably send an astronaut from the Armstrong Space Station to attempt repairs soon.”
“That sounds like a good candidate, General,” Zung said. “Will it be in position soon?”
“The timing could not be better, sir,” Hua said. “In five days the American satellite will be within range of our newest DF-21 installation in Taunggyi, Myanmar. That base has the most up-to-date version of the tracking and guidance software, and an improved missile and rocket motor. The launch window will be open for three hours once a day for approximately three days, and then will close for several days again before reopening, so we have a little leeway in case of other unforeseen complications.”
“Excellent,” Zung said. “Operation Shan-dian begins in six days. We will coordinate your operation to coincide with it. Hopefully the Americans will be too distracted by Shan-dian to pay attention to your test.”
“We will be ready, sir,” Hua said.
“Will the Americans detect the launch from Myanmar?”
“Yes, sir, most assuredly,” Hua said. “The Americans have two very good launch-detection systems: the Defense Support Program satellites, or DSP, and their replacement, the Space Based Infrared System, or SBIRS, satellites. SBIR has two components, high and low. DSP and SBIRS-High are designed to detect rocket launches almost everywhere on the planet with great precision and have a modest tracking capability. SBIRS-Low is designed to accurately track rockets and even fast-moving aircraft in flight, predict impact areas, and cue other space, sea- based, or land-based antimissile systems. Fortunately, SBIRS-Low is not fully deployed, so the chance of the Americans tracking a missile with it are extremely low.”
“I do not understand most of what you just said, General,” Zung said, rising to his feet and smiling, “but I trust the Americans will eventually determine that it was one of ours. The president and foreign minister must have an acceptable explanation ready for them. But we are hoping that Operation Shan-dian will distract them enough. Have your forces ready for the final execution order, and good luck.”
ARMSTRONG SPACE STATION
SEVERAL DAYS LATER
Kai Raydon was on his last mile of his twice-daily thirty-minute exercise routine in the daily-room module, which was a combination galley, entertainment center, gymnasium, and computer and crew communications room. He was strapped to an exercise bicycle, which used electric magnets to simulate resistance while pedaling, while at the same time he pushed and pulled on a rowing-style machine that also created resistance for upper-body toning. A vacuum vent above him sucked loose droplets of sweat into the station’s recycling system.
A crewmember from the day shift was waiting his turn to use the machine. “You’re hitting that thing pretty hard this morning, sir,” he commented.
“I’m scheduled to return to Earth in a few days for re-acc,” Kai said. “Re-acc,” or reacclimation, was required of
