'Some people call it God. Other people call it other things.'
'That answer is unsatisfactory.'
I closed my eyes and found myself deep in my initial dream, that of the paralyzed man in the dark room, watching the birth of the universe. 'I have a more detailed answer for you. For us all, I think. But-'
The lasers in the sphere began flashing wildly, creat¬ing a light so intense that I had to turn away.
'One moment, Doctor. I must attend to a critical matter, and I want to devote my full capacity to hearing what you have to say.'
I backed away from the black globe, praying that General Bauer was not attempting to launch his EMP strike.
Rachel gripped the edge of the conference table, her knuckles bone-white. Her eyes were on the NORAD screen showing the red arcs of the missiles. Those tar¬geted on White Sands and Washington were in what Bauer called the midcourse phase of their flights, hurtling through outer space at fifteen thousand miles per hour. But the arc of the third missile stretched past New Jersey and Delaware, blinking ominously as it moved down the Atlantic coast toward Virginia.
'We've entered the margin of error,' announced a technician. 'Missile should be two minutes from ground zero at Norfolk, but we could have detonations at any moment.'
Senator Jackson looked down from the screen show¬ing the bomb shelter at Fort Meade. His face was almost colorless. 'Tennant's not getting anywhere, General. Your bomber's in position. I think it's time to launch the EMP strike.'
General Bauer's body had gone rigid, his eyes locked on the NORAD screen. 'Senator, I've been thinking. If we detonate the EMP just after the missiles reenter the atmosphere, the electromagnetic pulse could knock out their guidance systems. Possibly their detonator systems as well.'
Rachel's heart swelled with hope. All the talk of termi¬nal phases and circular error probables had seemed unreal until she heard that an ICBM was thundering toward the spot where she now sat. She didn't like Horst Bauer, but his idea seemed a lot more likely to save her life than the metaphysical musings of the psychiatric patient she had fallen in love with. Trinity might be fascinated by David's visions, but it did not seem inclined to spare human lives because of them.
'What's the probability of success?' asked Senator Jackson.
'High. But we have a problem. The missile headed for Norfolk is already in its terminal phase of flight, but those headed for Washington and White Sands won't be for another fifteen minutes. We can knock down the first one or the last two. Not all three.'
' Washington is your priority, General. You must pre¬serve the life of the president and as much of the govern¬ment as possible. Even if that means allowing the first missile to detonate.'
Rachel closed her eyes. They were about to sacrifice part of the state of Virginia.
'Understood, sir,' said General Bauer. 'Corporal, give me a Lacrosse satellite image of the Norfolk-Hampton Roads area.'
'Yes, sir.'
On a secondary display screen, a satellite image of a night coastline appeared. Rachel knew it was coastline because the clusters and long sprays of lights on the left side of the screen vanished into blackness on the right. A dark space to the north of the brightest cluster of lights looked a lot like Chesapeake Bay.
Rachel had been to Norfolk once, for a medical con¬vention. She remembered dining with her son and her ex-husband on the bay. Her watch read 7:45 P.M. There would be people sitting at that same table now. Eating… laughing… oblivious to the new sun about to be born in the dark sky above them, incinerating every living thing for miles.
General Bauer walked closer to the technician moni¬toring the data coming from the NORAD computers at Cheyenne Mountain. 'We have a direct link with Arcangel?'
'Yes, sir.'
'Keep it open.'
'Sir.'
Rachel looked at the NORAD screen. The red mis¬sile track arcing toward Virginia was blinking so fast it was almost solid. The satellite image on the screen to the right looked tranquil, like a picture transmitted by the space shuttle on Christmas Eve. She could not comprehend the idea that in seconds that image would go black. And it didn't. Not all at once. First it went white, as though God had snapped a picture of the Earth. Then, slowly, large groups of lights began to wink out.
'Dear Lord,' someone whispered.
The screen showing the Norfolk area was almost com¬pletely black.
'General?' said one of the technicians.
'Tell me,' said Bauer, his voice low.
'NORAD just detected a high-energy flash near Norfolk.'
A strange numbness tingled in Rachel's face and hands. She said a silent prayer for the dead and dying.
'Near, Corporal? Or directly above?'
'Latitude and longitude show a detonation twelve miles east of the coastline. Circular error probable thirty miles from Norfolk. That's why we don't see a fireball on Lacrosse.'
General Bauer straightened, his eyes alight with hope. 'Was it an air burst?'
'Just a moment, sir. The readings seem to indicate a surface or shallow subsurface blast.'
'There's your Russian engineering!' shouted the gen¬eral. 'That's the malfunction you were hoping for, Senator!'
'What does that mean, General?' asked Senator Jackson.
'Nuclear weapons must be detonated above their tar¬gets for maximum effect. With a CEP of twelve miles and an underwater detonation, Russian incompetence just saved about two million American lives.'
The relief that swept through the room was short¬lived.
'What about the other two missiles?' asked Senator Jackson.
Rachel looked at the screen. Two red tracks were sliding down the map of Canada, one moving southeast over Hudson Bay, the other racing down the spine of the Rocky Mountains.
'Corporal?' said General Bauer. 'When will missile two and three enter the terminal phase of their flights?'
'Fourteen minutes, sir.'
'Patch me through to Arcangel. I want to talk to a… radar navigator.'
'Yes, sir.'
The Situation Room was suddenly filled with static and cockpit chatter. General Bauer leaned over the tech¬nician's desk and spoke into a microphone.
'Arcangel, this is Gabriel. You will execute six one seven four on my order. Is that clear?'
The reply was emotionless. 'Affirmative, Gabriel. On your order.'
General Bauer studied the screen showing the flight paths of the missiles. 'Approximately fifteen minutes.'
'Roger,' said the voice through the static. 'Fifteen minutes.'
General Bauer turned from the console and looked around the table in the Situation Room, his gray eyes confident. 'Everybody just settle in, folks. In fifteen min¬utes, the lights will go out and our computers will go down, but so will the ones that Trinity uses to control the Russian missiles.'
'How can you be sure those computers are in the U.S.?' asked McCaskell.
'I can't be. But even if they're in Asia, Trinity has to communicate with them over phone and data lines, and those are about to be fried by an EMP.'
Rachel had forgotten Ravi Nara, but now the neurol¬ogist stood and spoke in a quavering voice. 'General, with all respect for your plan, we have over twenty min¬utes before that missile reaches here. You have aircraft here, helicopters. Nonessential personnel could be evacu¬ated now.'
'Like yourself?' said General Bauer.
'And the women.'
'O ye of little faith,' murmured General Bauer. 'Take your seat, Dr. Nara. You're going to be fine.'
'Look!' cried John Skow, pointing to a screen to the right of the one showing Senator Jackson's committee.
