HAWC crew to go down. His crew got six confirmed kills, though. Every Megafortress got at least three-an incredibly awesome display.”
“I hope they find him, ” Patrick said. “How about the rest?” Elliott took a deep breath. “Five B-52s, one B-I, one B-2, ” he said in a quiet voice, his face hard and somber. “No confirmed KIAs, though.”
“And how goes the war?” Elliott’s face brightened a bit as he replied, “Preliminary post-strike data is hard to believe-I mean, really hard to believe. It’s too early to tell for sure, but we might have sunk or damaged as many as one-third of the damned Chinese navy’s destroyers. We’ve counted as many as fifteen frigates sunk or severely damaged, and we lost count of all the patrol boats we nailed. Even better, we’ve got reports of several amphibiousassault ships damaged or destroyed in Davao Gulf, and we’re still receiving shortwave radio messages from Samar’s troops broadcasting from the airport. The broadcasts talk about thousands of Chinese Marines dead, a couple hundred captured, and the entire Bangoy Harbor burning from all the dead ships.” He tried not to sound too happy over apparent high Chinese casualties, but from the warrior’s point of view, the first night of battle had gone well for the Air Battle Force. McLanahan felt a tingle over his entire body when he heard the news-no matter how horrible war was, if there had to be a war, then news of success on the battlefield was always welcome. “So when do we go back out?”
“We may be called in for air operations over Zamboanga and Puerto Princesa, ” Elliott replied, “but with only two or three destroyers left for Chinese air defense and fighter control, the bombers should have free rein over Mindanao. We should be able to bring tankers closer to Mindanao, so we can set up real fighter combat air patrols for the bombers and Navy shipsand if that’s true, they won’t need Megafortress escort bombers anymore. I’m sure they won’t use B-2s either, now that most of their big warships and the Mount Apo radar site have been destroyed. HAWC might be out of the battle, I think. “The Army’s Twenty-fifth Infantry Division might try an invasion to Davao in order to keep the Chinese ground troops from massing on Mindanao, ” Elliott added. “But the Chinese Navy got a pretty good thrashing last night, and they know we can do it again-the second round of Tomahawk and bomber attacks began shortly after the first strike package withdrew, and initial indications look like they encountered virtually no resistance even in daylight hours. I hope the politicians in Washington and Beijing get their acts together and call a halt to this thing right now.” That, Patrick McLanahan agreed, was every warrior’s silent prayer-go and get ready to fight, but hope like hell they don’t have to. MALACANANG PRESIDENTIAL PALACE, MANILA REPUBLIC OF THE PHILIPPINES The door to the rooftop helicopter landing pad burst open, and First Vice President Daniel Teguina, surrounded by no fewer than ten bodyguards, rushed through the doorway. While six soldiers spread out to cover each side of the pad, the other four kept Teguina hidden from view, M16 rifles at the ready. Despite his formidable protection, Teguina looked like the animal being hunted-which in effect he was. He carried with him a suitcase filled with American currency, Filipino bearer bonds, gold bullion, and other various treasures he could find in Arturo Mikaso’s vaults and in government museums-that would help establish him in some Southeast Asia country loyal to China-or perhaps Pakistan, Madagascar, or Sri Lanka-and it would ensure his safety for several years until he thought it safe to return to the Philippines. A few moments later, a low-flying helicopter could be heard in the distance, swooping out from the south and approaching the palace fast. Teguina was about to rise to his feet in the doorway when automatic gunfire rang out. Teguina cried out, clutching the suitcase, as a bodyguard leaped on top of him to cover him from the assassin’s bullets-or at least that was what Teguina thought, until he heard the bodyguard’s animal-like cry of pain and felt warm blood seep over his neck and chest. The gunfire abruptly stopped, and someone lifted the bodyguard’s bleeding body free of the ex-President of the Philippines. Teguina turned and was going to rush back down the stairs, but collided into a soldier wearing the dark-green jungle fatigues favored by Jose Samar’s Commonwealth Defense Forces. “But your helicopter is just arriving, Mr. President, ” he heard a voice say. He turned and found General Jose Trujillo Samar himself standing before him. His face and shoulders were still heavily bandaged, and the hair had not started to grow back on his eyebrows or eyelids yet, giving him a horrifying specterlike appearance. He wore jungle fatigues and carried an American-made .45-caliber automatic pistol in his holster, but it was not drawn. Teguina could see all but two of his bodyguards dead on the roof, the rest were on their knees with their hands on top of their heads. Teguina let the suitcase fall, both as a show of defiance, because he felt guilty by having it in his possession, and because he suddenly did not have the strength to hold it. He placed his hands casually behind his back where Samar would not see them shake, and sneered, “I see your time with your American friends has not helped to improve your looks, Samar.”
“Nor has your time with your Chinese friends improved your integrity, ” Samar said. “Where are they, by the way? We saw very few in the city today.”
“I no longer need the Chinese to help me secure my coun try, Teguina said. “Your revolution has failed, your followers have been destroyed, your troops have been slaughtered. The people know that I am their President-“
“The people now know that you are a liar, a thief, and a traitor, ” Samar said casually. He motioned to a man standing behind him, who was photographing the whole scene with a professional-quality videotape camera. A soldier carried the suitcase over to him and opened it so they could photograph its contents; then the cameraman swung it back and took pictures of Teguina’s shocked, disbelieving expression. “You will be taken into custody and tried by the Parliament and the Supreme Court. I hope they vote to execute you. “And do you expect to preside over the trial yourself?” Teguina asked mockingly. “You are hated in this country. The people blame you for all that has happened. You as President of the Philippines will ensure civil unrest and political hatred for the next generationyou will tear this country apart far worse than I ever could. If I am sentenced to die on the gallows of Marikina Cathedral, I will certainly see you there beside me. “I will let the people and the Parliament decide that, ” Samar said. “And I will not preside over your trial-the President will.” Teguina’s smile vanished, and he looked at Samar’s face in complete confusion. “The . . . President? But if you will not preside-” Samar turned to watch as the helicopter that had been safely orbiting the rooftop now began its descent. When it landed, the left side opened… … and out stepped Arturo Mikaso. Teguina could not believe his eyes. His jaw dropped open in complete surprise as Mikaso stepped toward him. “Hello, Daniel, ” the Philippine President said. “Thank you for allowing us the use of your getaway helicopter.” Teguina also noticed that a Chinese Army officer and two American military officers also stepped out of the same helicopter. “What . . . what kind of conspiracy is this?” he stammered. “No conspiracy, Daniel, ” Mikaso said. “The Chinese military has always said that they are in the Philippines to support the legitimate government against rebels who wish to seize power. Well, I am the legitimate government, and you are a traitor. They now support my government, along with the American military. Now that the Filipino military is firmly behind me once more, their services are no longer required, and they have advised us that they are departing immediately-as are the Americans.”
“But… but I thought you were dead!”
“You mean, you thought I had been executed, ” Mikaso corrected him. “I have learned that the Chinese dislike the stain of honor that goes with executing a head of state. They shot me all right-but it was only a superficial wound. Then they put me in protective custody-a prison in any sense of the word, but I think a far better fate than one that you had in store for me.” He nodded to the Commonwealth Defense Force guards. “Take the First Vice President into custody. I have already advised the Speaker of the Parliament of this action; he will meet you at Government House with a copy of my warrant sworn out against Teguina.” After Teguina was led away, Mikaso and Samar stood and faced each other. Samar wore an expressionless visage; Mikaso a slight smile. “So, General Samar. Are you happy to see me as well?” “Why did you stay in custody so long?” Samar asked bitterly. “The country has suffered much because of your silence.”
“I had little choice in the matter, Jose, ” Mikaso explained. “While I was recuperating, the Chinese were trying to decide which way the wind was blowing before really killing me. If they had not seen what kind of fool Teguina was, I would be six feet under a dungheap in Manchuria by now.” He sighed, looking across to the surrounding skyscrapers and tropical trees of Manila, then added, “The country needed to experience a little suffering, Jose, ” Mikaso said. “There will always be those who think that armed struggle and revolution will accomplish more than democracy. I think the people had a taste of what happens when democracy is not allowed to work. If democracy fails, the will of whoever has the biggest or the best guns prevails. That means death and destruction on a massive scale.” Mikaso’s smile did not dim one bit as he continued. “You were once a proponent of such a struggle not too long ago, General-in fact, I believe the Chinese would have gladly followed you if you decided to lead the nation in revolt. Could it be that the fearsome jungle fighter Jose Trujillo Samar believes in democracy after all?” Samar shrugged, his features still hard-looking and dark despite his hairless face. “Times change, politics change, politics change… but I do not.”
“We shall see, ” Mikaso said. “We… shall… see.” He turned to face the two American and the Chinese
