devastated.
“The coolant tank is gone,” one of the technicians said. There was joy in his voice. “That was what caused the flare. A blast of steam.”
“Are we all right?” Le Kwan Po asked.
“I think so, sir,” the technician replied tentatively. He peered closely at the monitor. “The coolant has a thirty-seven percent water content. It is designed to evaporate so the rocket does not have to carry it aloft. It appears the water has doused whatever fires it touched.”
“There is no oil in the fuel mixture?”
“No, sir,” the technician replied. “Only hydrogen and oxygen.”
The gentle winds in the launch area caused the smoke to thin. The wreckage of the rocket was visible now, lying in puddles of fire and debris. The first stage was lying across the launchpad. The second stage and payload were separated from the first and from each other. They were spread across the asphalt. The payload section appeared to be intact.
The Americans had done a formidable job.
Le Kwan Po thanked the technicians for their hospitality, then left the bunker. He went up the concrete stairs to the main room. The guard had been watching the event with binoculars through the open doorway. She turned.
“I am happy to say that your daughter has returned safely,” she said. “May I ask if the operation was a success?”
“It is strange to call the destruction of our rocket a success, but I believe you can say that,” the prime minister said.
The guard smiled for the first time, then returned to her desk. Le Kwan Po walked into the once-bright noon, which was now clouding over with smoke. Sirens screamed in the distance as the space center fire department rushed to the blaze. He saw all that in just a moment. Everything vanished as he saw his daughter step from the car. Anita ran forward and embraced her father.
“I think you were five or six,” her father said.
“Five or six?”
“The last time you ran to me,” Le told her. There was a catch in his voice and tears on his cheek.
Anita smiled warmly. “You should be pleased you raised such a self-sufficient daughter.”
“I am more than pleased,” he said. “I am proud. Very, very proud.”
Le broke the embrace as Paul Hood and another man walked by. They had walked well out of the way to give the prime minister and his daughter privacy. There would be time enough for that later. Right now he wanted to talk to the men.
“Mr. Hood,” he said, speaking directly to the American in broken English.
“Sir?” Hood said. He stopped.
Le Kwan Po motioned for his daughter to interpret. “I want to thank you and your associates for everything you did out there.”
“Sir, we got very lucky out there,” Hood said.
“Men make their own luck,” the prime minister replied.
“Perhaps,” Hood said. “But it looked to me like the coolant did a lot of the heavy lifting.”
“The pipes were weakened because Mr. Hood and his friend hid there, and Tam Li’s men were shooting at them,” Anita said.
“You see?” Le told her. “Nothing is entirely the work of chance.”
Anita translated for Hood while Le regarded his Asian companion. He was a young man, dirty and slick with perspiration, but with eyes full of purpose. He was looking at his cell phone.
“I would like to meet this other hero,” the prime minister said to Hood.
“He is one of Mike Rodgers’s associates,” Hood said.
The young man looked up as the prime minister offered his hand. “Thank you for the work you did today.”
“I am glad I could help, sir,” the marine replied in Chinese.
“May I ask your name?”
“It is Kim.” The young man smiled.
“You are not Chinese,” the prime minister said. “Korean?”
“No, sir,” the marine replied. “American.” He held up his phone. “Sir, I’ve just received word that some of my associates were slightly injured by gunfire from the helicopters. I would like to see them.”
“My driver will take you,” Le Kwan Po said. “And thank you again.”
“It was an honor to meet you, sir,” the young man answered.
While Anita finished translating for Hood, Le turned. The dignitaries who had come to watch a launch were beginning to file from the basement observation area. They asked questions in several different languages, and Anita went to see what she could do to calm the group. Several of them pointed at her father. At his expression in particular. They seemed mystified by the fact that the prime minister had the hint of a smile on his face.
Le walked toward the bunker quickly but without urgency. He excused himself from answering questions with a polite wave. He had to telephone the president and the minister of defense. He had to let the former know what had happened. He wanted the latter to make sure that any other aspects of Tam Li’s plans were stopped, and the general was brought to swift justice. Both men would already have been briefed through channels, but he wanted to give them his perspective. That report would be his political trophy for seeing this through.
He entered the communications room and asked the two technicians to excuse him. They left without question, shutting the door behind them. The prime minister sat and placed the first call.
The failure of their communications satellite was a setback. But compared to what the nation had gained, it was worth the price. They had stopped a general from a scheme they had yet to ascertain. More importantly, they had done so by forging an international union among longtime adversaries. In so doing, they had moved a step closer to peace.
That was important to a prime minister. But it was enough to make any father smile.
SIXTY
With regret but also with resolve, General Tam Li sent the stand down code to his forces. All it took was a password entered into his computer and a typed command sent to both air and sea command at the base. The officers in charge relayed the message to their assets in the field and to the other bases from which planes and ships had departed.
Tam Li had learned of the failure of the bomb from his airborne group commander. The general had not anticipated much of a risk if the security team were captured when they left the space center. He thought it would be too late to get to the bomb. He was mistaken. Before leaving the complex, the airborne team leader said that the rocket boosters had been ignited prematurely and apparently melted through to the bomb, preventing it from exploding.
It was a very clever maneuver, desperate but effective.
The general shut down his computer and rose. He looked out the window at the sea. This was supposed to have been his moment of ascension. Instead of rising to the sun like the planes he had recalled, he had fallen to earth. It was not in the best interest of the nation to proceed with the attack on the Taiwanese military. Not now. Without the sabotage of the rocket, he would not convince Beijing that Taiwan had been seeking to take advantage of Chou Shin’s treasonous act.
If any of his security team confessed, he would not convince Beijing that Chou Shin had been responsible for this attack. That was the reason for using Chou’s bomb-maker instead of their own. Tam Li did not just want to defeat his foe — he wanted to blame him. Everything had depended upon the events happening one after the other, until Beijing was in so deep militarily that there was just one way out: to crush Taiwan. With that little financial engine out of the way, and Tam Li in a new position of authority, he would have been able to turn China into the
