Sabonis nodded. “No problem at all. You can choose from whatever ARAS has available.” He stood. It was obvious he had other places to be. “Very well. I will leave you with my assistant to work out the details of the operation. I thank you for your service to Lithuania. I hope, when this crisis passes, you men can come back here and see what a nice and peaceful place this is.”
The men shook hands, and the Campus operators expressed their wish to someday return, although both men wondered if this city was just days from finding itself behind the New Iron Curtain.
62
President Jack Ryan had done his best to get as much sleep as he could on the flight back from Europe so he would be ready to hit the ground running upon his return to D.C. He’d managed four and a half hours of rest, which was less than he’d hoped for but more than he’d expected, but his body clock was thrown off by the seven-hour time difference.
The international press had been hard on President Ryan’s stop-off in Sweden after his failure with NATO. Many editorialized that it was cynical of him, and they characterized his actions as storming away from a failure. Insults flew from half the newspapers on the continent, accusing him of using the dead of the Swedish Airlines flight as pawns in his militaristic game.
But his meeting with the prime minister of Sweden had gone well. Ryan didn’t mention the fact he was considering unilateral action in Lithuania, but he hinted that he was prepared to help the Baltic nation resist the Russians in some way. The prime minister expressed his fury at the Russians for the deaths of his countrymen on SA44, and with a handshake he told Ryan he personally would do all he could to encourage his national legislature to support America should it get involved in the Baltic.
Ryan sat in the Oval Office now at four-thirty p.m., the fading light of the late-October day still glowing through the windows behind him, but with all the time changes he’d undergone, he felt like it was midnight after a full day’s work.
And on top of his fatigue today was the worry about the two thousand Marines he was considering sending into harm’s way. Two thousand versus fifty thousand was an oversimplification. The Lithuanians had a brigade-strength force of four thousand or so of their own troops, plus another five thousand volunteer militia who could be used for non-front-line duty: roadblocks, rear security, and the like.
And the two thousand Marines would be assisted by U.S. Air Force aircraft flying from all over Europe, perhaps even from B-52s and other platforms flown from the USA.
But still, the Marines heading into the Baltic were going to be seriously outnumbered, and a lot of them would die.
Ryan reached for his coffee and downed a third of it as his secretary came over the intercom. “Mr. President, Director Foley and Secretary Burgess are here.”
Ryan tapped the intercom. “Send them in, please.”
All three sat on the sofas in front of the President’s desk. Ryan thought they would have some defense-related intelligence product to show him; he wasn’t certain about their request for the quick meeting but had assumed it would only involve satellite photos over Belarus.
But they had nothing in front of them.
Mary Pat said, “Mr. President, technicians at the National Geospatial-Intelligence Agency have been working on a project for the past three and a half years that we would like to bring to your attention because we think it might be helpful now.”
Ryan said, “I get briefings on ongoing NGA projects. Which one is it?”
Burgess said, “Actually, this is one you don’t know about. It was something that seemed a little pie-in-the-sky a couple of years ago, from the viewpoint of the DoD, so it didn’t get a lot of funding or attention. But now we at the Pentagon have seen what this system can do, and we want your blessing to use it.”
Ryan raised his eyebrows. “Tell me more.”
Mary Pat still had nothing to show him, which he thought was odd. She said, “The project is called EARLY SENTINEL. It melds the latest satellite and global-positioning data, signals and electronic intelligence information, along with high-quality battle-space imagery and ballistics and trajectory data.”
“To do what, exactly?”
“To radically speed up the deployment process of troops into combat zones, and to increase the efficiency of the troops.”
“It’s… it’s a computer program?”
“Yes, Mr. President.”
“And it will speed up deployment by how much?”
“Compared to just four years ago, by a factor of five. What used to take a day can now be accomplished in under five hours.”
Ryan was incredulous. “You’re kidding.”
Burgess said, “I’ve seen it in action. It’s as good as the NGA advertised it from the beginning.”
“How does it work?”
Mary Pat said, “I’m going to give you the simplest version of this I can give you, not to patronize you, Mr. President, but simply because I don’t understand it all myself. NGA has put into their system all the data regarding Russian troops in position in both Kaliningrad and Belarus, including weapons systems and logistical needs, and dozens and dozens of additional criteria. And NGA also inputs all the ballistic and terminal data of the weapons of our troops. They’ve taken information from the Pentagon and DIA about our assumptions for the Russian plan of attack, and the specific terrain, geography, meteorology, architecture, soil composition, and hundreds of other pieces of data.”
Burgess nodded. “Even humidity, the percentages of leaves left on the trees this time of year, even rainfall and wind data.”
“Keep going,” Ryan instructed.
Mary Pat said, “All this data generates specific positional deployment orders down to the level of the individual warfighter. We can tell a specific Marine rifleman, for instance, which window in a particular apartment building he needs to position himself in in order to have a line of sight on both a specific clock tower where a Russian sniper might hide himself and the highway, so he can report up to his command if heavy trucks pass. We’ve mapped out individual geometries of fire for every different weapon on the battlefield, including indirect-fire weapons, laser targeting devices, and other more technical weapons.”
Burgess broke in again. “So when the time comes to deploy, we give information to the battalion commander, who tasks his company commander, who sends it down to his people, et cetera, et cetera. By the time the helicopters, Ospreys, and C-130s land in Lithuania, we will have a battalion of Marines with each one knowing exactly where he needs to be.
“The NGA has determined that the Russians’ options for attack are extremely limited. Terrain is the culprit chiefly. Those tanks can’t pick and choose where they want to cross the border. They have to do it somewhere high and dry enough for them to avoid getting bogged down.
“The logistics staff will have the most work, of course, but once everyone is in place, it will be down to the eighteen-year-old rifleman to know that, if he orients himself in just the right direction, he’ll have the best situational awareness for his location.”
Ryan was skeptical. “The map is not the territory.”
Burgess said, “Very true, but this is not a map. We’ve had operatives in Lithuania in the past two weeks taking hundreds of high-level images that were input into the system to increase the precision even more.”
Burgess had been ready for pushback from Ryan. “NGA had a lot of skeptics at the Pentagon, as you can imagine, myself included. And obviously we understand that several factors are involved that we cannot possibly control for. But our war planners who have been working on the Lithuania area of operations for the past several weeks, refining it the moment our satellites showed us just who showed up for the snap drill… they are convinced EARLY SENTINEL provides the most efficient and effective way to deploy our assests to turn our Marines into a blocking force against an enemy vastly superior in numbers.”