Alex Lukeman
High Alert
The Project Series
White Jade
The Lance
The Seventh Pillar
Black Harvest
The Tesla Secret
The Nostradamus File
The Ajax Protocol
The Eye of Shiva
Black Rose
The Solomon Scroll
The Russian Deception
The Atlantis Stone
The Cup
High Alert
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The Team
The PROJECT is an elite counter-terrorism/intelligence unit answering only to the President of the United States.
Elizabeth Harker: Director of the Project. Formerly part of the task force investigating 9/11 until sidelined for challenging the findings. Picked by the President to head up the Project for her independent thinking and sharp intelligence.
Nick Carter: Former major, USMC. The team leader in the field, with years of combat experience. Suffers from occasional PTSD and nightmares. He's got it more or less under control.
Selena Connor: Highly intelligent, a renowned linguist in ancient languages and expert in martial arts. Independently wealthy, the result of an inheritance. Introduced into Nick's violent world by accident, she is now a full fledged member of the Project team.
Lamont Cameron: Former Navy Seal, of Ethiopian descent. Expert in all things water related. His humorous attitude sometimes drives Elizabeth Harker to distraction. A tough cookie.
Ronnie Peete: Nick's oldest friend and a fellow RECON Marine. Expert with explosives, weapons and all things mechanical. A full blooded Navajo, Ronnie brings solidity and the wisdom of his culture to the team.
Stephanie Willits: Elizabeth Harker's deputy; computer guru. Stephanie maintains the Project's Cray computers. She can hack into any system as needed. Among other duties, she is responsible for the satellite communication network that keeps Harker up to speed and the team connected in the field.
PROLOGUE
The USS California lay submerged outside the harbor at Wonsan, home to North Korea's East Fleet. Captain Richard Paulson looked through the observation scope and didn't like what he saw. The harbor was crowded with patrol boats and small craft. That was normal. What wasn't normal were the hundreds of North Korean landing craft bobbing in the endless swell coming in from the Sea of Japan.
The DPRK's Great Leader was threatening again to invade the South. That was nothing new, but this time it looked as though there might be something to it. If Yun intended to carry through with his threats, it would begin with a launch from Wonsan.
The Pentagon wanted to know what the Koreans were up to, but the heavily guarded harbor was camouflaged to hide activity from the American satellites watching overhead. Paulson's mission orders were to get up close and observe. If the North sent those boats south, the mission would change to active deterrence.
USS California was an Ohio class ballistic missile submarine, modified for cruise missiles. She carried enough nuclear tipped Tomahawks to turn North Korea's armies into radioactive ash.
Paulson thought it was a mistake to place his multibillion-dollar submarine this close to North Korea's paranoid and sophisticated defenses, but orders were orders. Advanced stealth technology hid the sub from the North Korean sonic sweeps looking for someone like him hiding under the water. Even so, there was always a chance of being discovered.
Lots of activity. There are more of those craft than yesterday. They're getting ready to do something.
He rotated the scope, scanning the harbor and coastline. A thin, white wake trailed after the slender column.
Some things didn't work well in North Korea, but radar wasn't one of them. Lieutenant Kim Chul was the current duty officer responsible for surveillance of the exclusion zone outside the harbor. The enlisted man watching the radar display called out to him.
"What is it?"
"Sir, I think there's a sub outside the harbor."
"One of ours?"
"No sir, I don't think so. She made no recognition signals."
Kim came over to the screen. "Show me."
"Here, sir." He pointed. "That looks like a periscope to me."
The radar man indicated the distinctive signature on the screen. Suddenly it was gone.
"What about the sonar net? Any sign?"
"No, sir."
Kim's authority did not extend to ordering countermeasures. That required a higher rank. He picked up the direct phone to headquarters and asked for the base commander.
Admiral Park Hwan had served the Great Leader's father before him. Not inclined to question the orders of his superiors, Park could be relied upon to do what was needed. In a country saturated in suspicion and paranoia, he was one of a very few high-ranking officers still trusted. It was why he'd been given his important job. He had made it a point to encourage the lower ranks to speak with him first in the event of a serious breach of security. It was why Yun was able to call him directly. To Yun's knowledge, no one had ever done so, but he wasted no time making the call.
"Yes."
"Sir, this is the Harbor Surveillance Duty Officer, Lieutenant Yun. Radar has spotted what appears to be a hostile submarine lying offshore. A periscope was detected."
"You are certain?"
Kim took a deep breath. If he was wrong he would soon be headed for one of the rehabilitation camps.
"I am not absolutely certain, sir. But I believe it was a submarine. It can't be one of ours. None of ours are in the area. From the signature, I think it's American."
"An American submarine is suspected to be in the vicinity. Very well. Return to your post. We'll take care of it. But you'd better be right."
"Sir."
Kim set the phone down. His hand was sweating. You'd better be right.
"Watch for any further anomalies," he said to the radar operator.
"Sir."
They'll send patrol boats, Kim thought, with depth charges.
Admiral Park unlocked a drawer in his desk and took out a manila envelope stamped with the red code for state secrets. Up until now, there had been no need to follow the orders contained within it.
The orders came from the Supreme Leader himself. It would do no good to point out the complications that would come if they were carried out. No one contradicted the Supreme Leader or suggested that his judgment was anything but perfect. Not unless they wanted to end up in front of a firing squad.
Or worse.
Park got up from his desk and grunted in pain, feeling the ache of his arthritic knees. He picked up the envelope and crossed the hall to the operations center. All communications, defense systems and combat related operations were coordinated in this room, kept fully staffed around the clock. The communications area took up one entire side of the large space. Along with the radar, radio and satellite communications were as good as what the Chinese had, which was very good indeed. That wasn't a mystery. Almost all the gear had been manufactured in China and the operators trained by their military counterparts from Beijing.
Admiral Park went to the radio officer in charge, a man named Bak. His shoulder boards bore the single star and two red stripes of a Lieutenant Commander. Bak sprang to attention at the admiral's approach. The admiral was proud of his men and knew they respected him. Respect was everything. They would follow his orders without question.