“If I may be permitted, Mr. President,” Carter said.
“Of course,” Ryan said.
Carter drew a small X in the center of the paper. “Meriwether is here, drifting toward undisputed Chinese waters at an estimated four knots.” He drew a second X. “Taitung, a thousand-ton Taiwanese Coast Guard patrol vessel, is approaching from the south. At eighty-seven meters, she can handle the seas, but she has a raised helicopter pad on the aft decks, giving her a large superstructure and making her susceptible to being shoved around a great deal in high winds.”
“And the Kunming?” Ryan asked. “How soon will she be in range to be a threat?”
Commander Carter looked up from his drawing, deferring to the CNO.
Admiral Muñoz said, “The Kunming is a threat now, Mr. President. Her YJ-83 antiship missiles have at least a one-hundred-eighty-kilometer range, depending on the variant. As far as boarding, at best speed, she’ll be right on top of Meriwether in half an hour, even steaming into the storm as she is.”
Ryan nodded, then waved at the paper. “Please continue, Commander.”
“Yes, sir,” Carter said. “Captain Lim will quarter the Taitung into the typhoon, putting Meriwether on her lee side while keeping enough standoff to prevent a collision. Once in position, the Taitung will deploy a small search-and-rescue crew of four with her Norsafe JYN 57 hard-topped lifeboat, which will come alongside Meriwether’s rubber lifeboat after they abandon ship.”
“And the Meriwether herself?” Ryan asked.
Commander Carter shot a glance at the DNI.
Mary Pat said, “Captain Holloway destroyed any classified documents as soon as he realized the engine was unrepairable. There is, however, some highly sensitive hardware on the vessel. Most of it is modular and can be removed, but some is too large. Captain Holloway’s engineers have rigged the ship to flood as they board the lifeboat.”
“Towing is out of the question, then?” Ryan said.
“I’m afraid so, Mr. President,” the commander said. “The Meriwether is a little too large for that in this present sea state. The Taiwanese cutter would almost certainly pull her through the face of a wave.”
“Will she go down fast enough?” Ryan asked. “If she’s scuttled, I mean.”
Admiral Muñoz nodded. “We’re usually worried about slowing down a sinking ship, Mr. President. If Captain Holloway destroys all the through-hulls, those seas will take her in a matter of minutes.”
Ryan rubbed his eyes. “Sounds simple enough — if they were on a calm lake and not looking at waves the size of houses.”
“The Norsafe can handle the seas, sir,” Commander Carter said. “And if they have to, the lifeboat would be much easier to tow into friendly waters.”
“How about getting everyone back aboard the Taitung?” Ryan asked. “If I remember right, those lifeboats leave a little to be desired as far as speed.”
“That’s true,” Carter said. “But theoretically, she’ll be able to maneuver, and the Taitung should be about to come up alongside her and bring her in on the davit sleds. It’ll be like threading a needle during a car wreck, but they’d rather do that than tow the lifeboat if they are able. Once the Norsafe is drawn in tight, the sleds should keep her from bashing against Taitung’s hull.”
“That’s a lot of theories and shoulds, Commander,” Ryan said.
“Yes, it is, Mr. President,” Carter said, giving a somber nod. “But it is the plan. A better option would be for the Taitung to stand off until morning when a ship with a helicopter could arrive.”
Ryan shook his head. “But Meriwether will be driven into Chinese waters in a matter of hours.”
The Air Force communications officer spoke up. “Incoming message from SSN Seawolf, Admiral Muñoz.”
The chief of naval operations read the printed document and slid it across the table to Ryan.
“Captain Racher has positioned his submarine ten nautical miles west of the Meriwether, Mr. President. Chinese communications would indicate that Kunming does not know she is there.”
“Very well,” Ryan said. “Let’s hope we can keep it that way.”
The Seawolf had been built as a replacement for the Los Angeles—class fast-attack submarine fleet. She was fast and well armed, but she was also expensive — too expensive for a post — Cold War Navy, so only three had been built. In destroyer-versus-fast-attack-sub battle, Ryan’s money would be on the submarine — especially with the surface ship battling heavy seas — but the aftermath would be catastrophic.
Ryan said, “Have Taitung advise the Chinese destroyer a rescue operation is under way and to stand off.”
The Air Force comms officer did so. There were several minutes of tense back-and-forth before he turned to Ryan.
“The Chinese vessel insists on rendering aid,” he said.
“In contested waters?” Ryan asked, cursing President Zhao under his breath.
The communications officer typed another message, and waited for the reply.
“Apparently so, Mr. President,” the comms officer said three minutes later. “Kunming is two nautical miles from the imaginary line and doesn’t appear to be slowing. Their captain says his orders to assist come directly from Admiral Qian, commander of the PLA Navy.”
All eyes looked at Ryan. “Advise Seawolf to stand by, Admiral Muñoz. If the skipper of the Kunming presses me, I swear—”
Captain Lim’s face appeared again on the flat-screen.
“Mr. President,” he said, “the crew of RV Meriwether is all safely aboard our lifeboat. We are rigging for retrieval at this time.”
“And the Meriwether herself?” Ryan asked.
“The aft deck is already awash, Mr. President,” Captain Lim said, his expression somber. No sailor liked to see any ship go down, even if it was necessary.
“Thank you again for your assistance, Captain,” Ryan said. “I’ll be making my gratitude formally known to your superiors.”
“Thank you, Mr. President,” Lim said, and like the leader he was, rather than basking in accolades, he asked to be excused to see to his duties.
Ryan put both hands flat on the table and heaved a sigh of relief. “Have Seawolf shadow that damned destroyer awhile and keep her honest.”
“Yes, Mr. President,” Admiral Muñoz said, typing in the orders personally with his authentication code.
“Good work, all of you,” Ryan said. “You gentlemen get with the steward and enjoy your favorite beverage on me. Scott, Mary Pat, let’s step back to my office for a bit.”
He didn’t mention it in front of the military men, but both the DNI and the secretary of state knew they were about to dig into a strategy on what to do about President Zhao Chengzhi.
58
Jack Ryan, Jr., bowed his head against the driving rain and ran down the alley with Midas and Yuki, toward the sound of intermittent gunfire. He slowed as he neared the end of the narrow pathway, pulling up behind a broken vending machine to check the cylinder of the .38 revolver he’d taken from one of the bad guys. It was loaded with five, which, he decided, was a hell of a lot better than a sharp stick.