“Someplace like Namibia?”
Nicholson nodded.
“Exactly. What little we’ve been able to confirm indicates the missing gear was all second-or third line equipment-T-62s,
BTR-60s, and the like. Precisely the kind of hardware the Cubans are using in Namibia. “
Forrester felt his frown slide into a grimace.
“Wonderful. So both the
South Africans and Cubans are making new friends. Is anyone else getting into the act?”
Nicholson looked suddenly uncertain. It wasn’t a look Forrester was used to seeing on the CIA chief’s face.
“I don’t have anything definite…”
“But you have other information?”
“We’ve identified some other possible weapons shipments, Mr. Vice
President, but the data could support several different conclusions. I’d prefer not to confuse the issue until we’ve been able to obtain confirmation.”
Forrester stared right into Nicholson’s eyes.
“I’ll keep the caveat in mind, Director Nicholson, but I think we should hear what you’ve got. “
“The data is extremely sensitive, sir, and we have no way of knowing if it’s related to the Namibian crisis or not.” Nicholson twisted slightly in his chair. He was uncomfortable with ambiguities and liked to have everything he presented tied up in a nice, neat, typed package. He also hated to be wrong.
“Sensitivity is obviously not an issue here. Please fill us in. “
Although Forrester used the word please, his harsh tone made it clear that he wasn’t asking, he was ordering.
Several of the other NSC members coughed lightly or turned away, hiding sudden grins. Nicholson’s innate Ivy League arrogance often rubbed his colleagues the wrong way.
The CIA director knew when he’d made a mistake. He swiveled in his seat and took a folder bordered with red and white stripes from a silent aide.
He was careful to keep the folder turned so the label on the front was hidden.
Nicholson flipped the folder open and studied it carefully for a few moments.
“Our agents and monitoring stations in the Far East and northern
Pacific have noted significant increases in back-channel arms purchases.”
He arched an eyebrow at Forrester.
“Naturally, we’re always trying to track who sells and who buys what, but it’s a damned difficult task. Too many middlemen. Too much money. And too many foreign governments too willing to help the arms dealers keep a lid on their activities.”
Forrester nodded politely and motioned him onward.
“Both the North Koreans and Chinese have been making extra shipments of tanks, artillery, and surface-to-surface missiles-apparently in response to orders placed over the past several weeks. In and of itself, that’s not so unusual. Most of the weapons systems being sold are those Beijing and Pyongyang have sold in the past to regular customers like Iran.”
No surprise there. Both North Korea and China were cash poor and willing to sell weapons to anyone willing to pay.
Nicholson shrugged.
“Trouble is … we haven’t been able to spot the hardware arriving at any known transshipment point. ” He closed the folder and looked around the group.
“Now the equipment could simply still be in transit to a regular customer, or on hold in some third country until final transport can be arranged. “
“But there is a chance these tanks, guns, and missiles are going to Cuba or Angola?”
“It’s not impossible, Mr. Vice President,” Nicholson conceded.
Charming. Castro evidently wasn’t content to rely solely on
Soviet-supplied weapons. And by expanding his sources of supply, the
Cuban dictator was also reducing Moscow’s leverage over his actions in southern Africa.
Forrester turned to the lean, square-jawed man in the next chair over.
Hamilton Reid, the secretary of commerce, had the relaxed, confident air that often went with old money invested wisely.
“The President’s also concerned about the economic effects of this damned crisis.”
“And wisely so.” Reid didn’t need to kowtow and didn’t bother trying.
“Prices for key strategic minerals like titanium, chromium, platinum, and the others are showing a steady rise. It’s mostly psychological, so far.
South Africa’s production hasn’t been affected by the fighting in
Namibia. If anything, Pretoria’s actually selling more than it normally would to finance these arms deals the director told us about. But the financial community’s never been entirely rational.”
Several of the men and women around the table laughed softly. They’d all seen the studies suggesting that random dart throws did a better job of forecasting the stock market than any other system.
The secretary of commerce acknowledged their laughter with a slight smile of his own.
“We’ve been working closely with the other major trading nations-especially the British and the Japanese-to do what we can. We’ve all been leaning on our respective commodities exchanges in an effort to slow things down, Highlevel briefings to show there’s no immediate supply problem. Temporary market closings when prices rise too fast. That sort of thing.”
His smile dimmed.
“All with only moderate success. Right now, the commodities exchanges are capable of handling these higher minerals prices. That may not last. There’s a kind of critical mass to these situations.”
Forrester nodded his understanding. In the past month alone, the
Strategic Commodities Index had shot up more than 30 percent. If the prices for key strategic minerals started climbing any faster, they could trigger a wave of panic buying-a kind of feeding frenzy that might send prices soaring through the roof. Scaremongers were already touting the possibility of 300 or 400 percent price rises.
And that could spell disaster for the United States, Great Britain, and almost every other industrialized nation in the world. The minerals largely supplied by South Africa, a few of its neighbors, and the Soviet
Union were vital to a wide range of industries-steel, oil refining, chemicals, and electronics to name just a few. Dramatically higher minerals prices would mean significantly higher production costs for jet engines, gasoline, computers, consumer electronics, and thousands of other products. That, in turn, could send a flood tide of higher prices, lower sales, and lost jobs surging through the economy.
Forrester frowned. Most Americans didn’t realize it, but much of their nation’s prosperity depended on a steady flow of reasonably priced minerals from overseas. Some of the percentages spoke for themselves-98 percent of all manganese, 92 percent of all chromium, and 91 percent of all the platinum-group metals consumed by American industry were imported. All told, the U’S. was critically dependent on foreign suppliers for twenty-two of the thirty-odd minerals government planners viewed as essential for industrial and defense needs. And America’s allies weren’t in much better shape. Preliminary figures showed the nation’s trade deficit and inflation rate both starting to climb again.
Forrester looked up at the rest of the NSC and ran his eyes over a roomful of newly gloom-filled faces.
“Right. We’re in something of an economic box. But we’re not alone. That’s why I’ve asked Hamilton to have his staff prepare an analysis of South Africa’s own economic picture.”
Reid didn’t bother with papers or projectors.
“Put simply, South Africa’s economy cannot survive the current situation. Pretoria is caught between an increasingly expensive foreign war and a steadily less productive domestic economy. Many of the country’s white workers are now in uniform, and those few skilled black laborers who might have replaced them are either dead, in prison, or barred from filling them. Nothing short of complete peace can significantly alter the situation. “