Tiger's Claw: A Novel (14 page)

“Yes, sir. The
Zhenyuan
reports that the American Coast Guard cutter has dispatched search aircraft as well, and that they have a Global Hawk surveillance aircraft overhead. Request permission to use Silent Thunder against them.”

General Zu was silent a moment, then said, “You may use Silent Thunder against the cutter’s search aircraft only.”

“Understood, sir.”

Zu passed the phone back to Sun. “A wise precaution, sir,” Sun said. “Knocking a helicopter down is one thing, but knocking down a Global Hawk would certainly invite added scrutiny.”

“President Zhou is weak and indecisive, but in this case he is probably correct: we can overstep ourselves if too much attention is directed toward our activities in the South Sea,” Zu said. “I want just enough activity for the Americans, Japanese, Taiwanese, Filipinos, and Australians to wonder what is going on, maybe even become a bit fearful, but not enough to elicit a response. I want the Americans to be thinking twice before parking their aircraft carrier battle group in the South Sea.”

O
VER THE
S
OUTH
C
HINA
S
EA, NEAR THE
P-8 P
OSEIDON CRASH SITE

T
HAT SAME TIME

“The Eagle Eye will be on station in about ten minutes, sir,” Lieutenant Commander Edward Fells, the tactical officer aboard the United States Coast Guard cutter
Mohawk
, announced. The cutter’s skipper, Commander Douglas Sheridan, had just entered the tactical action center to observe first contact.

“Any hits yet, Ed?” Sheridan asked.

“Negative, sir,” Fells said. The Eagle Eye was a long-range tilt-rotor unmanned aerial vehicle that carried surface-search radar and infrared cameras to conduct searches from very long range until the cutter got within range of its HH-60M Jayhawk search-and-rescue helicopter and its crew of rescue swimmers. “A few more minutes and we should start picking up debris, if our estimates of where the crash occurred are correct.”

Sheridan studied the large tactical display in the center of the room. The tactical display merged sensor data from a variety of sources into one map. The main sensor shown on the display was from an RQ-4 Global Hawk unmanned aircraft that had arrived on station over the crash site just a couple hours earlier. “Those Chinese ships still heading toward the crash site?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” Fells said. “The carrier
Zhenyuan
is already within fixed-wing aircraft range, and the Global Hawk has detected at least three helicopters dispatched to the crash area.”

“When will we be within radar range?” The high-endurance cutter—in essence a small frigate, but tasked for search-and-rescue and patrol instead of antiair or antisubmarine warfare—was equipped with the TRS-3D radar, a digital air-and-surface search radar system.

“We’ll be at max aircraft search range in forty minutes,” Fells replied. The Global Hawk accomplished surface search operations very well but had limited air search capabilities. The Global Hawk’s infrared and electro-optical sensors could detect slow-moving or hovering helicopters, but they were only hit-or-miss with faster-moving airborne targets—they needed the
Mohawk
’s radar to map out the air situation in the crash area. “Optimum air search range will be in about ninety minutes.”

“Damn,” Sheridan muttered. “That Chinese carrier could have fighters covering those helicopters.”

“Eagle Eye has radar contact!” one of the sensor technicians shouted. “Large surface radar return, not moving, just north of the suspected crash area.”

“Maybe the Chinese will keep on searching in the wrong spot,” Sheridan said. “Mark the return and continue to the original search area. I don’t want the Chinese to think we found anything. We got a visual image of that contact?”

“Stand by, sir,” the tech said. A few moments later, one of the side monitors in the tactical action room changed. It showed a large piece of what was definitely an airliner-sized fuselage. Several other objects could be seen floating in the ocean near the wreck.

“Jesus,” Sheridan breathed. “Those look like bodies.”

“Eagle Eye will lose contact in sixty seconds, sir,” the technician said.

“When can we launch the Jayhawk, Ed?” Sheridan asked.

“We’re at extreme range of the -60, sir, even with the external fuel tanks,” Fells replied. The HH-60 Jayhawk was the Coast Guard’s version of the Army Blackhawk helicopter, optimized for long-range search and rescue at sea. “They would have zero time on station when they reached the crash site.”

Sheridan thought for a moment, then asked, “That’s with standard fuel reserves, correct?”

Fells looked at his commanding officer. He knew perfectly well what the rules said—what was the skipper thinking? “Sir?”

“It’ll take ten minutes to launch the Jayhawk—that’s ten minutes on station,” Sheridan said. “We can push the normal fuel reserve times a bit because it’s an emergency and the weather is decent.”

“Sir, the weather isn’t a factor when making a decision about launching a helo for a search-and-rescue or recovery,” Fells said. “Fuel is life. A million things can go wrong—that’s why reserves were built into the program.”

“You don’t need to lecture me on procedures, Ed,” Sheridan said irritably. “I’m more concerned about bringing Americans home than rules and regulations.” He paused and went on, “Launch the Jayhawk. I want at least one American or a piece of that aircraft recovered.” He picked up a phone that was tied directly to the bridge. “Officer of the Deck, this is the captain. Max forward speed for helo operations, then push it up to flank speed after the helo is away.”

“Max forward for helo ops, then flank after the helo is away, aye, sir.”

It was a tense several minutes as the U.S. Coast Guard Jayhawk helicopter was preflighted and launched, with two pilots, a rescue hoist operator, and a rescue swimmer aboard. Sheridan watched the launch, then headed forward and strode onto the
Mohawk
’s bridge a few minutes later. “Officer of the Deck, I’ve got the con,” he announced.

“Aye, sir, Captain has the con,” the officer of the deck repeated. “We are at flank speed, heading two-zero-zero, ops normal.”

“Very good,” Sheridan responded. “Radio Pacific Fleet and Coast Guard Pacific Area that we are proceeding at flank speed to suspected Poseidon crash site. Chinese helicopters are in the vicinity.” He picked up the shipwide intercom. “All hands, this is the captain. We are heading toward the estimated crash site of the Navy patrol plane. We have already sent the Eagle Eye and Jayhawk out ahead. The Chinese already have helicopters searching the crash site. They’ve been asked to leave the area but have not responded.

“We still don’t know why that patrol plane went down, but we should assume the worst and that China had something to do with it,” Sheridan went on. “There are Chinese air and surface forces in the area, and we can anticipate that they will be shadowing us. Hopefully, that’s all they do. We also know that they have submarines, maritime bombers, and perhaps long-range antiship cruise and ballistic missiles. We know China considers control of the South China Sea as in its vital national interests, and they have been increasingly aggressive against all foreign military activities there. If the loss of that patrol plane was because China is beginning to actively defend the South China Sea, then we could be cruising into trouble. But an American plane and its crew are down, and our job is to search for any survivors until some heavier hardware shows up. Stay on your toes. I’ll keep you advised of the situation. Captain out.”

“Bridge, Tactical, the Eagle Eye has reached the original search area,” Lieutenant Commander Fells reported a few minutes later. “Numerous radar contacts reported.”

“Pick out the largest ones and have it orbit over it,” Sheridan said. “I want lots of pictures. What’s the sea state?”

“Two to four feet, sir.”

That was good news—if they put a swimmer in the water, the sea shouldn’t be a major factor. “How long until the Jayhawk is on station on that first Eagle Eye contact?”

“Fifty-five minutes, sir. Time on station will be less than twenty minutes.”

“How long can the Eagle Eye stay on station?”

“Another two hours, sir.”

“And how long before we’re within air search radar contact?”

“About an hour, sir.”

Nothing left to do but sweat it out, Sheridan thought. Hopefully, if the Chinese had helicopters and fighters airborne, they’d shadow the Eagle Eye in the original search area and ignore the Jayhawk farther north. They’d find out soon enough.

Several minutes later: “Bridge, Tactical, Global Hawk has a visual on two unidentified helicopters in the original search area. They appear to be hovering.”

“Damn,” Sheridan muttered. He had nothing to work with to scare the Chinese away from the search box, nothing to threaten or intimidate anyone . . . except the full force and power of the United States of America, even if it was only broadcast on a radio frequency by a lowly Coast Guard cutter. “Have Comm send on all civil, commercial, and military frequencies: advise all parties that the U.S. Coast Guard is conducting search-and-rescue operations and to stay well clear of the search box. Transmit coordinates of the box. Advise that it is illegal to interfere with an active search-and-rescue operation on the high seas. Send in English and Chinese, and make it damned loud and
strict.
Then advise Pacific Fleet and Coast Guard Pacific Area that suspected Chinese helicopters are hovering in the search area and may be recovering artifacts from the crash. Tactical, are you sending images to Fleet and Area?”

“Affirmative, sir.” A few minutes later: “Sir, we have video from the Eagle Eye of Chinese helicopters hoisting objects out of the water.”

“You’re positive they’re Chinese helicopters?”

“Positive, sir. Kamov-28 Helix helicopters, red, white, and blue People’s Liberation Army Navy banner on the aft fuselage,” Fells said. “Good clear images from Eagle Eye. Positive ID.”

The Ka-28s were Russian-made helicopters, transferred when China purchased Russian destroyers, but the People’s Liberation Army Navy banner on the side was unmistakable. “Very well,” Sheridan said. “Send images to Fleet and Area and request instructions.” He hated that phrase “request instructions”—he very much preferred to come up with a plan of action himself and ask for permission to carry it out—but he had no viable options whatsoever until he was closer to the search box. Even then, he had very few options against an armed Chinese warship. “Where’s that Chinese carrier?”

“Approaching the southern search box now, sir,” Fells responded. “Well within fixed- and rotary-wing range.”

“Where’s our closest aircraft carrier?”

“The
George Washington
is a couple days away, sir,” Fells said. “Well out of fixed-wing range for at least eighteen hours.”

“I’ve got
no
air cover
anywhere
in this entire freakin’ area for eighteen hours?” Sheridan exploded. “We’ve got the most powerful military force in the entire freakin’ world, and a lone Coast Guard cutter is completely alone and helpless in the South China Sea against a Chinese aircraft carrier? The United States of America is actually
outnumbered
in the South China Sea?” Sheridan ran a hand across his face, trying unsuccessfully to wipe away the frustration—and yes, the
fear—
he was feeling right now. “Comm, this is the captain, I want you to send a message directly to the Pentagon: tell them to get me some long-range persistent air support out here, and do it
now
, or you might as well pull me the hell out of here, because I can’t do shit with the assets I have. Send it
now,
and send it verbatim.”

“Say again that last, sir?”

“I repeat, tell the Pentagon I need some heavy long-range air support out here, or I recommend we withdraw from the South China Sea,” Sheridan said. “I’m not risking the lives of three hundred sailors on my vessel because we don’t want to piss off the locals. Send it in the clear and
verbatim.
I’m going to lose tactical control of this area because I don’t have long-range control, and that is completely unacceptable. Give me long-range air and sea lane control, or pull me out, because I can’t do
squat
right now. And keep on warning aircraft to stay out of the area.”

It seemed like an eternity, but soon: “Bridge, Tactical, air search contact on the Jayhawk entering the northern search area.”

“Any other aircraft in the area, Tactical?”

“Negative, Bridge.”

So far so good. Sheridan picked up a telephone receiver and hit a channel button. “Mohawk Zero One, this is Mohawk One. How copy?”

“Loud and clear, sir,” the pilot of the Jayhawk, Lieutenant Ed Coffey, reported.

“Any surface contacts, Ed?”

“Affirmative, sir,” Coffey replied. “Off our nose, about ten miles, very large surface radar return. Probably too big for us to pick up.”

“Survivors or victims are our first priority, Ed, but when you start getting close to bingo fuel, pick up whatever you think you can snag.”

“Roger, Mohawk One.”

“No traffic in your vicinity,” Sheridan said, “but you can expect some company when they start seeing you circle and hover. We’ll keep an eye out for you.”

“Roger.”