tc.redstormrising-第62部分

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〃How　long　before　our　fighters　arrive？〃
〃Thirty　minutes；　rade　Major。〃
〃Get　the　radar　operating。〃
The　Soviets　had　packed　most　of　the　equipment　for　a　forward　air　base　in　one　of　the　Fucik's　barges。　A　mobile　long…range　radar　was　now　operating　just　west　of　the　main　runway　intersection；　plus　a　van　from　which　ground　controllers　could　direct　radar　intercepts　of　ining　targets。　Three　truck…vans　of　spare　parts　and　air…to…air　missiles　were　on　the　base；　and　three　hundred　maintenance　personnel　had　been　flown　in　the　previous　day。　A　full　battery　of　SA…11　missiles　guarded　the　runways；　plus　eight　mobile　antiaircraft　guns　and　a　platoon　of　infantrymen　armed　with　handheld　SAMs　for　low…flying　raiders。　The　only　hangup　had　been　with　the　SAMs；　and　the　replacements　flown　in　a　few　hours　ago　had　already　been　loaded　on　the　launcher　vehicles。　Any　NATO　aircraft　that　came　waltzing　into　Iceland　was　in　for　a　rude　surprise；　as　a　Royal　Air　Force　Jaguar　had　discovered　the　night　before；　shot　out　of　the　sky　over　Reykjavik　before　its　pilot　could　react。
〃Runway　nine　is　cleared　for　operation；〃　the　radio　operator　reported。　〃Excellent！　Now　get　them　working　on　one…eight。　I　want　every　strip　operational　by　this　afternoon。〃

HILL　152；　ICELAND
〃What's　that？〃　Edwards　saw　it　first　for　a　change。　The　wide　silver　wings　of　a　Badger　bomber　skirted　in　and　out　of　the　lower　cloud　layer。　Then　something　else。　It　was　smaller；　and　it　disappeared　back　into　the　clouds。
〃Was　that　a　fighter？〃
〃I　didn't　see　anything；　sir。〃　Garcia　had　been　looking　in　the　wrong　direction。　The　sound　passed　overhead；　the　distinctive　whine　of　turbojets　on　a　low　throttle　setting。
The　lieutenant　was　being　a　master　at　getting　his　radio　in　operation。　〃Doghouse；　this　is　Beagle；　and　things　are　rotten。　Do　you　copy？〃
〃Roger；　Beagle。　What　do　you　have　for　us？〃
〃We　have　aircraft　flying　overhead；　westbound；　probably　for　Keflavik。　Stand　by。〃
〃I　can　hear　'em；　but　I　don't　see　nothin'。〃　Garcia　handed　the　glasses　over。
〃I　saw　one　twin…engine　aircraft；　probably　a　bomber；　and　one　other　aircraft；　a　lot　smaller；　like　a　fighter。　We　have　aircraft　sounds　overhead；　but　we　got　solid　clouds　at　about　two　thousand　feet。　No　more　visual　sightings。〃
〃You　say　heading　towards　Keflavik？〃
〃That's　affirm。　The　bomber　appeared　to　be　westbound　and　descending。〃
〃Any　chance　you　can　walk　back　to　Keflavik　to　see　what's　happening　there？〃
Edwards　didn't　speak　for　a　second。　Couldn't　the　bastard　read　a　map？　That　meant　walking　thirty　miles　over　bare　ground。
〃Negative。　Say　again；　negative；　no　chance。　Over。〃
〃Understood；　Beagle。　Sorry　about　that。　I　had　orders　to　ask。　Get　back　to　us　when　you　have　a　better　count。　You're　doing　good；　guys。　Hang　in　there。　Out。〃
〃They　asked　if　we　wanted　to　walk　over　to　Keflavik；〃　Edwards　announced　as　he　took　off　his　headset。　〃I　said　no。〃
〃Real　good；　sir；〃　Smith　observed。　At　least　Air　Force　officers　weren't　total　idiots。

KEFLAVIK；　ICELAND
The　first　MiG…29　Fulcrum　landed　at　Keflavik　a　minute　later。　It　taxied　behind　a　base　jeep　and　stopped　close　to　the　tower。　The　major　in　mand　of　the　base　was　there　to　meet　it。
〃Wele　to　Keflavik！〃
〃Excellent。　Find　me　a　lavatory；〃　the　colonel　replied。
The　major　motioned　him　to　his　own　jeep…the　Americans　had　left　seventy　jeeps　behind；　plus　over　three　hundred　private　automobiles…and　drove　toward　the　tower。　The　American　radios　had　been　destroyed；　but　the　plumbing　was　made　of　sterner　stuff。
〃How　many？〃
〃Six；〃　the　colonel　answered。　〃A　Goddamned　Norwegian　F…16　jumped　us　off　Hammerfest　and　got　one　before　we　knew　he　was　there。　Another　aborted　with　engine　trouble；　and　a　third　had　to　land　at　Akureyri。　Do　we　have　men　there？〃
〃Not　yet。　We　have　only　one　helicopter。　More　should　be　ing　in　today。〃　They　pulled　to　the　door。　〃Inside；　second　door　on　the　right。〃
〃Thank　you；　rade　Major！〃　The　colonel　was　back　in　three　minutes。　〃The　unglamorous　side　of　flying　fighter　aircraft。　Somehow　we　never　warn　our　cadets　about　this。〃
〃Here；　coffee。　The　previous　occupants　were　most　kind　to　us。〃　The　major　unscrewed　an　American　thermos。　The　colonel　took　the　cup；　savoring　the　flavor　as　though　it　were　fine　brandy　while　he　watched　his　fighters　land。　〃We　have　your　missiles　all　ready　for　you；　and　we　can　refuel　every　aircraft　from　our　trucks。　How　soon　can　you　fly　again？〃
〃I'd　prefer　that　my　men　get　at　least　two　hours　to　rest　and　eat。　And　I　want　those　aircraft　dispersed　after　they're　fueled。　Have　you　been　hit　yet？〃
〃Only　two　reconnaissance　aircraft；　and　we　killed　one。　If　we're　lucky…〃
〃Luck　is　for　fools。　The　American　will　hit　us　today。　I　would。〃

USS　NIMITZ
〃We　have　a　new　intel　source　on　Iceland；　code　name　Beagle；〃　Toland　reported。　They　were　in　the　carrier's　bat　Information　Center　now。　〃He　counted　over　eighty　transport　flights　into　Reykjavik　last　night；　at　least　six　fighters　with　them。　That's　enough　airlift　capacity　for　a　whole　airborne　division　and　then　some。　Doghouse　in　Scotland　says　that　they　have　an　unconfirmed　report　of　Soviet　fighters　landing　now。〃
〃Have　to　be　a　long…range　one。　Foxhound；　maybe　a　Fulcrum；〃　CAG　said。　〃If　they　have　them　to　spare。　Well；　we　weren't　planning　to　visit　the　place　just　yet。　We　might　have　a　problem　with　them　trying　raid…escort；　though。〃
〃Any　word　on　E…3　support　from　the　U。K。〃　Baker　asked　Svenson。
〃Looks　like　none。〃
〃Toland；　when　do　you　expect　our　friends　to　arrive？〃
〃The　RORSAT　passes　overhead　in　twenty　minutes。　They'll　probably　want　that　data　before　they　take　off。　They　could　take　off　at　any　time　after　that；　Admiral。　If　the　Backfires　tank　up　partway　down　and　proceed　at　max　power；　two　hours。　That's　worst　case。　More　likely　four　to　five　hours。〃
〃CAG？〃
The　air　group　mander　looked　tense。　〃Each　carrier　has　a　Hummer　radar　bird　up；　a　pair　of　F…14　Tomcats　with　each。　Two　more　Tomcats　on　the　catapults；　ready　to　go　at　five　minutes'　notice；　another　Hummer　and　a　tanker。　The　rest　of　the　fighters　are　at　plus…fifteen　on　the　roof；　loaded　and　fueled。　The　flight　crews　are　briefed。　One　Prowler　over　the　formation；　the　rest　ready　to　go　at　fifteen。　The　A…7s　have　buddy　stores　rigged。　We're　ready。　Foch　has　her　Crusaders　at　plus…fifteen。　Good　birds；　but　short　legs。　When　the　time　es　we'll　use　them　for　overhead　coverage。〃

KIROVSK；　R。S。F。S。R。
The　Radar　Ocean　Reconnaissance　Satellite；　called　a　RORSAT；　passed　over　the　formation　at　0310。　Its　radar　transmitter　noted　the　formation　and　its　cameras　tracked　in　on　their　wakes。　Five　minutes　later；　the　data　was　in　Moscow。　Fifteen　minutes　after　that；　flight　crews　were　given　their　final　brief　at　four　military　air　bases　grouped　around　the　city　of　Kirovsk　on　the　Kola　Peninsula。　The　crews　were　quiet；　no　less　tense　than　their　American　targets。　Both　sides　mulled　over　the　same　thoughts。　This　was　the　exercise　both　sides　had　practiced　for　over　fifteen　years。　Millions　of　hours　of　planning；　studies　and　simulations　were　about　to　be　put　to　the　test。
The　Badgers　lifted　off　first；　pushed　by　their　twin　Mikulin　engines。　Each　takeoff　was　an　effort。　The　bombers　were　so　heavily　loaded　that　the　tower　controllers　reached　out　with　their　minds　to　wish　every　aircraft　into　the　still　morning　air。　Once　off　the　ground　they　headed　north；　forming　up　into　loose　regimental　formations　just　north　of　Murmansk　before　heading　west　and　skirting　past　the　North　Cape；　before　their　slow　left　turns　took　them　toward　the　North　Atlantic。
Twenty　miles　off　the　North　Russian　coast；　USS　Narwhal　hovered　beneath　the　surface　of　a　slate…gray　sea。　The　quietest　submarine　in　the　U。S。　fleet；　she　was　a　specialized　intelligence…gathering　platform　that　spent　more　time　on　the　Soviet　coast　than　did　some　ships　in　the　Russian　Navy　Her　three　thin　ESM　antennae　were　raised；　as　was　a　million…dollar　search　periscope。　Technicians　aboard　listened　in　on　low…power　radio　conversations　between　aircraft　as　they　formed　up。　Three　uniformed　intelligence　specialists　and　a　civilian　from　the　National　Security　Agency　evaluated　the　strength　of　the　raid　and　decided　that　it　was　large　enough　to　risk　a　warning　broadcast。　An　additional　mast　was　raised　and　aimed　at　a　munications　satellite　twenty…four　thousand　miles　away。　The　burst　transmission　lasted　less　than　a　fifteenth　of　a　second。

USS　NIMITZ
The　message　was　automatically　relayed　to　four　separate　munications　stations；　and　within　thirty　seconds　was　at　SACLANT　headquarters。　Five　minutes　after　that；　Toland　had