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know. I just get tired of this shit. If someone has a problem with me I'd rather they come and talk to me rather than do childish stuff like this. This is such bullshit. I just want to do my job."
Mitchell tried to lighten the mood. "They won't face you because they're not man enough. Hell, even I don't like getting in an argument with you and I'm married to you. You always win." He slid his seat toward his wife and put his arm around her. "Listen, sweety-pie, don't let these idiots get to you." He hugged her tight.
Clark Air Force Base, Philippines Friday, 2 June, 1300 Zulu Friday, 2 June, 9:00 p.m. Local
The duty officer for the 1st Special Operations Squadron (1st SOS) looked up as the secure SATCOM terminal machine in the corner hummed with an incoming message. He put down his book and went over to the machine. After five seconds, the humming stopped and the message was spit out. The man's eyes widened as he read the message.
CLASSIFIED: TOP SECRET
ROUTING: FLASH
TO: CDR 1ST SOS/ 1ST SOW/ MSG 01
FROM: CDR USSOCOM/ SFOB FM
SUBJ: ALERT/ TANGO ROMEO/ AUTH CODE: FIERCE WIND
REF: OPLAN TYPHOON ONE SEVEN ALPHA
REQ: ONE MCI30
START: FRIDAY/ 2 JUNE/ 1500 ZULU
DEST: OSAN AFB/ ROK
POINT OF CONTACT: LTC HOSSEY/ DET-K
END: TBD
CLASSIFIED: TOP SECRET
The duty officer grabbed the phone and punched in the number for the commander's quarters. Damn, he thought. 1500 Zulu. That wasn't much time to preflight and get a crew together.
Eighth Army Headquarters, Yongsan, Seoul, Korea Friday, 2 June, 1332 Zulu Friday, 2 June, 10:32 p.m. Local
Hossey pulled into the parking lot of the Eighth Army Headquarters on north post less than fifteen minutes after getting the phone call from the duty officer about the Flash message. Hossey showed his ID card to the guard and wound his way through the building until he got to the duty office. The major there checked his ID card again. Satisfied that Hossey was who he claimed to be, the major handed over a sheet of paper.
Hossey put on his reading glasses and perused the contents.
CLASSIFIED: TOP SECRET
ROUTING: FLASH
TO: CDR DET-K/ MSG 01
FROM: CDR USSOCOM/ SFOB FM
SUBJ: ALERT/ TANGO ROMEO/ AUTH CODE: RIVER THUNDER
REF: OPLAN TYPHOON ONE SEVEN ALPHA
REQ: ONE OPERATIONAL DETACHMENT/ ONE FOB OSAN AFB
START: FRIDAY/ 2 JUNE/ 2000 ZULU
MISC: ONE MCI30 DUE IN OSAN FRIDAY/ 2 JUNE/ 2000 ZULU FOR MISSION PLANNING AND INFILTRATION SUPPORT/ INFILTRATION WINDOW 1400Z TO 1800Z 6 JUNE
END: TBD
CLASSIFIED: TOP SECRET
Hossey took a minute to consider the message. It was an alert and the Typhoon 17-A referenced the war plan. Hossey couldn't remember exactly which mission it was, but he knew the target was China.
Had to be either the nuclear power plant or the pipeline, but he couldn't remember which. More importantly, he wondered if this was real or a training exercise. The River Thunder authorization code was the real one, but Hossey could see little reason why they would be running a Typhoon mission for real. The ongoing events in China were certainly serious but seemed more a political than a military problem. He decided after a few moments of consideration that it was most likely a training exercise to test their ability to react, while at the same time giving the politicians a military option for a show of force.
Using the duty officer's phone, he started dialing. As the phone began to ring on the other end, he shook his head. A great time to call an alert—Saturday night on a payday weekend. Most every soldier would be off post in Itaewon getting drunk and chasing women. He was surprised when the receiver was lifted.
"Riley here."
"Dave, this is Colonel Hossey. This is an alert. Get your team together and meet me at the compound."
"All right, sir. I'm going to have to go downtown to track most of them down. When do you need everyone?"
Hossey checked his watch and subtracted the drive down to Osan. He added in the number of bars in Itaewon. "Try to get as many as you can by
Mitchell tried to lighten the mood. "They won't face you because they're not man enough. Hell, even I don't like getting in an argument with you and I'm married to you. You always win." He slid his seat toward his wife and put his arm around her. "Listen, sweety-pie, don't let these idiots get to you." He hugged her tight.
Clark Air Force Base, Philippines Friday, 2 June, 1300 Zulu Friday, 2 June, 9:00 p.m. Local
The duty officer for the 1st Special Operations Squadron (1st SOS) looked up as the secure SATCOM terminal machine in the corner hummed with an incoming message. He put down his book and went over to the machine. After five seconds, the humming stopped and the message was spit out. The man's eyes widened as he read the message.
CLASSIFIED: TOP SECRET
ROUTING: FLASH
TO: CDR 1ST SOS/ 1ST SOW/ MSG 01
FROM: CDR USSOCOM/ SFOB FM
SUBJ: ALERT/ TANGO ROMEO/ AUTH CODE: FIERCE WIND
REF: OPLAN TYPHOON ONE SEVEN ALPHA
REQ: ONE MCI30
START: FRIDAY/ 2 JUNE/ 1500 ZULU
DEST: OSAN AFB/ ROK
POINT OF CONTACT: LTC HOSSEY/ DET-K
END: TBD
CLASSIFIED: TOP SECRET
The duty officer grabbed the phone and punched in the number for the commander's quarters. Damn, he thought. 1500 Zulu. That wasn't much time to preflight and get a crew together.
Eighth Army Headquarters, Yongsan, Seoul, Korea Friday, 2 June, 1332 Zulu Friday, 2 June, 10:32 p.m. Local
Hossey pulled into the parking lot of the Eighth Army Headquarters on north post less than fifteen minutes after getting the phone call from the duty officer about the Flash message. Hossey showed his ID card to the guard and wound his way through the building until he got to the duty office. The major there checked his ID card again. Satisfied that Hossey was who he claimed to be, the major handed over a sheet of paper.
Hossey put on his reading glasses and perused the contents.
CLASSIFIED: TOP SECRET
ROUTING: FLASH
TO: CDR DET-K/ MSG 01
FROM: CDR USSOCOM/ SFOB FM
SUBJ: ALERT/ TANGO ROMEO/ AUTH CODE: RIVER THUNDER
REF: OPLAN TYPHOON ONE SEVEN ALPHA
REQ: ONE OPERATIONAL DETACHMENT/ ONE FOB OSAN AFB
START: FRIDAY/ 2 JUNE/ 2000 ZULU
MISC: ONE MCI30 DUE IN OSAN FRIDAY/ 2 JUNE/ 2000 ZULU FOR MISSION PLANNING AND INFILTRATION SUPPORT/ INFILTRATION WINDOW 1400Z TO 1800Z 6 JUNE
END: TBD
CLASSIFIED: TOP SECRET
Hossey took a minute to consider the message. It was an alert and the Typhoon 17-A referenced the war plan. Hossey couldn't remember exactly which mission it was, but he knew the target was China.
Had to be either the nuclear power plant or the pipeline, but he couldn't remember which. More importantly, he wondered if this was real or a training exercise. The River Thunder authorization code was the real one, but Hossey could see little reason why they would be running a Typhoon mission for real. The ongoing events in China were certainly serious but seemed more a political than a military problem. He decided after a few moments of consideration that it was most likely a training exercise to test their ability to react, while at the same time giving the politicians a military option for a show of force.
Using the duty officer's phone, he started dialing. As the phone began to ring on the other end, he shook his head. A great time to call an alert—Saturday night on a payday weekend. Most every soldier would be off post in Itaewon getting drunk and chasing women. He was surprised when the receiver was lifted.
"Riley here."
"Dave, this is Colonel Hossey. This is an alert. Get your team together and meet me at the compound."
"All right, sir. I'm going to have to go downtown to track most of them down. When do you need everyone?"
Hossey checked his watch and subtracted the drive down to Osan. He added in the number of bars in Itaewon. "Try to get as many as you can by
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