The Project 01 - White Jade

Standing Committee. " They will soon know what happened. W e must talk to them. Tell them the truth. "
    " We would lose face! "
    " Better to lose face than to lose Beijing or Chengdu . We can give them Yang, execute him, make diplomatic reparations, whatever is needed to show Yang acted on his own. Privately they may know, but it must not become public. It is not in their interest that it becomes public. They need us to keep their economy going. Perhaps we can mislead them with the extremist elements. "
    The meeting turned into a general discussion of damage control and how to spin the certain fallout of Yang ' s actions.
    Outside the vine-covered walls of the President ' s villa it was another smog-filled day in Beijing. If the summer crowds noticed the large presence of military vehicles and personnel, they marked it off to another training maneuver. Life was good in Beijing . One shouldn ' t complain just because the rumble of tanks disturbed one ' s harmony.

Chapter Fifty- Two

    The command center of the Second Artillery Battalion at Luoyang took up the entire top floor of Base Headquarters. From his corner office, General Lu Cheng could see the main gate to the west and the concrete abutments surrounding the silos and tunnels to the north. Government tanks had been in position outside the gates since morning.
    Waiting.
    It was now early evening. Yang had failed. Beijing was still trying to convince him to surrender the base, but Lu could tell they were growing impatient.
    The sharp lines of Lu's face were bleak . It had all come down to this. A lifetime of service to China, brought to nothing by the timid minds of the Party leadership. Fools who could not grasp destiny. The choice would have to be forced upon them.
    T he base had been sealed . A security lockdown was in place. H e'd told his t roops that reactionary elements within the army had mutinied. Live ammunition had been issued. In the elite missile battalions there was little respect for the ground forces. His officers had no trouble believing him. They'd been told to resist with deadly force if anyone attempted to enter.
    In the distance Lu saw a ro lling cloud of dust beyond the gates. There was only one thing that made that much dust. More tanks, and trucks with assault forces. Time was running out.
    Lu made his decision. He picked up his phone.
    "Send Colonel Hing to me, immediately."
    Hing was Lu's XO. It took two to do what Lu had decided. Lu went back to his desk and sat down. He looked at a picture of his father, taken just before he'd left for Vietnam. In 1968 h is father had been an advisor to the NVLA during the opening days of the great Tet offensive. Lu had idolized his father. He had never forgiven the Americans for killing him.
    There was a significant flaw in the security of China's nuclear arsena l . Beijing feared losing the ability to retaliate during a nuclear attack. Under certain circumstances, the commanders of the missile bases could launch on their own . It was felt that careful screening of the commanders, periodic investigation by the Secret Service and the need for two independent officers to initiate launch were sufficient safeguards. As an added precaution, coded radio signals could disable and destroy an errant missile . T hose comm ands could be sent from Beijing if necessary.
    That was true, except Lu had reprogrammed the missiles. Beijing's codes were no longer effective. Under the protocols Lu had put in place for a security lockdown, the missile crews were isolated. Once the launch codes were sent, no countermanding order would be followed.
    Lu was proud of his doomsday machine. It had taken months to set up.
    A knock. Colonel Hing entered. Lu wondered how he would react.
    "Government forces are getting ready to storm the base ." He gestured at the dust clouds drawing closer to the base, visible through the windows. " It's only a question of time before they're through our defenses."
    Hing's face turned a sallow, sick color. "Then we have lost."
    "Yes. But I do not intend to let them win."
    "What will you do?" Hing looked at his superior. It dawned on him. "You want to launch!"
    "Yes."
    "But the Americans will retaliate."
    "Our defenses are adequate. A few of their missiles will get through, but not all. If we strike first, their military will be severely crippled. We will be humiliated by them no more . Beijing will be forced to follow our lead or face defeat. They will be forced to take up our destiny."
    Lu