A few men chuckled, and Madox glanced at the suitcase. “It does look a little ratty.” He laughed, then stared at each man. “And now, perhaps the most difficult decision we need to make—one that we’ve never really discussed in any detail—but the time has come. What two American cities need to be sacrificed so that America and the world will be free of Islamic terror? Gentlemen?”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Bain Madox hit a button on his console, and the map on the screen changed from the world of Islam to a map of the United States. He said, “Forget that you are Americans. Put yourselves into the mind of an Islamic terrorist. You are able to destroy two American cities. Which two will most please Allah?”
Madox lit a cigarette and watched the smoke rise in front of the illuminated map of the United States.
He said, “Well, then, I’ll begin. If I were an Islamic terrorist, my first and second choices would be New York and Washington. Again. But I’m not really an Islamic terrorist, so Washington is not on our list. And New York will not be on our list either because of the stock exchanges, and its vital importance to the world economy, plus the fact that I believe we all—including Mr. Muller—have friends and family in the New York area.”
Landsdale said, “And don’t forget your Park Avenue apartment, Bain.”
“Scott, I have many assets in many cities. That’s not a consideration. The only thing we will consider are loved ones in the cities which we target. If necessary, we may need to get some people out of a targeted city on some pretext. But we’ll cross that bridge if we come to it.”
Landsdale inquired, “Where does your ex-wife live?”
Madox replied in an annoyed tone, “Palm Beach. Not a likely Islamic target for nuclear destruction.”
Landsdale smiled and pointed out, “If I was paying your alimony, I could make a strong case for it.”
Madox said, “All right, I think we need to remove all East Coast cities from the potential target list. A nuclear detonation in any city along the Boston-Baltimore corridor would have serious consequences for the national economy, which is something we need to avoid. On the other hand, as I said, we need to give the illusion that this is an Islamic attack.”
Harry Muller listened as the five men spoke about what two American cities were to be nuked. As they got into it, they started to sound like businessmen thinking of closing a plant in one city or another. This was so unreal that Harry himself began to forget what they were actually talking about.
Bain Madox said, “I think we have to seriously consider Detroit. The city is dead anyway, it has a large Muslim population, and it’s right next to Canada, which has become a pacifist and socialist pain in our ass. This might be a good signal to send to our Canadian allies.”
Edward Wolffer responded, “Detroit may be high on our list, but for the reasons you just pointed out, Bain, it would not be high on the list of any Islamic terrorist group.”
“I know, but it’s such a tempting target.”
Landsdale reminded him, “Think like a Muslim terrorist. I say Miami, with its large Jewish population. The city has some economic importance as a port and a tourist destination, but we can do without it. Also, we can make a preemptory strike against some of those confused electoral votes, before the next election.”
Someone laughed, then Paul Dunn said, “There’s a large Cuban population in Miami that is very supportive of . . . some of the administration’s policies. They’ll be helpful when we address the Cuba problem.”
Everyone nodded, and General Hawkins suggested, “Disney World. Haven’t there been Islamic threats against Disney World?” He looked around the quiet table and continued, “It’s a perfect target. No industry, no vital economic or military value. Far from the population centers . . .”
Bain Madox stared at General Hawkins. “Are you suggesting that we kill Mickey Mouse?”
Everyone laughed.
Madox continued, “Minnie, Goofy . . . who else? Jim, that’s just . . . cruel. Not to mention the children.” He added, “We’re not monsters.”
Harry Muller wasn’t too sure about that. Yet, these guys didn’t fit his criminal profile of psychopaths, sociopaths, or just plain crazy and violent men. It began to dawn on Harry that these guys were mostly normal, educated, and successful guys with good jobs, families, friends, and people who looked up to them. The closest he could come to getting a handle on these guys was to compare them to Irish Republican Army men he’d had dealings with. Mostly normal, but filled with hate and all charged up for their cause. So, nothing they did was wrong—like the IRA guy he’d interrogated once who ordered a tuna fish sandwich for lunch because it was Friday during Lent. And back in Belfast, he’d shot two policemen in cold blood. Guys like this were scarier than street criminals.
Bain Madox was speaking. “Chicago is also too vital to the U.S. economy, and it has no special significance to an Islamic terrorist. Look, let’s cut to the chase. I have three excellent candidates—Los Angeles, San Francisco, and Las Vegas. Sodom, Gomorrah, and . . . what?”
Landsdale said helpfully, “Babylon.”
“Thank you. First, San Francisco. Some economic importance, but that’s outweighed by the fact that this city is a festering, pus-filled boil on the ass of America. A left-wing loony hotbed of sexual deviancy, anti-American values, political correctness, defeatism, and pacifistic appeasement.”
Landsdale said, “Why don’t you tell us what you really think of San Francisco?”
Madox ignored him and asked, “Can anyone here make a case for not putting San Francisco on the target list?”
Edward Wolffer replied, “Well, I can. For one thing, my daughter lives there, though I can get her to fly out tomorrow on the pretext of an illness in the family. But also, it’s a . . . well, an architecturally beautiful city. And I think, in the new America, San Francisco can either be redeemed or, if not, just looked at as a curiosity—sort of a social laboratory. It would be interesting to see how that city reacts to two other American cities being destroyed, followed by the destruction of much of the Islamic world.”
Everyone thought about that, then Madox said, “I’m not interested in their reaction or redemption. I’m more interested in their vaporization.”
Paul Dunn warned, “That’s a very egotistical and prejudiced attitude, Bain. This is not about your personal opinion of San Francisco, which would not be a high-priority target for Islamic extremists. There have been no specific threats against that city—”
“Why should there be?” snapped Madox. “If I were an Islamic terrorist, or a Marxist, or Osama bin Laden himself, the last place in the world I’d threaten is the friendly city of San Francisco.”
“That,” said Wolffer, “is exactly why this city should not be a target.”
Madox seemed irritated that his own arguments were being turned against him, and he slapped his hand on the table and said, “San Francisco goes on the short list.”
Landsdale asked, “Bain, are you chairing this meeting, or taking it over?”
Madox took a deep breath and replied, “I apologize for my management style. But this isn’t a government committee. It’s an Executive Board meeting that needs to make some quick, hard, and final decisions. Your contributions are valuable, and your actions on Tuesday will be invaluable to the success of Wild Fire. While I need a consensus, we also need direction and clarity.” He added, “As Friedrich Nietzsche wrote, ‘The most common form of human stupidity is forgetting what one is trying to do.’”
Landsdale said, “Thank you. I think we know what we’re trying to do—start a one-sided nuclear war by giving the illusion that we were attacked. This shouldn’t be too difficult.” He added, “If you recall, many people in Sandland accused us of attacking the World Trade Center and the Pentagon so we could retaliate against them. They get the concept, even if they were wrong that time. This time, they’re going to be right. But we need to pick the targets that are just right so that hopefully no one—at least for a few hours
—will believe that we did this to ourselves so that we could do it to them. So, let’s be rational and smart about the targets.” He smiled. “That’s what Nietzsche would say.”
Bain Madox ignored this and continued, “The next two cities to consider are Los Angeles and Las Vegas. Let’s look at LA first. It’s an economic powerhouse, but the city is so huge that I don’t think two five-kiloton nuclear devices will cause much more damage or dislocation than one of their periodic earthquakes or riots. Therefore, I’d like to specifically target the area of Hollywood and Beverly Hills. Do I need to give my reasons?”
General Hawkins said, “I think we’re all on the same page with this one.”
Madox nodded. “And keep in mind that there have been very specific threats and public statements made by the Islamic jihadists against Hollywood. They seem to think the place is a cesspool of moral corruption. That’s not very liberal minded, and I’m embarrassed to admit I agree with them.”
A few men chuckled.
Madox glanced at a note on the table and said, “A gentleman named Suleiman Abu Ghaith, an official spokesman for bin Laden, has said, quote, ‘America, with the collaboration of the Jews, is the leader of corruption and the breakdown of values, whether moral, ideological, political, or economic corruption. It disseminates abomination and licentiousness among people by way of the cheap media.” Madox added, “There may be something lost in the translation, but I believe he was speaking of Hollywood.”
Again, there were a few chuckles.
Madox hit some keys on his console, and a map of Los Angeles appeared on the screen. He said, “This is a sprawling urban area, and if we focus in on Hollywood”—he enlarged a section of the map and continued—“and nearby Beverly Hills, we see that the blast radius of our two nukes would barely overlap. Which presents the problem of this getting back to us if one of the nukes doesn’t go off. But I believe we need to take a risk here because the rewards are so great.”
Paul Dunn spoke. “Somehow, I think this will get back to us, one way or another. Bain, we’ll have one or two ground zeros that can be identified as hotels, and sometime down the road, the FBI will obtain a list of everyone who was staying at those hotels. Eventually, the guest lists of those four hotels will reveal the names of your four pilots, and further investigation will reveal their flight plans and landings at the airports of those cities. I don’t believe the FBI—or the CIA—is going to think this was a coincidence.”
Madox thought a moment, then looked at Harry Muller. “Harry, what do you think?”
“I think you’re out of your fucking minds.”
“We know that. I’m looking for a professional opinion.” He added, “Please.”
Harry hesitated, then said, “If I were working the case, it would take me less than a week to put all this together. You start with the scene of the crime—the hotels that are ID’d as ground zero—then you go to the guest lists kept on a reservation computer someplace else, then you work the lists twenty-four-seven, until something starts to connect.”
Madox asked, “Would it make a difference if my pilots check into the hotels with false names and bogus credit cards?”
“Yeah . . . but—”
“Well, that’s the plan, Harry. That’s the plan, Paul. I’m not that stupid.”
Harry, trying to introduce some element of doubt, asked, “Is it a coincidence that you have two aircraft in the cities that are nuked, and that you’re missing four pilots after the attacks?”
“Do you know how many coincidences there were in the Twin Towers?” Madox replied. “The risk, if any, of this being traced back to us, with a million dead, is insignificant and acceptable. And you know what? If the FBI does come knocking on my door, they’ll probably be there to congratulate me.”
Harry replied, “You'll all end up in jail.”
Madox ignored that and continued, “And if the FBI, or anyone in the government, concludes that the Custer Hill Club had something to do with these attacks on America that led to the launch of Wild Fire, do you think they’re going to announce this to the world? What will they say? ‘Sorry, we made a little boo-boo.’ Followed, of course, by an expression of regret for the two hundred million dead Muslims, and a sincere apology to the shell-shocked survivors, along with a promise that it won’t happen again.”
That seemed to make sense to everyone, and Madox said, “Let’s continue. I’ve done some work on targeting Los Angeles, and I’ve determined that the best hotels for the pilot and co-pilot to check into would be the Beverly Wilshire in Beverly Hills and the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel.” He explained, “I will reserve a room for them in each hotel with a bogus credit card, and request a room on the highest floor, which offers the best view and, not incidentally, the best altitude for detonation. Also, the higher up you go, the less likely it will be for a roving NEST team to pick up any gamma rays or ambient neutrons.” He looked at Harry and asked, “Correct?”
“Yeah, don’t worry about it, Bain. The NEST teams are useless anyway. Remember?”
Landsdale laughed, but no one else did.
Madox seemed about to say something unpleasant to Harry, but instead he continued, “If I calculate correctly, and if the nukes yield their maximum power, the rings of destruction should overlap. The area of complete and partial destruction in Beverly Hills will rid us of a good number of untalented movie stars, overpaid studio executives, and various other limousine liberals.” He asked, rhetorically, “How good is that?”
Landsdale commented, “I hope Demi Moore doesn’t live in the area.”
“I’ll get you a Hollywood star map, Scott. Okay, the second area of destruction, Hollywood, encompasses several moviemaking facilities, including Paramount Studios, Warner Studios, as well as the ABC-TV studio. And as an extra bonus, we get the headquarters of the Screen Actors Guild.” Madox said, “I think we’ll all be watching old DVDs and reruns for a while.”
A few men smiled politely.
Paul Dunn said, “Los Angeles is one of the most vitally important cities in the country, with a metro area population of over fifteen million people. If you detonate two nuclear devices to destroy Hollywood and Beverly Hills, it will cause chaos and panic in the city. Millions of people will attempt to flee, and the results will be catastrophic.”
Madox replied, “Paul, you put a pessimistic spin on everything. Be positive. Think of this as solving the problem of undocumented aliens. They all know which way Mexico is.”
Dunn pointed out, “That’s a racist remark.”
Madox made an expression of mock contrition and said, “Terribly sorry. And I do see your point. In fact, I own extensive oil storage and refining facilities in south LA. But I’m optimistic that things will be back to what passes for normal there within a year. More important, the Islamics really want to destroy Hollywood. So, this target goes on the short list.”
Everyone nodded.
Madox continued, “Last, but not least, Las Vegas.” He hit a few keys, and an aerial view of Las Vegas at night appeared on the screen. Madox said, “To me, this is the perfect target. A drug-infested den of iniquity, and a moral wasteland, populated by scam artists, godless men, loose women—”
“Hold on,” Landsdale interrupted. “Some of us like loose women.”
Madox replied, “I’m giving you the Islamic viewpoint.” He returned to his subject. “This is a one-industry town, and while I’ve been known to engage in casino gambling, I can find someplace else to lose my money. In any case, I see no downside to leveling a piece of this place. It’s far from other population centers, and it’s at the top of the Islamic hit list, so it should be at the top of ours.”
The four men nodded.
Madox motioned toward the view of Las Vegas, an oasis of sparkling lights surrounded by dark desert and black hills. He said, “Actually, there may be an economic upside to nuking this place. The city is growing too fast, and it’s using too much electricity and too much scarce water.”
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Madox continued, “What I propose is one suitcase bomb in a tall hotel along the strip—maybe Caesars Palace, right in the center of the strip—and another in the downtown area. This should take out all the casinos but leave the surrounding suburbs intact.” He pointed out, “The suburbs happen to be heavily Republican.” He smiled, hit a key, and the screen went blank.
The room lights brightened, and Madox said, “So, I believe we have three candidates for two positions. Shall we vote?”
Paul Dunn answered, “I think it would be difficult for us to . . . to actually choose the two cities that will suffer nuclear devastation. I mean, we’ve chosen three . . . but it may be easier for us if we just draw ballots for the final two.”
Madox looked at each man, and each nodded in agreement. He tore off three strips of paper from the legal pad in front of him and wrote the names of each city on the strips, then held up the names so everyone could see them, and said, “So you don’t think I’ve written San Francisco twice.” He grinned, folded the papers into quarters, then put them in an empty coffee mug. He slid the mug down the length of the table and said, “Harry, you’re God. Pick Sodom and Gomorrah.”
“Go to hell.”
“Then let’s do it the other way—pick the city that won’t get nuked.” He added, “God will guide your hand.”
“Eat shit.”
Landsdale seemed impatient and picked up the mug. He drew two ballots, then lit them with his cigarette lighter and threw the burning papers in his ashtray. Everyone stared at the burning ashtray, then Landsdale said, “Those are the two losers in the National Nuclear Lottery.” He drew the last folded ballot out of the mug and said, “The city that will escape nuclear destruction is—”
“Don’t look at it,” Madox instructed. “Put it in your pocket and show it to us later. I don’t want anyone to be disappointed, disconcerted, or distracted during this meeting.”