INVASION USA (Book 2) - The Battle For New York (49 page)

An hour later, the jets had been separated from the piston aircraft, and all the aircraft were taking off. A band played as the captured 747 transporter came in very low in formation with the three F-4s, one in front and one on each side. Then the second wave came over as a 21-gun salute was given to the general and his crew by Air Force troops commanded by Captain Pierce. Then the piston-engine aircraft came over low and slow at 500 feet. It was led by Preston in the P-38 with Martie and Carlos in the two P-51 Mustangs, followed by all 12 of the flying C-130s in an arrow-shaped formation. The formation had a hole in it right behind the lead aircraft flown by Sally and Jennifer, with the two gunships next in line. Between them was the hole where Ghost Rider should have been. Behind the hole was the latest addition to the fleet of aircraft—the Coast Guard C-130 of Vice Admiral Rogers.

The band played and the soldiers on the ground stood at attention as the aircraft passed overhead.

Preparation for Invasion USA

Mo Wang didn’t know what to do. It had been an hour since he had spoken on the phone to America. Even his worst fears about what the Americans actually knew had been surpassed. Carlos Rodriquez had been upfront about everything they had done, how much they knew, and even that they knew where he, Mo Wang, was, he thought—in the middle of the Pacific with ten ships.

Of course they wanted the aircraft. It was the only way to transfer their troops back to American soil quickly. They wanted all the aircraft, but did they know where they were now, in the chairman’s secret military base in Harbin? That must have been where the missiles had come from. Now, Harbin was the most dangerous place to store an army and all the aircraft Zedong Electronics currently had in their arsenal.

Mo certainly wanted to get off the ship, but the middle of the Pacific was not a good place to do that. He also realized that he should not talk to the chairman anymore, or it could become extremely deadly for him.

Comrade Mo Wang knew that he did not want to be a part of this madness any longer, and decided that Panama could be a good place to start a new life. He had the small suitcase full of American $100 bills. All the Politburo members had received the same suitcase a year earlier as a joke from the chairman who said that they should spend it as soon as possible since it would be worthless after Z-Day. Maybe it would be worth something in Panama.

If he could become friendly with this Carlos Rodriquez, he would still have the cell phone and he could still be in contact with the New World after the chairman was destroyed in New York. Mo Wang felt dirty and used. Mo Wang hadn’t killed anybody of his own free will. His termination squads had been trained at a secret location—probably Harbin—by the chairman, and then placed under his control to destroy all the operatives he had found and trained. He was not a killer, and did not like the eagerness his first cousin Comrade Chairman Chunqiao exhibited when terminating people.

Yes, Mo Wang was part of the Chunqiao family. His father was the chairman’s youngest uncle. The chairman knew this well, and that was why Mo Wang had got away with so much. And, it was time to tell Lee Wang that he was also part of the Wang family— a first cousin to Mo Wang by marriage. Mo Wang had always known this. The chairman didn’t, nor did Lee. He had watched as the young Lee, always at the top of his class, had flown through his schooling, always the best in class and getting the highest grades.

Even in university, Lee Wang—fifteen years younger than he— had excelled, so much so that Mo Wang had made sure that young Lee had been given a chance with Zedong Electronics. In those days, it was the only company to work for before all this crap about taking over the world had become the reality.

Mo Wang reckoned that they could have taken over the world peacefully by just doing what they were doing—building every single electrical piece of equipment in the world. He had had a drink with the chairman a year or so before Z-Day and had suggested to him that the more peaceful route was just as good. It would only take another decade before the world was totally dependant on the products their 400 manufacturing companies produced, and then the sky was the limit for asking top dollar.

The chairman had laughed at him—yes, laughed in his face, and asked him what enjoyment was there in taking over the world peacefully? China had always been a powerful nation. Enemies were brought before Chinese leaders and dealt with, not chatted to like stupid politicians chat to each other. Kings and queens of enemy factions and countries were beheaded, and the people enslaved as worker bees for the most powerful dynasties. China had been slaves to the rest of the world for too long and it was time to show China’s power and bring the whole world to their knees to beg the most powerful dynasty in the world for mercy. And he was about to do that, starting with the most powerful country in the world—the United States of America.

From that day on, Mo Wang hadn’t slept much, and now he just really wanted to jump ship.

It took him many hours, but finally he gathered up the courage to pick up the phone. It was midnight, and he was about to sink his first cousin Chairman Chunqiao. He hoped that if he did, then maybe he could die peacefully in a place like Panama. “I would like to speak to Carlos Rodriquez, please,” Mo asked as the phone was picked up.

“Comrade Mo Wang, I presume?”
replied Carlos.

“Am I calling at an inopportune moment, Mr. Rodriquez?”

“Not really, just having a cold beer,”
replied Carlos taking a sip.
“Lee Wang and his family and I and a few others have been memorializing our dead this afternoon. I’m just hanging out with Lee and a few friends of mine, like The President of the United States, and having a drink to remember our fallen. I’m putting you on speaker phone so that the 30-odd people around me can hear what you have to say to us, Mr. Wang.”

“You mean that the American President is there with you right now?” asked Mo. This Carlos person always backed him into a corner so quickly.

“Yep! He’s one of the boys and we are deliberating whether to take you out today, tomorrow, or the next day. We haven’t decided yet.”

“Today would be better, Mr. Rodriquez. Then I could also finally rest easy,” replied Mo Wang. “I have decided that I will be leaving Zedong Electronics in Panama in three days time. Lee Wang, are you there?”

“Yes, I am here,”
replied Lee, bending toward the speaker phone. He didn’t really need to. The room full of people had gone so quiet that there wasn’t a sound. There were the U.S. President, five Air Force base commanders, Vice Admiral Rogers and three of his men, the Colombian Ambassador and Manuel, Colonel Patterson and the two new majors, Wong and Chong, Preston, Martie, Joe, David, Buck and Barbara, Will and Maggie, and Lin and Ling Wang. All the other pilots had gone back to duty, and every transport aircraft was back in the air ferrying in equipment from all over the eastern part of the country.

“Did you know, Lee, that you and I are related?” and Mo, in English, explained to Lee that he was family after all. Lee was shocked, but did not react visibly to the news.

“Carlos, I’m going to tell you everything I know. I have not been responsible for any deaths, but I am part of the overall picture, so I consider myself guilty. But this madman, my cousin, needs to be stopped before he destroys the whole world.” For another several minutes, Mo gave his new audience the rundown on the leader of Zedong Electronics.

“As you already know, we are two days out from the Panama Canal. Zedong Electronics has many troops in Panama, and has taken over the country so that we can pass through the canal without hindrance. We will spend the last day before we pass through the canal getting our naval ships refueled and supplied from tankers and supply ships. I believe that they will return to the coastal area around Harbin to refuel so they can return to resupply the ships coming back into the Pacific and then going in to Los Angeles. I was reminded about his secret base in Harbin this morning. Harbin is where the missiles originated. He has one left. He purchased four White Falcon missiles from Pakistan a year ago. He told me himself that the fourth missile is destined for Shanghai once he has all his 60,000 troops out of there. It is not meant to fly to the United States. He wants your country untouched because it will be his new base of operations.”

“What are your naval ships?”
asked Carlos after receiving a written note from Vice Admiral Rogers.

“We have the aircraft carrier from which I am speaking to you, two modern destroyers, and the last two modern frigates made in China only last year. I don’t know much about ships, but their numbers are 85, 170, 171, 572, and 573. Your Navy will be able to tell you about them since Google no longer exists. I’m sure you will know more about them than I do. But, Mr. Rodriquez, much more important is your people. We are the escort for five of the world’s largest container ships. These five ships are full of billions of pounds of food that the chairman is expecting to use to bribe the women and children in America into accepting a red Communist passport. I’m sure that your people are now desperate for food and there is enough for millions of meals. They will go first to New York harbor, 24 hours after the aircraft you have not yet stolen fly into the three airports and drop in 12,000 troops. Those troops will walk to the harbor and fortify it. The number was meant to be 20,000, but you brought the numbers down when you stole the aircraft. Then those aircraft will take off and return the next day with another 12,000 troops bound for Washington, D.C. Two weeks later, they return again and land with another 12,000 troops in Los Angeles. By then, all your U.S. West Coast troops are expected to be travelling by road to New York to fight the East Coast battle, if there is one. I believe that there are 30 of China’s most modern and powerful fighter aircraft on this ship. Again, speak to your Air Force so they are ready for battle. You need the food, but I’m sure you don’t need the naval ships. If you do, then you will form a plan.

“The chairman expects to take over New York, fight any Americans that resist, take over Washington D.C., and then work on the West Coast. He has 60,000 well-trained troops. I’m hoping that the chairman doesn’t hear that I have spoken with you, because he will terminate me for sure. As you asked, I have told the rest of the termination squads to lay low and not get close to New York, or they will surely die. There are about 200 men left and once I get off the ship, I will tell them to disappear and wait to see who wins the war. These ships are fully armed and they will use our three satellites to work their armament systems.”

“Not anymore,” replied Carlos. “We control them now. We have controlled them since an hour ago. Your cousin Lee is the best you could have ever given us, Mr. Wang. I just don’t know why you employed him as a floor cleaner.”

“Sometimes a floor cleaner can get promoted into better positions,” replied Mo Wang. “Now, I’ve told you the story. Lee Wang, come and find me in Panama. I might look up your aunt who lives somewhere around that area. They say that the weather is warm this time of year. Carlos Rodriquez, good luck.” And with that, Mo Wang hung up, his job done and his destiny sealed.

*****

“What do you think, Lee?” asked the president after Mo Wang had hung up. “Do you think your cousin is setting a trap for us?”

“I don’t think so,” interrupted Mrs. Wang. “We know him well and we were all surprised to realize that this man was part of such a ruthless bunch of men. Remember, we also joined Zedong Electronics, much like he did, and at that time, in our part of China there was not much more to look forward to.”

“I agree,” added Lee. “I think he has been in a frustrating position. If he didn’t do as they expected, he would not be alive. But, I still do not trust anything anymore at face value. I think we must back up and prove that this attack will actually happen like he says it will. We can find the ships on the satellite before they reach New York, and I’m sure our aircraft can search for them. Without satellite communications, their ships cannot fire their very new and fancy missiles with any accuracy, and I believe that we can still win the battle for New York. And, I just might check out the Panama weather reports once the war is over.”

“General Allen knew a great deal about their plan already,” added Colonel Patterson. “Before he died, he gave me implicit instructions on how to defend New York. He didn’t know about the food ships, and I’m sure we can tweak the plan he gave me to make sure that the valuable food gets to those who need it most.” He then went about telling the group what the general had planned for the arrival of the invasion force.

*****

Colonel Grady was slowly making his way up I-95 as the group at McGuire discussed battle plans. The second convoy had caught up with him within a day of leaving Preston’s farm. The first convoy had reached the southern Virginia border when the second convoy reported that they could see the tail end of the convoy up ahead. They were getting low on fuel and the colonel got on the phone to Preston. “Good evening, Preston. Grady here. I’m going to need one of your tankers to fly in and refuel our tanks down here in Virginia. We will need about 6,000 gallons per day and the second convoy now just behind us will need about the same. Plain old regular gas will do—none of your fancy flying fuels now, just 50% unleaded and 50% diesel.”

“Hi, Colonel Grady,”
replied Preston. “
How are the roads? Can a 130 get down on the cleared highway?”

“Oh, sure. The navy has done a good job. We have increased our speed from 20 miles an hour to 30. We could go faster, but the old tanks have a maximum speed of 30 miles an hour. We have enough fuel for about three hours at this speed and I thought that I could send our tanker trucks forward several miles and then the Air Force can come in and fill them up. We now have eight tankers, all old M-49s from the 1960s. They hold 1,200 gallons each and I’m sure your 130 could fill up a couple of them at a time. I could send four of them forward 100 miles and they could be refueled and ready for us when we get there. Leapfrog the tankers, you know what I mean. I can refuel eight vehicles at a time so we could have both convoys refueled in four hours. I think that we can stagger the vehicles every couple hundred yards to head up to the next refueling spot as they are filled, which will give us a 100-mile convoy, but at least we won’t have hundreds of vehicles hanging around waiting for fuel.”