The Silent War

ADMIRAL WANAMAKER’S OFFICE

The spare, austere office was empty except for Wanamaker himself and Wilhelmina Tashkajian, his intelligence officer. She was short, round, dark, and, according to the scuttlebutt that floated around the office, a pretty good amateur belly dancer. All Wanamaker knew for certain was that she had a fine, sharp mind, the kind that can analyze information and draw valid conclusions more quickly than anyone else on his staff. That was all he wanted to know about her.

They sat on opposite sides of the conference table that extended from the admiral’s desk. Like all of Wanamaker’s officers, Tashkajian wore plain gray coveralls with her name and rank spelled out on a smart-chip badge clipped to the flap of her breast pocket. Wanamaker himself wore the same uniform.

He looked up from the report on the display screen built into the table’s top. “They’re testing nanomachines?”

She nodded, her dark eyes somber. “Humphries recruited the scientist that Pancho brought back here from Ceres. Snatched him right out from under our noses.”

Wanamaker grimaced. “She should have kept him on Astro’s payroll.”

“Too late for that, sir.”

“And they’re already in test phase?”

Another nod. “From the information we’ve gathered, they went through the laboratory phase very quickly, and then sent this Dr. Levinson and a crew of technicians out to the Belt. Conclusion: They’re testing nanomachines on an asteroid.”

“Does Pancho know this yet?”

“She gets a copy of my reports automatically.”

“Any response from her?”

“Not yet, sir. I just put out the report this morning. Not everyone reacts as fast as you.” She smiled slightly, then added, “Sir.”

He allowed himself to smile back at her a little.

“The real question,” she said, “is whether HSS is developing nanomachines for processing ores out of the asteroids or as weapons.”

“Weapons?” Wanamaker’s gray brows rose.

“If they can chew up rocks, they can chew up spacecraft, buildings, even people.”

He sank back in the stiff metal chair. “Weapons,” he muttered. “My god.”

“It’s a possibility, isn’t it?” she asked.

“I suppose it is.”

Tashkajian waited a heartbeat, then said, “I’ve been thinking about your request for a diversion, sir.”

“Is this a change of subject?”

“Not entirely, sir.”

Looking slightly puzzled, Wanamaker said, “Go ahead.”

“Suppose we attacked HSS’s base at Vesta,” she began.

“Most of it’s underground,” said Wanamaker. “They’re well dug in. And well defended.”

“Yes, sir, I understand. But they have certain facilities on the surface of the asteroid. Communications antennas. Launchpads. Airlocks to the interior. Even their defensive laser weapons. They’re all up on the surface.”

“So?”

“So we strew the surface with nanomachines that eat metals.”

Wanamaker’s eyes flickered. She couldn’t tell from his stony expression whether he was impressed or disgusted.

She plunged on, “The nanomachines would destroy metal structures, even eat into the asteroid itself. It might not wipe out the base but it would certainly disrupt their operations. It would be the diversion you’ve asked for.”

He was silent for several moments. Then he asked, “And how do you get a ship close enough to Vesta to accomplish this raid? They’d blast the ship into molecules before it got close enough to be dangerous to them.”

“I think I’ve got that figured out, too, sir.”

He saw that she was deadly serious. She wouldn’t bring this up unless she thought she had the entire scheme in hand, he realized.

“Go ahead,” he said.

“We send the ship in when there’s a solar flare.”

Wanamaker blinked. “Do you think…” His voice trailed off.

“I’ve checked out the numbers, sir.” With growing confidence she went on, “A category four solar flare emits a huge cloud of ionized particles. Scrambles communications on all frequencies, including radar! A ship could ride inside the cloud and get close enough to Vesta to release the nanomachines.”

Immediately, he countered, “Solar flare clouds don’t block laser beams.”

“Yessir, I know. But laser sweeps aren’t generally used for spotting spacecraft unless the radar scans have found a bogie. They use laser scans to identify an unknown radar blip.” “Riding inside a radiation cloud is pretty damned hazardous.”

“Not if the ship is properly shielded, sir.”

He fell silent once again, thinking.

“The radiation storm would drive all HSS personnel off the surface of Vesta. They’d all be deep underground, so our nanomachines would destroy their surface facilities without killing any of their personnel.”

Wanamaker tried to scowl and wound up almost smiling, instead. “A humane attack on the enemy.”

“A diversion that could cripple the HSS base on Vesta, at least temporarily, and check their domination of the Belt, sir.”

“If there’s a big enough flare to give you the cloud you need,” he cautioned.

“That’s what got me thinking about this idea in the first place,” she said, clearly excited. “We’re in the middle of a solar maximum period. Plenty of sunspots and lots of flares.”

He nodded curtly. “Let me see the numbers.”

“Yes, sir!”