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Prologue
July 2, 1947-Corona, New Mexico
It was the storm that would forever change the course of human destiny.
A small, curly-haired boy sat frozen in anticipation, watching it from the edge of an old, olive-colored chair. From his seat in front of a large living room window, he peered out into the night, gazing in awe at the fierce, frequent displays of lightning which appeared in stark contrast to the blackness of the dark, western night. Many of the vengeful flashes reached for the ground, while other multi-forked lightning bolts stretched across the sinister sky as far as the eye could see. Henry’s parents had long ago abandoned any hope of keeping the curious boy away from the window completely during such storms, so they had struck a compromise…the six-year old would sit in a chair well away from the window, yet close enough that he still maintained a commanding view.
While Henry took in the fabulous fireworks that lit up the night sky outside their home, his parents went about their daily routine, seemingly oblivious to the commotion outside. His father sat back in his recliner and quietly read War of the Worlds, while his mother busily worked to finish a sweater she’d been knitting for over a month.
“Wow!” Henry yelled out, pointing towards the window. “That one had like five forks—it was huge!” The boy’s eyes lit up, wide with wonder as a thunderous boom reverberated throughout the house. Jake Summers looked at his son and smiled, fondly remembering a time when, many years earlier, he had been the little boy sitting by the window, wondering at the awesome, raw power of nature on display.
The flashes of lightning and the booming thunder continued to intensify as Henry watched the ferocious storm come closer and closer. Two hundred yards away from the house, several trees stood on top of a tall hill. The boy watched closely in anticipation, expecting that the lightning would at any moment strike one of them.
That’s when he first saw it; an object, illuminated by the abundant lightning that surrounded it, was floating quietly above the tree line. In the brief seconds during which it was visible, the object had appeared to be a round, metallic craft of some sort. The lightning quickly disappeared however, immediately plunging the sky back into darkness so that he could not be certain what he had seen. He continued looking toward the tree line, hoping to catch another glimpse of the object during the next flash of lightning.
Suddenly, there was another huge flash of light, except this time it wasn’t lightning. A loud noise that sounded like a small explosion soon followed the flash. Everyone in the house had heard it, and Jake Summers wasted no time getting to the window, followed closely by his wife. By the time he arrived next to little Henry, however, the darkness had once more enveloped everything.
“Henry, what happened? Did you see anything?”
“Yes, sir! I was watching, waiting to see if the lightning would strike any of the trees on that hill over there, when the lightning lit up the sky all around, and I saw something over the tops of the trees. I was trying to see it better when lightning struck again and hit it! I was—”
A second, much louder explosion suddenly reverberated through the night, interrupting Henry’s recounting and violently shaking the house.
“Henry, listen to me, this is important. This ‘object’ you saw, was it an airplane? If it was, that sound we heard just now could have been the plane crashing; somebody could have been hurt! Was it an airplane, son?”
“No—maybe—I’m not sure, Dad. Whatever it was, it was big, really, really, big! It didn’t really look like an airplane though; it looked more like one of those flying saucer things the guy in the newspaper said he saw last week.”
“Okay, son, thank you.” Jake then turned to his wife. “I’ve got to go see if anyone’s hurt, sweetheart, in case it was a plane. I should be back in a little while.”
“Please don’t go out there, Jake!” his wife pleaded. “That’s a terrible storm out there tonight, one of the worst we’ve had in years!” Jake stood next to the window for several moments and looked out, saying nothing for several minutes.
“Look out there now, can you see?” he asked finally. “The storm’s already passed over us.” Another flash of lightning flashed in the distance, followed several seconds later by distant thunder. “Well, almost. Listen, Liz, I’ll be fine. If anyone survived the crash, we need to try to help them.”
Elizabeth Summers looked out the window and listened for several moments before replying. “Okay, Jake, I think you might be right. It sounds like the storm’s nearly passed.”
Jake picked up his keys and walked towards the door with little Henry following close behind.
“Take me with you, Daddy, please! I’ve never seen an airplane up close before, please!”
“No, Henry. If a plane has crashed and people are badly hurt, I don’t want you to see it, you’re too young.”
“Please, Daddy, please!” Jake and Elizabeth exchanged glances, knowing that Jake was right; they had no idea what to expect out there. Yet, the boy was getting older and Jake might need his help. Besides, he wanted to try to find a way to appease the boy’s excitement.
“Tell you what, Henry, why don’t you and your mother both come with me? If someone is injured out there, maybe her training as a nurse will come in handy. But I insist that, regardless of what we find, you stay put in the truck and do exactly what we tell you. Can you do that, Henry?”
“Yes, sir, I will, I promise!” Henry turned to his mother, preparing his most pitiful, pleading face, the one with the really sad eyes. “Can we go Mommy, please?” She looked at her husband with a grimace before looking back at Henry. She let out a sigh and smiled.
“Yeah, okay, Henry. It looks like the lightning’s stopped completely now. Let’s go check it out. Remember though, you must stay in the truck like your father said, and you will do exactly as we tell you, no complaining or whining, understood?”
“Yes, ma’am!” answered Henry, already bouncing toward the door.
The small family had a difficult time finding the spot where the craft had crashed to the Earth. They drove all around the hill with the trees, but it was still dark out, and the rain made visibility poor. They circled the area several times and were about to give up their search when they suddenly spotted a series of flashing, multi-colored lights in the distance, coming from behind another hill. The location was several miles from where Henry had seen something just before it was struck by lightning.
The rain gradually eased up as they made their way toward the lights, the object slowly came into view. Two things soon became evident to Jake Summers. First, whatever the thing was that had crashed near his home, it was enormous, much larger than he had expected. He had thought Henry might be exaggerating, but he could now see that his son had not told the half of it. Second, the craft was definitely not an airplane, but more like what Henry had described; similar to one of the flying saucers he had recently read about in the newspaper.
Jake decided to try to find a better vantage point, and to look for survivors. He suspected that the craft could be an experimental military aircraft of some sort. After a few minutes, they finally arrived at a spot that overlooked the large field where the craft had crashed. Jake drove to the edge of the field where they could get the best view. All three of them sat there, speechless. They were surprised to see that not one craft, but two, had crashed in the large field. The larger craft, the one they had seen first, appeared to be out of commission, but still mostly intact. The second, smaller craft had sustained heavy damage and now lay in many pieces. Before them, spread out over the landscape as far as the eye could see, was metallic-
looking wreckage. A large section of the smaller, badly damaged craft lay intact in the field a hundred yards from them. Brush was burning in orange flames all around the crash site. About that time the clouds began to part and a full moon revealed itself, bathing the entire scene with enough light that they could now clearly see the reflective, metallic substance which was strewn all over the field.
“We’ve got to get back to the house and call the army base in Roswell,” Jake said, pointing to something on the ground close by. Henry looked down, following his father’s finger until he saw it. His eyes widened when he saw, less than twenty-five yards from them, what appeared to be a small child lying lifeless on the ground. What disturbed him the most, however, was the fact that once he’d drawn closer to it, he could clearly see that it wasn’t a child after all; nor was it human.
Chapter 1
“The only thing we have to fear is fear itself—nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes….”
Franklin D. Roosevelt’s First Inaugural Address
Present Day-Fort Meade, Maryland
“This is a special Cox News Alert. If you are just now joining us this morning, we have some important, late-breaking news this hour. Last night, Cox News learned from an anonymous source within the U.S. Cyber Command in Fort Meade, Maryland, that two major cyber attacks took place yesterday against the United States. Less than one hour ago, we contacted Cyber Command and they were able to confirm for Cox News that two attacks did indeed occur, although officials there refused to elaborate. Both cyber attacks are strongly suspected to have been state-sponsored attacks.
“According to the source, one of yesterday’s assaults was launched against a specific group of computers at the United States Department of Defense. The DOD attack specifically targeted an electronic listing that contained the location of all intercontinental ballistic missile launch sites situated across the United States, along with a listing of all United States Navy ships that regularly carry nuclear armaments. This incursion has already been described by some as the worst breach of military security since the Cold War.
“In the second attack, which occurred at exactly the same time as the first, the attackers broke into a computer system at the U.S. Department of Energy and stole detailed data, plans, and schematics for the facilities and the computer systems at no fewer than fifty nuclear power plants scattered across the country. That means the intruders now have detailed information on nearly half of the hundred or so nuclear power plants built across the United States from Seattle to Florida. With the data they stole, the people or entity responsible for the attack could conceivably shut down nuclear power plants, damage systems, or trigger false alarms. It’s remotely possible that they could even cause some or all of the reactors in a plant to melt down.
“While Cyber Command refused to provide any specifics about the attacks, our source told us that yesterday’s cyber attacks against the Department of Defense and the Department of Energy were later traced back to locations inside of the People’s Republic of China. While the Chinese government vehemently denies having anything to do with yesterday’s attacks and offers to do what it can to help bring the perpetrators to justice, it seems clear to everyone at Cyber Command that these are only empty assurances.
“Indeed, yesterday’s cyber attacks will be added to a long list of successful incursions against government and civilian agencies within the United States over the last decade that have been attributed to the Chinese. Recent cyber attacks have become increasingly effective, however, and sources within the intelligence community as well as the military have now become very concerned about the possible theft of top secret data on subjects ranging from advanced weapons technologies and military battle plans, to data on the civilian power grid, water systems, and transportation systems.
“To add to the growing concern over yesterday’s attacks, there has been a persistent rumor circulating around the Internet for the last few months, a warning to the United States that China’s agency for cyber warfare, the Online Blue Army, has been using cyber warfare to steal sensitive, U.S. military data for quite some time. The warning suggests that the theft of military data is in preparation for a massive, preemptive strike against the United States by the Chinese. The Online Blue Army has allegedly been seeking data related to American high
tech, cutting-edge weapons technology, like the futuristic rail-gun and a variety of particle beam weapons.
“According to the warning, the Online Blue Army recently began gathering intelligence on the U.S. civilian infrastructure as well, intel that could be used to cripple the U.S. civilian infrastructure. By doing so, the Online Blue Army allegedly believes it would make winning an all out war against America a much simpler task. When asked to speculate about whether the Chinese could actually be preparing to launch such a preemptive strike against the United States as part of an all-out military campaign, two of the analysts we talked to told us that while it might make sense for the Chinese to prepare such a plan, it seems very unlikely that they would ever implement it. The two military analysts pointed out that the economic ties between the United States and the People’s Republic of China are simply too strong for war to ever break out. Others refute that assertion, however, stating that whether over the long-running dispute regarding Taiwan, or the struggle for regional and global influence, particularly in the Pacific Rim, the United States and China often find themselves at odds with one another, and that a preemptive attack is possible.
“While they might disagree regarding China, there is one thing on which all of the analysts seem to agree…that any future conflicts between nation states will have to be fought on two major fronts, on the battlefield and in cyber space.
“This is definitely something we will be keeping our eye on, and we will bring you breaking news as it happens.
“In other news… a tragic story this morning about a teenage boy who was accidentally shot to death last night by his own father. The boy’s father, a Vietnamese immigrant, had been living in fear after hearing and reading about the growing violence and mayhem being committed in his neighborhood by street gangs. As a precaution, he had positioned a shotgun next to his bed in the event of a home invasion. His son, who the father did not know had snuck out through a window earlier last night to go see his girlfriend, had decided to re-enter through the front door after the parents had gone to bed. The boy inadvertently triggered the door alarm upon reentering the home. The father, awakened in the middle of the night by the sound of the alarm, heard someone entering the house and, fearing a home invasion, fired at the supposed intruder, instantly killing his son instead….” CLICK.
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Nick sat down on the bed and, still holding the remote control, continued staring for several moments at the blank television screen. It seemed that the whole world was falling apart, and he had heard enough depressing news to last a lifetime. He shook it off and glanced over at the clock; it was later than he thought. He had to get going immediately or he’d be late. It was going to be a big day for him, and while he still had only a few details about what lay ahead, he suspected he’d be challenged to the utmost. Based on what he’d heard, his new job was likely to take him to places that he never could have expected..
Everyone had been silent as to exactly what the mission of the new task force was going to be. With his extensive background and knowledge of Chinese cyber warfare tactics, however, he reasoned that it must have something to do with the recent string of cyber attacks and the theft of some very sensitive information, because China was the number one suspect.
Nick checked the time again and found that it was already 7:00 A.M. He finished his orange juice and coffee before snatching up his briefcase and heading for the door. The meeting wasn’t until 9:00, but he was supposed to meet his new boss, General George Caprella, Commander, U.S. Cyber Command, for breakfast at 8:00.
As he started the thirty-minute drive from Baltimore to Fort Meade, Nick began to wonder what it would be like reporting directly to Caprella. It was somewhat unusual for a civilian contractor to lead a strategic task force. It was even more unusual for the head of such a task force to report directly to the commander. These were unusual times, however, and the stakes had become exceptionally high, so as a result, those in charge wanted the very best and were unwilling to leave anything to chance.
He arrived at the base thirty minutes later and hurried through security before proceeding to the wing where General Caprella’s office was located. Nick arrived at the general’s office to find an attractive, female Army officer sitting at the receptionist’s desk.
“Good morning. I’m Dr. Nick Reynolds, and I’m here to see General Caprella.” The woman looked him over for a moment before smiling, seemingly liking what she saw.
“Please wait just a moment, Dr. Reynolds, while I let his aide know that you’re here.” She smiled again before picking up the receiver and making a call. General Caprella’s aide arrived a few minutes later. Like the receptionist, he was in uniform.
“Hello, Dr. Reynolds, I’m so glad to see you were able to make it…welcome aboard. I’m Colonel Mike Carter, General Caprella’s aide.”
“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Colonel,” Reynolds replied, shaking the man’s hand.
“Dr. Reynolds, if you’ll please come with me, I’ll take you to the conference room. You’ll find coffee, soft drinks, and water there, and we’ve had some breakfast brought in, so please sir, help yourself.”
“Thank you, Colonel.”
Carter led Reynolds to the conference room where he suspected the general would already be waiting. If Caprella was like most generals he would be punctual, and he would not like to be kept waiting. He found Caprella as predicted, drinking a cup of coffee and reading the morning newspaper. Nick glanced at the headlines and noticed that the recent cyber attacks had made the front page.
At 6 feet 3 inches tall, with thick silver hair and a matching mustache, Caprella looked both intimidating and grandfatherly. He rose as Nick entered the conference room. Carter quietly stepped away.
“Nick, my boy, good morning!” said the general before standing up and extending his hand. Caprella was in a good mood, something for which Nick was extremely grateful. He had heard that the general could be a particularly demanding man to work for. Anticipating the demanding challenge that lay ahead of them before their introductory meeting ever even took place, Nick was uncertain what kind of reception he would get.
“Good morning, General Caprella. It’s good to meet you, sir,” Nick replied, while the two men shook hands.
“It’s good to meet you as well, Nick. There’s breakfast and coffee over there on the table, son; please help yourself,” Caprella pointed to the doughnuts, bagels, and coffee sitting across from where he was standing.
“Thank you, sir.” Nick walked over and picked up a bagel. After adding some cream cheese and grabbing a cup of coffee to go with it, he walked over to sit down at the long conference table across from the commander of Cyber Command. The general wasted no time; he opened a file he had been carrying and placed it on the table.
“Nick Reynolds—you graduated ten years ago from M.I.T. with a PhD in Computer Science, with a special emphasis on cyber warfare. Is that about right, son?” he asked, just after Nick took a big bite out of his bagel. Somewhat flustered, Nick hurried to finish and then swallow the bagel.
“Yes, sir,” he answered, after washing the food down with a drink of water. “Except you left out the part about me spending the past ten years consulting for the NSA and later, Cyber Command.”
“Ah, yes, then there’s that.”
“And for the last five of those ten years, I’ve been studying and assessing the PLA’s Blue Army, and their capability for launching cyber attacks against the United States for both reconnaissance and offensive purposes.”
“Oh yes, of course. Well you certainly seem to have many impressive qualifications, Nick, that’s for sure.” Caprella cleared the table in front of him except for a single sheet of paper, which he removed from the folder and handed to Nick. It was stamped “Above Top Secret” in large, red letters.
“As you may know, a lot of people believe that the United States has fallen behind other countries like Russia and China for the past several decades in terms of cyber warfare. It’s the elephant in the room that no one wants to admit is there; in some ways, perhaps in many ways, we’ve been caught with our proverbial pants down. This program has been formed to do whatever it takes to level the playing field. We desperately need a game changer, Nick, something that will put us back on top, for good.”
The general then looked down for a moment as if collecting his thoughts before solemnly turning his attention back to Nick. “I wanted to tell you a little about what we’re planning, since you were initially told that you would be running this effort. Look, Nick—I’m sorry to have to tell you this, son, but I’ve reconsidered this arrangement and frankly, I don’t think this task force is the right fit for you. You just don’t seem to have what it takes to successfully lead this effort. Our national security is at stake here, so I can’t afford to hand this project over to a rookie. I’m sorry, son.”
Nick’s initial reaction was beyond shock. He felt like a child being scolded by a parent. He had always been a humble man, one who had always believed in following orders and respecting the chain of command. Then he thought back to the countless all-nighters at MIT, however, and the endless research. He recalled the eighty-hour workweeks after graduating, the working weekends, and the non-stop sacrifices he had made first at the NSA and then later at Cyber Command; and when he thought about how he had placed his personal life on hold over the last ten years, he suddenly grew angry.
“Excuse me? With all due respect, General, you’ve got to be kidding me! There is no one more qualified to lead this mission than I am!”
“No, Nick, I’m afraid you’re out of the picture now. This project is just too big for you to handle. There’s too much riding on it!”
“Now listen to me, General. I know ten times more about the cyber attack and defensive capabilities of the Online Blue Army than any other analyst in the NSA does. Again with all due respect, General, I should lead this task force, and frankly I think you know it and you’re just afraid to admit it.”
The general sat there with a scowl for a moment and studied Nick’s face. Nick’s heart raced, unsure whether the general would have him tossed out of the building or agree with him. Suddenly, the tight lips turned into a smile.
“Great job, son…bravo!”
“Sir?”
“As I said son, this is an extraordinarily important mission. It’s going to require someone with enough moxie and determination to push through the many obstacles that will present themselves. Furthermore, as you so aptly pointed out, you are the most qualified individual in the nation to handle this mission.”
“You were just testing me?”
“Of course I was, son. I’m sorry, Nick, but I had to make certain that you were ready, and that you would be able to see this thing through. Now, are you still interested?”
“Yes, sir, I am.”
“Well alright then, welcome to the task force designated as ‘Operation Counterpunch.’ “Caprella reached down and took another, much larger folder from his briefcase and handed
it to Nick. The younger man took the folder, which again was stamped with “Above Top Secret” in bold red letters, and laid it on the table before opening it.
“Nick, this task force was formed with the singular objective of defending the United States against and neutralizing the Chinese cyber threat, permanently. The task force will be given anything and everything it needs to fulfill its mission to stop these attacks, to end the threat, and to ensure that never again will the United States be at the mercy of cyber attacks from China, Russia, or any other state, or individuals, who would seek to harm the United States of America via cyberspace.”
“What about the rumors?” asked Nick, this time studying Caprella’s reaction and enjoying the reversal. Though he was not a trained NSA field agent himself, after working there for years as a contractor, Nick understood how nuances in a person’s body language could speak volumes.
“What rumors are you referring to?” asked the general.
“Oh, you know, the rumors that the Chinese are planning a massive cyber attack against the United States in the very near future.” Nick looked for any sign of recognition on the general’s face. Either he had no idea what Nick was referring to, or he was really, really good.
“Oh, you mean those rumors. So you believe them to be legitimate, Nick?” So there it was; the general was aware of the not-so-veiled warnings. Nick realized the general was still testing him, something that was likely to continue for some time. Apparently Caprella was really, really good.
Nick rubbed his head. “You know, General, I’ve been asking myself that same question since I first learned about them.”
“Were you ever able to answer it?” the general asked with a furrowed brow. The same question had apparently been troubling his sleep as well.
“Well, sir, I kept asking myself the same question over and over again—why? Why would the Chinese choose to start an all-out war with us now? It’s a well-known fact that they’ve already hacked into a number of our major infrastructure systems. Despite the growing tensions between our two countries, however, our economies are still so tightly intermingled that an all out conflict would be disastrous for both countries.”
“So you believe the warnings to be baseless then?” the general asked, a curious, inquisitive expression on his face.
“No, sir, I believe that the intel comes from too high up in the food chain to be labeled as mere fabrication.”
“What then?” the general asked, becoming slightly annoyed.
“General, I don’t know, sir. Misinformation fed to the right sources, a word here, an innuendo there…it happens all the time.”
“Any idea who would want to see a conflict kick-up between China and the U.S.?”
“Who doesn’t like the United States, General? It could be Iran, North Korea, al-Qaeda, Hezbollah, Cuba, Russia, or even a rogue element within the Chinese government. A number of the old communists are pretty miffed right now about Taiwan. They’d like nothing more than to be rid of us.”
General Caprella looked across the table at Nick and grinned.
“This is precisely the reason I chose you for this position, Nick. I’m very glad to know that my decision was the right one. I’ll have Mike Carter help you work through all the necessary paperwork to make this happen. Welcome aboard, son!”