Chimera

“More flare-outs to the east!” the Heron pilot shouted as his own flight-control screen flickered. “God damn it! Bring your eyeball over east!”

“Yeah, Wilco!” the EO operator replied.

As the EO pod rotated about two axes under the Heron and the view changed, they could see more smoke clouds rising into the sky all over the region as Indian Agni-I and Agni-II ballistic-missiles slammed in quick sequences into the Chinese DF-21C launch sites. All of it was so silent and serene on the screens of the Heron as they zoomed back the EO view to show the entire region from forty-thousand feet…

* * *

The same view was being shared at the SFC operations center. There also, the view was being watched in silence by all those present. Iyer crossed his arms and let out a deep breath as they overheard the operators of the Heron talking to each other in fear-induced excitement as more and more Agni warheads dived into the DF-21C brigade locations.

Even now, missiles were launching from Assam and Uttar Pradesh as more Agni-IIs were taking to the air. The warheads were all conventional-unitary high-explosive. The PM had not allowed Iyer to use nuclear-weapons in a preemptive strike. Had these warheads been nuclear, Iyer could have eliminated these Brigades in northern Tibet with far few missiles and greater certainty of annihilation.

Luckily for him, the Chinese had not deployed their launchers in single-launcher batteries. They were grouped between four and five launchers per group and that meant that for sixty-five launchers, there were fifteen targets. But each target had its own set of dispersal and launch areas, and there was only one Heron in play here, watching only the southernmost battery and watching the region from far away. There was no way to know exactly which of the three or four pre-determined launch locations were being used by the other launchers in the region. So each had to be struck independently to ensure a high probability of destruction. Iyer had been forced to expend sixty Agni-Is and — IIs in the conventional strike role. A high number by any consideration. And he knew it.

The use of conventional warheads brought a host of other problems as well. The biggest was that they could not be certain whether all of the targets had been eliminated or not. All Indian missiles were striking their targets as predicted, but that didn’t mean their targets were destroyed…

* * *

“Oh shit! What the hell is that?” The Heron pilot shouted and Iyer looked away from the floor and his thoughts and back to the wall screen.

“Where?” The EO operator asked.

“Eleven-position!” The pilot exclaimed. “Bring your eyeball to my eleven, damn it!”

“Hold on! The pod has a fixed omega-rate! It doesn’t go faster!” The EO operator shouted, forgetting that they were over open comms with the SFC operations center. Iyer looked at Valhotra and shook his head. He knew what this was.

The wall screen view rotated and showed two long, thin pillars of white-gray smoke rising away from one of the distant smoke clouds. A white region of hot gas at the tip of the rising pillar…

Iyer opened his arms and turned to Valhotra:

“Send out the warning order! We have two DF-21s in the air with nuclear warheads!”

UPPER ATMOSPHERE OVER SOUTHERN TIBET

DAY 15 + 0630 HRS

There was no ordered process to any of this.

When the Indian ballistic-missiles had taken the DF-21C brigades by surprise, it had also eliminated any semblance of an organized strike from the Chinese against Indian military targets. There had been no time to re-task surviving launchers as others were being taken out in quick successions. As a result, there was no chance to re-task to a higher priority target when the launcher for that target had gone up in flames and thunder.

For the surviving launchers, it was time to use them or lose them. The two launchers than had launched their missiles had done so on their original tasking. These two warheads arced south and began diving into their targets. The warheads heated while detached shocks formed around their small blunted-ogive noses. They parted the white clouds in the lower atmosphere above the targets and flashed them away. Several seconds later they dived into their targets in Bhutan without any hope of intercept…

PARU VALLEY

BHUTAN

DAY 15 + 0632 HRS

As the sudden brilliant flash of light overhead paled the early morning sun to the east, Squadron-Leader Saxena jerked his head upwards and saw the expanding ball of light a thousand feet above the town to his west.

North of the town, Lieutenant-Colonel Fernandez also brought his arm in front of his face as ball expanded and then smashed into the town to his south. It was the last thing both men ever saw.