Power and Empire

“Can he see us?” Ryan asked the Air Force staff sergeant from Communications.

“I can indeed, Mr. President,” Captain Lim said. “We are approaching your American research vessel now, but I must inform you that the PRC destroyer Kunming is twenty-six nautical miles to the west and closing rapidly.”

“How far are you from undisputed Chinese waters?” Ryan asked.

Captain Lim looked off screen and barked something in Mandarin. The pitch and roll of the ship were evident in the footage. “Eleven nautical miles,” he said.

“Very well,” Ryan said. “I appreciate your assistance — and I know the crew of Meriwether is even more grateful.”

With Ryan aboard, Air Force One began her takeoff roll almost immediately.

“We are almost in position, Mr. President,” Lim said. “I have explained to Commander Carter how we plan to attempt the rescue. I must ask to be excused as we get under way but one of my crewmen will attempt to video our efforts to the extent possible once we actually begin.”

“By all means, Captain,” Ryan said. “Thank you again.”

Ryan nodded and the staff sergeant put the connection on mute.

United States Coast Guard Commander Jeff Carter sat at the table to Ryan’s immediate right with a blank sheet of paper and a black Sharpie marker. Both Carter and the Four Star were on board Air Force One solely to be the president’s subject matter experts regarding the Meriwether rescue. Both men would fly home commercially from Tokyo while everyone else on board attended to their duties at the G20.

“If I may be permitted, Mr. President,” Carter said.

“Of course,” Ryan said.

Carter drew a small X in the center of the paper. “Meriwether is here, drifting toward undisputed Chinese waters at an estimated four knots.” He drew a second X. “Taitung, a thousand-ton Taiwanese Coast Guard patrol vessel, is approaching from the south. At eighty-seven meters, she can handle the seas, but she has a raised helicopter pad on the aft decks, giving her a large superstructure and making her susceptible to being shoved around a great deal in high winds.”

“And the Kunming?” Ryan asked. “How soon will she be in range to be a threat?”

Commander Carter looked up from his drawing, deferring to the CNO.

Admiral Muñoz said, “The Kunming is a threat now, Mr. President. Her YJ-83 antiship missiles have at least a one-hundred-eighty-kilometer range, depending on the variant. As far as boarding, at best speed, she’ll be right on top of Meriwether in half an hour, even steaming into the storm as she is.”

Ryan nodded, then waved at the paper. “Please continue, Commander.”

“Yes, sir,” Carter said. “Captain Lim will quarter the Taitung into the typhoon, putting Meriwether on her lee side while keeping enough standoff to prevent a collision. Once in position, the Taitung will deploy a small search-and-rescue crew of four with her Norsafe JYN 57 hard-topped lifeboat, which will come alongside Meriwether’s rubber lifeboat after they abandon ship.”

“And the Meriwether herself?” Ryan asked.

Commander Carter shot a glance at the DNI.

Mary Pat said, “Captain Holloway destroyed any classified documents as soon as he realized the engine was unrepairable. There is, however, some highly sensitive hardware on the vessel. Most of it is modular and can be removed, but some is too large. Captain Holloway’s engineers have rigged the ship to flood as they board the lifeboat.”

“Towing is out of the question, then?” Ryan said.

“I’m afraid so, Mr. President,” the commander said. “The Meriwether is a little too large for that in this present sea state. The Taiwanese cutter would almost certainly pull her through the face of a wave.”

“Will she go down fast enough?” Ryan asked. “If she’s scuttled, I mean.”

Admiral Muñoz nodded. “We’re usually worried about slowing down a sinking ship, Mr. President. If Captain Holloway destroys all the through-hulls, those seas will take her in a matter of minutes.”

Ryan rubbed his eyes. “Sounds simple enough — if they were on a calm lake and not looking at waves the size of houses.”

“The Norsafe can handle the seas, sir,” Commander Carter said. “And if they have to, the lifeboat would be much easier to tow into friendly waters.”

“How about getting everyone back aboard the Taitung?” Ryan asked. “If I remember right, those lifeboats leave a little to be desired as far as speed.”

“That’s true,” Carter said. “But theoretically, she’ll be able to maneuver, and the Taitung should be about to come up alongside her and bring her in on the davit sleds. It’ll be like threading a needle during a car wreck, but they’d rather do that than tow the lifeboat if they are able. Once the Norsafe is drawn in tight, the sleds should keep her from bashing against Taitung’s hull.”

“That’s a lot of theories and shoulds, Commander,” Ryan said.