the pilot, annoyed at the interruption. âNothing to report.â
âCopy,â answered McBride. âJust trying to stay awake.â
With Seventh Fleetâs Task Force 77 steaming toward Pearl for reconstitution, the Global Hawks had been flying extra sorties, keeping an eye on Chinese military operations across the strait. But the Chinese werenât doing much, and staying alert through long hours of staring at featureless pictures had become a real challenge.
McBride settled back in his chair and glanced over at the endless parade of forest. The Global Hawkâs synthetic aperture radar could scan through multiple layers of clouds and still create incredibly fine digital images. For McBride, the result was this slide show of black-and-white trees. He sighed. They were unbelievably detailed trees, but they were still trees.
Just as McBrideâs eyelids began to fall, the forest cleared. The trees broke before a large fenced complex where low rectangular buildings stood at the center of a large open yard. McBride blinked hard and tried to focus. Through the slow progression of images, he could see the yard filling with troops.
âPegasus, this is Intel. Please hold scan on these grids,â said McBride.
âUh, yeah, Intel, we were just looking at that. Looks like a little exercise or something.â
McBride turned to his other monitor and opened his mission briefing. âPossibly,â he said, scanning the document, âbut we donât show any current exercises in our intelligence for this sector.â
âTypical Intel,â said the pilot, his voice distant and tinny. âIf itâs not on their calendar, it must not be happening.â
McBride closed his eyes and bit his tongue. âBe advised that youâre on VOX. I can still hear you.â
âOh, right. Sorry.â There was a digital click on the line, and the stifled laughter in the background abruptly went silent. âOkay, Intel,â the pilot continued, âWhat is this compound?â
âStand by, Pegasus.â McBride ran a program to correlate the exact coordinates of the imagery with recent intelligence files. Three documents popped open on his screen. The second one had a small photo in the top-right corner that matched the buildings in the imagery.
âPegasus, you are looking at Detention Center Twenty-six of the Fujian Ministry of Justice. Our intelligence says that this facility is hardly used, just a small troop of guards with no current prisoners.â
The pilot yawned. âYep, itâs an exercise. They must be trying to keep the guards sharp. Look, weâve got a lot of ground to cover. If we hold the scan here much longer, weâll have to reprogram the bird to compensate. We need to move on. Now.â
McBride stared hard at the advancing imagery. Several of the men in the pictures now appeared to have weapons drawn. Others were leaving the yard and fanning out into the forest. This looked like more than an exercise. âHold here for another two minutes, Pegasus. I want my supervisor to have a look.â He picked up the hard-line receiver and began to dial the duty officer, but before he finished the compound disappeared and thick forest again filled the screen.
âNegative, Intel,â said the pilot. âItâs just an exercise. Weâre moving on.â
McBride hesitated, his finger hovering over the telephone keypad. Finally, he placed the receiver back in its cradle. âCopy that, Pegasus. Moving on.â
CHAPTER 18
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