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ruly fair trade war with any country； because American workers can produce as well as anybody in the world and better than most。 But if we let them cheat us； we're being cheated； Jack； and I don't like that here any more than I do around a card table。 And here； buddy； the stakes are a hell of a lot higher。〃
〃I hear you； George。 But we don't want to put a gun to their head； do we？ You don't do that to a nation…state； especially a big nation…state； unless you have a solid reason for doing so。 Our economy is chugging along rather nicely now； isn't it？ We can afford to be a little magnanimous。
〃Maybe； Jack。 What I was thinking was a little friendly encouragement on our part； not a pointed gun exactly。 The gun is always there in the holster … the big gun is most…favored…nation status； and they know it； and we know they know it。 TRA is something we can apply to any country； and I happen to think the idea behind the law is fundamentally sound。 It's been fairly useful as a club to show to a lot of countries； but we've never tried it on the PRC。 How e？〃
POTUS shrugged； with no small degree of embarrassment。 〃Because I haven't had the chance to yet； and before me too many people in this town just wanted to kiss their collective ass。〃
〃Leaves a bad taste in your mouth when you do that； Mr。 President； doesn't it？〃
〃It can；〃 Jack agreed。 〃Okay； you want to talk this over with Scott Adler。 The ambassadors all work for him。〃
〃Who do we have in Beijing？〃
〃Carl Hitch。 Career FSO； late fifties； supposed to be very good； and this is his sunset assignment。〃
〃Payoff for all those years of holding coats？〃
Ryan nodded。 〃Something like that； I suppose。 I'm not entirely sure。 State wasn't my bureaucracy。〃 CIA； he didn't add； was bad enough。
It was a much nicer office； Bart Mancuso thought。 And the shoulder boards on his undress whites were a little heavier now； with the four stars instead of the two he'd worn as SUBPAC。 But no more。 His former boss； Admiral Dave Seaton； had fleeted up to Chief of Naval Operations； and then the President （or someone close to him） had decided that Mancuso was the guy to be the next mander in Chief； Pacific。 And so he now worked in the same office once occupied by Chester Nimitz； and other fine … and some brilliant … naval officers since。 It was quite a stretch since Plebe Summer at Annapolis； lo those many years before； especially since he'd had only a single mand at sea； USS Dallas； though that mand tour had been a noteworthy one； plete with two missions he could still tell no one about。 And having been shipmates once and briefly with the sitting President probably hadn't hurt his career very much。
The new job came with a plush official house； a sizable team of sailors and chiefs to look after him and his wife … the boys were all away at college now … the usual drivers； official cars； and； now； armed bodyguards； because； remarkably enough； there were people about who didn't much care for admirals。 As a theater mander Mancuso now reported directly to the Secretary of Defense； Anthony Bretano； who in turn reported directly to President Ryan。 In return； Mancuso got a lot of new perks。 Now he had direct access to all manner of intelligence information； including the holy of holies； sources and methods … where the information came from； and how we'd gotten it out … because as America's principal executor for a quarter of the globe's surface； he had to know it all； so that he'd know what to advise the SecDef； who would； in turn； advise the President of CINCPAC's views； intentions； and desires。
The Pacific； Mancuso thought； having just pleted his first morning intel brief； looked okay。 It hadn't always been like that； of course； including recently； when he'd fought a fairly major conflict … 〃war〃 was a word that had fallen very much out of favor in civilized discourse … with the Japanese； and that had included the loss of two of his nuclear submarines； killed with treachery and deceit； as Mancuso thought of it； though a more objective observer might have called the tactics employed by the enemy clever and effective。
Heretofore he'd been notified of the locations and activities of his various submarines； but now he also got told about his carriers； tin cans； cruisers； and replenishment ships； plus Marines； and even Army and Air Force assets； which were technically his as a theater mander…in…chief。 All that meant that the morning intel brief lasted into a third cup of coffee； by the end of which he looked longingly to the executive head； just a few feet away from his desk。 Hell； his intelligence coordinator； called a J…2； was； in fact； an Army one…star doing his 〃joint〃 tour； and； in fairness； doing it pretty well。 This brigadier； named Mike Lahr； had taught political science at West Point； in addition to other assignments。 Having to consider political factors was a new development in Mancuso's career； but it came with the increased mand territory。
CINCPAC had done his 〃joint〃 tour along the way； of course； and was theoretically conversant with the abilities and orientation of his brother armed services； but whatever confidence he'd had along those lines diminished in the face of having the mand responsibility to utilize such forces in a professional way。 Well； he had subordinate manders in those other services to advise him； but it was his job to know more than just how to ask questions； and for Mancuso that meant he'd have to go out and get his clothes dirty seeing the practical side； because that was where the kids assigned to his theater would shed blood if he didn't do his job right。
The team was a joint venture of the Atlantic Richfield pany； British Petroleum； and the largest Russian oil exploration pany。 The last of the three had the most experience but the least expertise； and the most primitive methods。 This was not to say that the Russian prospectors were stupid。 Far from it。 Two of them were gifted geologists； with theoretical insights that impressed their American and British colleagues。 Better still； they'd grasped the advantages of the newest exploration equipment about as quickly as the engineers who'd designed it。
It had been known for many years that this part of eastern Siberia was a geological twin to the North Slope region of Alaska and Northern Canada； which had turned into vast oil fields for their parent countries to exploit。 The hard part had been getting the proper equipment there to see if the similarity was more than just cosmetic。
Getting the gear into the right places had been a minor nightmare。 Brought by train into southeastern Siberia from the port of Vladivostok； the 〃thumper trucks〃 … they were far too heavy to airlift … had then spent a month going cross…country； north from Magdagachi； through Aim and Ust Maya； finally getting to work east of Kazachye。
But what they had found had staggered them。 From Kazachye on the River Yana all the way to Kolymskaya on the Kolyma was an oilfield to rival the Persian Gulf。 The thumper trucks and portable puter … carrying seismic…survey vehicles had shown a progression of perfect underground dome formations in stunning abundance； some of them barely two thousand feet down； mere tens of vertical yards from the permafrost； and drilling through that would be about as hard as slicing a wedding cake with a cavalryman's saber。 The scope of the field could not be ascertained without drilling test wells … over a hundred such wells； the chief American engineer thought； just from the sheer scope of the field … but no one had ever seen as promising or as vast a natural deposit of petroleum during his professional lifetime。 The issues of exploitation would not be small ones； of course。 Except for Antarctica itself； there was no place on the planet with a less attractive climate。 Getting the production gear in here would take years of multistage investment； building airfields； probably building ports for the cargo ships that could alone deliver the heavy equipment … and then only in the brief summer months … needed to construct the pipeline which would be needed to get the oil out to market。 Probably through Vladivostok； the Americans thought。 The Russians could sell it from there； and super…tankers； more precisely called VLCCs or ULCCs … for Very Large to Ultra…Large Crude Carriers … would move it out across the Pacific； maybe to Japan； maybe to America or elsewhere； wherever oil was needed； which was just about everywhere。 From those users would e hard currency。 It would take many more years until Russia could build the wherewithal needed for its own industries and consumers to use the oil； but； as such things happened； the cash generated from selling the Siberian crude could then be flipped and used to purchase oil from other sources； which would be much more easily transported to Russian ports and thence into existing Russian pipelines。 The cash difference of selling and buying； as opposed to building a monstrous and monstrously expensive pipeline； was negligible in any case； and such decisions were usually made for political rather than economic reasons。
At precisely the same time； and only six hundred miles； or nine hundred sixty or so kilometers； away； another geology team was in the eastern extreme of the Sayan mountain range。 Some of the semi…nomadic tribes in the area； who had made their living for centuries by herding reindeer； had brought into a government office some shiny yellow rocks。 Few people in the world have been unaware of what such rocks mean； at least for the preceding thirty centuries； and a survey team had been dispatched from Moscow State University； still the nation's most prestigious school。 They had been able to fly in； since their equipment was far lighter； and the last few hundred kilometers had been done on horseback； a wonderful anachronism for the survey team of academics； who were far more used to riding Moscow's fine subway system。
The first thing they'd found was an eighty…ish man living alone with his herd and a rifle to fend off wolves。 This citizen had lived alone since the death of his wife； twenty years before； quite forgotten by the changing governments of his country； known to exist only by a few shopkeepers in a dreary village thirty kilometers to the south； and his
