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deal with that obnoxious air force general anymore. Besides, the sooner he got 13 and 14 out of the way, the sooner he could work on his Medusa program.
    Meng glanced at his watch—nearly 4 p.m. He pulled the remote control out of his desk drawer, flicked on the color TV mounted on the far wall of his office, and flipped through the channels until he got to CNN. As the CNN logo rolled across the screen, Meng put aside his work and walked over to stand right in front of the TV. The lead story, as he had hoped, was on the one subject that concerned him more than his work. The screen was filled with the image of the Goddess of Democracy overlooking the hordes of students filling Tiananmen Square in Beijing.
    Meng felt his heart catch as he viewed the spectacle. It was a sight he had never expected to see in his lifetime. Moving even closer to the screen as the camera panned the ranks of the students, he tried to examine every face as the camera swept along the sea of protesters. With foreboding Meng listened carefully to the announcer. "There have been unconfirmed reports that elements of the 38th Army have moved into positions around the city of Beijing. Whether these reports are true is not known, nor is it known whether the government will use these troops in an attempt to abort this movement that has been going on for more than seven weeks now."
    Meng was aware that someone else had come into his office. He didn't let the new presence distract him as the report continued. "So far, things have been calm. The troops that have been stationed around the square have reacted in a peaceful, almost friendly manner to the crowds."
    Meng turned his attention away as the story shifted to some self-proclaimed American expert discussing the situation. Meng didn't need an expert to tell him what was going on. He looked over as Ron Wilson spoke out. "Sort of makes you feel hopeful, doesn't it?"
    Meng shook his head. "It fills me with fear more than hope."
    Wilson looked at his colleague in surprise. That was the most emotional statement he had ever heard the normally stoic Meng utter. "You don't think this will get resolved peacefully?"
    Meng shrugged. "I cannot foresee the future. But I do know that those Old Men in charge will not bow to the desires of a group of students."
    "But isn't the entire country behind the students?"
    Meng tended toward a more cynical attitude of human nature. He knew that the students and the others with them in the square were good people. He knew that very well. But they were a tiny handful compared to the entire population of China. "The majority of people in the world, not just the Chinese, are concerned only with putting food on the table and having a roof over their head. Concepts such as democracy are a long way from that. The only thing those Old Men in charge understand is power, and they are the ones who wield it in China."
    Wilson pointed at the paperwork piled along the circle of tables. "I guess the possibility that things could get nasty over there is why we have these plans. Options for the president to use if he wants to apply varying degrees of military pressure to the government over there, short of all-out war. It's our job to test those options for him."
    Meng sighed. He doubted very much that any of these plans would ever be used. The American Eagle seemed much too afraid of the Sleeping Dragon.

"Generally in battle, use the normal force to engage;
    use the extraordinary to win."
    Sun Tzu: The Art of War
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    Chonjinam Drop Zone, Republic of South Korea Thursday, 1 June, 1300 Zulu Thursday, 1 June, 10:00 p.m. Local

    The two rear, side doors of the air force C-130 were open to the chill night air. Sergeant First Class Dave Riley took a firm grip on either side of the left-hand door and leaned out of the aircraft into the 135-mile-an-hour wind, searching for the drop zone (DZ). As the aircraft made minor adjustments in direction, the lights of a small town sparkled and danced below in the