David A. Rollins is a former advertising creative director and copywriter who lives with his wife and three children in Sydney. He is currently working on his next novel.
David’s website: www.davidrollins.net
ROGUE
ELEMENT
DAVID A
ROLLINS
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For Sam
Contents
About the Author
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Acknowledgements
Glossary
Prologue
Indonesian air space, 35 000 feet, 1840 Zulu, Tuesday, 28 April
NSA Pacific HQ, Helemanu, Oahu, Hawaii, 1843 Zulu, Tuesday, 28 April
Sulawesi, 2015 Zulu, Tuesday, 28 April
Bali, 2036 Zulu, Tuesday, 28 April
NSA Pacific HQ, Helemanu, Oahu, Hawaii, 2050 Zulu, Tuesday, 28 April
Sydney, 2150 Zulu, Tuesday, 28 April
Parliament House, Canberra, 2155 Zulu, Tuesday, 28 April
Central Sulawesi, 0130 Zulu, Wednesday, 29 April
Maros, Sulawesi, 0350 Zulu, Wednesday, 29 April
Exmouth Gulf, 0455 Zulu, Wednesday, 29 April
NSA, Helemanu, Oahu, Hawaii, 0457 Zulu, Wednesday, 29 April
NSA Headquarters, Fort Meade, 0500 Zulu, Wednesday, 29 April
Parliament House, Canberra, 0500 Zulu, Wednesday, 29 April
Central Sulawesi, 0600 Zulu, Wednesday, 29 April
Denpasar, Bali, 0600 Zulu, Wednesday, 29 April
Sydney Airport, 0600 Zulu, Wednesday, 29 April
Central Sulawesi, 0635 Zulu, Wednesday, 29 April
NSA, Helemanu, Oahu, Hawaii, 0705 Zulu, Wednesday, April 29
Parliament House, Canberra, 0730 Zulu, Wednesday, April 29
Hasanuddin Airport, Maros, 0730 Zulu, Wednesday, April 29
Central Sulawesi, 0730 Zulu, Wednesday, 29 April
Parliament House, Canberra, 0730 Zulu, Wednesday, 29 April
Central Sulawesi, 0730 Zulu, Wednesday, 29 April
Sydney, 0900 Zulu, Wednesday, 29 April
Central Sulawesi, 0915 Zulu, Wednesday, 29 April
NSA HQ, Fort Meade, Maryland, 1210 Zulu, Wednesday, 29 April
Jakarta, 1210 Zulu, Wednesday, 29 April
Parliament House, Canberra, 1325 Zulu, Wednesday, 29 April
Central Sulawesi, 2200 Zulu, Wednesday, 29 April
Sydney Airport, 2200 Zulu, Wednesday, 29 April
Parliament House, Canberra, 2200 Zulu, Wednesday, 29 April
Hasanuddin Air Force Base, Sulawesi, 2305 Zulu, Wednesday, 29 April
NSA HQ, Fort Meade, Maryland, 2330 Zulu, Wednesday, 29 April
Central Sulawesi, 2330 Zulu, Thursday, 30 April
Parliament House, Canberra, 0436 Zulu, Thursday, 30 April
US Embassy, Canberra, 0530 Zulu, Thursday, 30 April
Jakarta, 1005 Zulu, Thursday, 30 April
Central Sulawesi, 2136 Zulu, Thursday, 30 April
Parliament House, Canberra, 2145 Zulu, Thursday, 30 April
Central Sulawesi, 0155 Zulu, Friday, 1 May
East Timor, 0155 Zulu, Friday, 1 May
Central Sulawesi, 0230 Zulu, Friday, 1 May
Jakarta, 0230 Zulu, Friday, 1 May
Sydney, 0420 Zulu, Friday, 1 May
Parliament House, Canberra, 0425 Zulu, Friday, 1 May
US Embassy, Canberra, 0510 Zulu, Friday, 1 May
Dili, East Timor, 0515 Zulu, Friday, 1 May
Parliament House, Canberra, 0515 Zulu, Friday, 1 May
Dili, East Timor, 0530 Zulu, Friday, 1 May
Jakarta, 0600 Zulu, Friday, 1 May
Timor Sea, 0605 Zulu, Friday, 1 May
Jakarta, 0655 Zulu, Friday, 1 May
Central Sulawesi, 0705 Zulu, Friday, 1 May
Sydney, 0705 Zulu, Friday, 1 May
Central Sulawesi, 0705 Zulu, Friday, 1 May
Java, 0745 Zulu, Friday, 1 May
Somewhere east of central Sulawesi, 0745 Zulu, Friday, 1 May
Central Sulawesi, 0758 Zulu, Friday, 1 May
Central Sulawesi, 0834 Zulu, Friday, 1 May
Central Sulawesi, 0930 Zulu, Friday, 1 May
Central Sulawesi, 1010 Zulu, Friday, 1 May
Parliament House, Canberra, 1010 Zulu, Friday, 1 May
1500 feet AGL, Banda Sea, 1040 Zulu, Friday, 1 May
Parliament House, Canberra, 1100 Zulu, Friday, 1 May
Jakarta, 1100 Zulu, Friday, 1 May
Sydney, 1230 Zulu, Friday, 1 May
Jakarta, 0235 Zulu, Saturday, 2 May
Jakarta, 0235 Zulu, Saturday, 2 May
Jakarta, 0235 Zulu, Saturday, 2 May
Sydney, 2315 Zulu, Wednesday, 6 May
20 000 feet, Eastern Australian airspace, 2032 Zulu, Tuesday, 12 May
Sydney, 0800 Zulu, Monday, 18 May
Author’s note
Acknowledgements
This novel is a work of fiction, written to sound like fact, the line between the two blurred so that you don’t twig to where one stops and the other begins. Of course, whether I’ve succeeded in that is up to you, the reader, to decide.
I’m not a social scientist, a historian or a military specialist. Much of the material contained in this story was found in the public domain. That said, I did call on the services of a number of experts where the available information was either inadequate or when good old-fashioned experience was required. I would very much like to thank those people publicly, because they only get two rewards in this business. One is the satisfaction of knowing that, where their specialty is concerned, at least accuracy has been maintained. Two is acknowledgement that they’d probably rather be out playing golf than sitting on the phone to me, or correcting the manuscript yet again.
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sp; And so . . . Thank you Andy Bates for taking me on the wildest 747 ride ever. Thank you ‘Woody’, former USAF F-16 fighter pilot, for your patience and enthusiasm. Thank you Gideon Marshall for showing me one end of an M16 from the other. Thank you Neville Farley, SASR veteran, for making sure I wasn’t completely off the planet. Thank you Chris Sherwood for the ins and outs on the Black Hawk. Thank you Mr Yuwono for the guided tour of Sulawesi. And thank you Bob Buick, Vietnam veteran and Military Medal winner, for your contacts and for your astonishing bravery under fire.
Also, thank you Patricia Rollins (me mum) for your tireless editing, suggestions and encouragement.
Glossary
ACI Airborne Control Interception
ADF Australian Defence Force
AFB Air force base
AGL Above ground level
AIM-9 Air-to-air heat-seeking missile
AMRAAM Advanced medium range air-to-air missile
APC Armoured patrol carrier
ASIS Australian Secret Intelligence Service
ATC Air traffic control
AV-8B Harrier Jump Jet –vertical/short take off and landing aircraft
AV-TUR Jet fuel
AWACS Airborne warning and control system
BVR Beyond visual range (missile)
C-130 Hercules transport aircraft
COMINT Communications intelligence
COMPSTOMP Computer Security, Tasking, Observation and Manipulation Protection
Cray XI Super computer
CSAR Combat Search and Rescue
DIO (Australian) Defence Intelligence Organisation
DIGO Defence Intelligence and Geospatial Organisation
DOD (Australian) Department of Defence
DPRD Dewan Perwakilan Rakjat Daerah – Indonesian Parliament
E&E Bay Electronics and Equipment Bay
EA-6B Prowler electronic warfare aircraft
ELINT Electronic intelligence
ETFOR United Nations peacekeeping force, East Timor
EW Electronic Warfare
F/A-18E Super Hornet Fleet defence aircraft
F14 Tomcat Fleet defence aircraft
F16 Fighting Falcon fighter
FIR Flight Information Region
FMC Flight Management Computer
GPS Global positioning system
H&K MP5SD 9 mm sub-machine gun
H&K USP 9 mm pistol
HE High explosive
HE 463 High explosive M203-launched grenade
HUD Head up display
Huey UH-1D helecopter
IAE Intelligence Assimilation Executive
INTERFET Peacemaking force, East Timor
IRS Inertial Reference System
KC-135 Air-to-air tanker
LM Loadmaster
LSA Lowest safe altitude
LZ Landing zone
M16 A2 Military assault carbine
M203 Grenade launcher
M26 AI Anti-personnel hand grenade
M34 Willie Pete white phosphorous hand grenade
M4 Military assault carbine
MAG Mobile Assault Group
Minimi Light machine gun
MLP Marine landing platform
NSA National Security Agency
NVG Night vision goggles
OSCAR Open systems core avionics requirement (weapons/stores computer)
PE Plastic explosive
QNH Area air pressure at sea level
RAAF Royal Australian Air Force
ROE Rules of engagement
RV Rendezvous
S70 A9 Black Hawk helicopter
SAR Search and Rescue
SASR Special Air Service Regiment
SBS Special Boat Service
SEASection South-East Asian Section
SIGINT Signals intelligence
SRS Special Recovery Squadron
Super Pumpa Helicopter
TACBE Tactical beacon (radio transceiver)
TNI Tentara Nasional Indonesia (Indonesian army)
TNI-AU Tentara Nasional Indonesia – Angkatan Udara (Indonesian airforce)
UH Ultra high frequency
V22 Osprey Tiltrotor vertical/short takeoff and landing aircraft
VHF Very high frequency
WAC World Area Chart
Zulu Universal Coordinated Time/Greenwich Mean Time
Prologue
General Suluang shook a toothpick from the holder. He dug out a piece of chicken that had lodged in the canyon left by a filling broken long ago. The waitress cleared away the meal eaten by the men hunched in the circle of dim light over the table. The general looked up when her scent reached his nostrils. She smiled. He admired the young woman’s body, momentarily diverted from the discussion.
‘Kalimantan is troublesome again,’ said Lanti Rajasa, the head of Indonesia’s security police. ‘We kill the terrorists but the burnings persist.’ His lips were stretched tight across yellow teeth, giving him the appearance of an animal baring its fangs.
The general nodded, relieved that the annoying piece of chicken had finally been dispatched. This was his favourite restaurant in Jakarta. The food was acceptable, the decor a mishmash of jungle themes and Indonesian mythology. The music softly piping through the restaurant’s speakers was a popular melody played on a continuous loop. The general found the familiarity of it reassuring. The room, though large, was dark and private. Thick brown carpet swallowed conversation and the muted light encouraged anonymity. It was the kind of place businessmen took their mistresses during the day, but it was one o’clock in the morning now and the last of the paying customers had long since left. He especially liked this restaurant because the owner was his cousin, a retired army major from a good regiment, so he didn’t feel that he had to guard his conversation.
Rajasa continued. ‘Aceh is worsening. The police chief there is missing. We don’t think we’ll find him alive. Several government buildings have been torched. The army is on the streets, but the looting, as you know, goes on. The students are the worst. The people no longer wait for the soldiers to turn their backs before they steal. The army doesn’t seem to be an effective deterrent any more.’
The general again nodded thoughtfully, ‘Perhaps we should have had our men remove their red berets way back in the beginning. It would have been helpful having supporters in the area working behind the scenes. We’ve let things get out of hand. Lack of respect is a disease, Lanti, and it spreads. Aceh, Ambon, Kalimantan, Irian Jaya.’
‘You mean West Papua, General,’ said Colonel Javid Jayakatong, commanding officer of a mechanised infantry regiment. ‘I still can’t believe the government caved in to pressure from a few natives waving spears and allowed the place to be renamed.’
‘They can call it what they like, Colonel. It’ll always be Irian Jaya to me,’ said Suluang.
‘Even Bali is proving difficult,’ said Rajasa, snorting in disbelief.
‘Yes, it has never really recovered from those fanatics,’ said Jayakatong, ‘The Balinese resent us. They think we allowed it to happen because they’re Hindu, rather than Muslim. Fools. Don’t all of us here have assets there that rely on the tourists? Why would we hurt our own investments? Still, there is a bright side.’
‘And that is . . .?’ Rajasa was intrigued.
‘The number of Australian flags burned across the country in support of the attacks,’ said Jayakatong.
The men laughed heartily.
The general waited for the laughter to subside and let his face assume a hard, conspiratorial mien. He leaned forward. ‘It started with East Timor. Now, every other island and province with the vaguest historical grudge against Java is moving towards secession. There are racial tensions, religious pressures. Gentlemen, we are sitting on the complete disintegration of Indonesia, nothing less.’
Blood flushed into Colonel Jayakatong’s head at the mention of East Timor. He had been chased through a jungle trail there, humiliated by Australian soldiers, and he hit the table with a closed fist. ‘Austral
ians! Asia’s white trash! They are to blame for so much unrest within our country.’
Lanti Rajasa spoke in a low voice, ‘Many Indonesians feel as you do, Colonel.’
Suluang was pleased to see the anger on the colonel’s face. That was good. It fed his resolve. He glanced quickly at Rajasa and received an imperceptible nod. ‘We all know why we’re here. Indonesia needs a strong hand. Together, united, we have the means at our disposal to act in Indonesia’s interests.’
Rajasa’s eyes flicked from Colonel Jayakatong to General Kukuh Masri, the man known as Mao, for his striking resemblance to the late Chinese leader. They’d all been thinking the same thought. Indeed, it had been whispered often enough in barracks throughout Indonesia since Australia’s invasion of East Timor. The impact of that blow was still echoing throughout the country, with each subsequent month seeming to bring a further diminution in the power and authority of the country’s armed forces. Finally, someone had put the idea on the table and neither Jayakatong nor Masri had flinched.
General Masri had been silent, Rajasa noted, nodding occasionally but hardly the strident advocate of military intervention they were expecting. They needed him. He commanded a powerful regiment of crack paratroopers. ‘Yes, it’s time to stop killing our own people,’ he said at last.
General Suluang raised his empty glass and saluted Masri’s sentiment. ‘You are absolutely right, Mao. We might be the shepherds, but our flock is wandering off. We need to regather them if Indonesia is to survive.’
The men looked at each other a little nervously. After the initial bluster, each man knew the course they were on was a dangerous one. ‘And,’ said Suluang after a pause, ‘I have an idea that will almost guarantee there’ll be no blood-letting on Indonesian soil.’
‘What of the Americans? How would they react?’ said Colonel Jayakatong. ‘They are an unpredictable quantity.’
‘Yes,’ said Suluang, ‘the Americans.’ He seemed to be placing the question under scrutiny as he took another toothpick and examined its point. ‘They do not want to see Indonesia disintegrate. They will appreciate the benefits of a strong hand holding the archipelago together. And we’re not terrorists, or religious fanatics. We have a legitimate concern for our country’s stability. If we say the right things about trade, promise a return to stability. Free elections, of course . . .’ The general shrugged dismissively.