“Conduit Ten is not an auxiliary municipal utility tunnel, Elena,” Vice Admiral David Mercer explained, his four silver stars catching the amber cabin downlights as he leaned forward, resting his calloused forearms against the table:
“During the restructuring of the strategic deterrent forces in nineteen-eighty-four, your grandfather, Arthur Mercer Senior, and our naval engineering cadres recognized that the nuclear triad was vulnerable to civilian executive decapitation.
If an adversary compromised the National Military Command Center or assassinated the President, the digital targeting networks for the Air Force’s strategic bomber wings at Minot and Barksdale and the Atlantic Fleet’s ballistic missile submarine force could be blinded within eight seconds.”
“They built Conduit Ten.”
“An underground, electromagnetic-shielded, pressurized hydraulic pneumatic command artery running through the bedrock directly into a sealed analog vault beneath the Supreme Court building.”
“Inside that vault were placed forty-eight titanium transit cylinders containing the physical, analog mechanical targeting release matrices and cryptographic launch ciphers for our nation’s strategic nuclear deterrent.”
