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Overview
Four Japanese nationalists storm Tokyo's imperial palace and behead the emperor. Their goal: to invade Russia and conquer oil-rich Siberia in order to dominate the globe. Soon the world explodes in war, as Japan, Russia and the United States go head-to-head in a struggle that threatens total destruction. Now three men from three different nations must meet their ultimate challenge: to fight as patriots in a war driven by greed and madness--and save the planet from nothing less than a full-scale nuclear attack.
Stephen Coonts' Fortunes of War is an explosive, action-packed thriller.
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781429958141 |
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| Publisher: | St. Martin's Publishing Group |
| Publication date: | 04/01/2010 |
| Sold by: | Macmillan |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 368 |
| Sales rank: | 421,945 |
| File size: | 459 KB |
About the Author
With over 15 million copies of his bestselling books in print, Stephen Coonts is one of today's foremost chroniclers of suspence fiction, with thrillers that soar full-throttle into heart-stopping excitement. Now he pens a novel of infinite power, chillingly portraying the madness that fuels destruction-and the courage to step into the heart of devastating war.
STEPHEN COONTS is the New York Times bestselling author of more than thirty novels that have been translated and published around the world. His books include The Disciple, The Assassin, and the Deep Black and Saucers series, among many other bestsellers. A former naval aviator and Vietnam combat veteran, he is a graduate of West Virginia University and the University of Colorado School of Law. He lives in Colorado.
Date of Birth:
July 19, 1946Place of Birth:
Morgantown, West VirginiaEducation:
B.A., West Virginia University, 1968; J.D., University of Colorado, 1979Read an Excerpt
Fortunes of War
By Stephen Coonts
St. Martin's Press
Copyright © 1998 Stephen P. CoontsAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4299-5814-1
CHAPTER 1
The two telephone company vans moved along the traffic-choked boulevard beside the Imperial Palace at a snail's pace, precisely the speed at which everyone drove. Traffic in Tokyo this June morning was heavy, as usual. Reeking exhaust fumes rose from the packed roadways into the warm, hazy air in shimmering waves.
In the lead van, the driver kept his eyes strictly on the traffic. The driver was in his mid-twenties, and he looked extraordinarily fit in his telephone company one-piece jumper. He wore a blue company billed cap over short, carefully groomed hair. Concentrating fiercely on the traffic around him, he drove with both hands on the steering wheel.
The passenger in the lead van was a few years older than the driver. He, too, wore a one-piece blue jumper and billed cap, both of which sported the company logo. This man examined with sharp, intelligent eyes the stone wall that surrounded the palace grounds.
Between the fifteen-foot wall and the boulevard was a centuries-old moat that still contained water. Atop the wall was a green tangle of trees and shrubs, seemingly impenetrable. There were actually two moats, an outer moat and an inner one, but here and there they had been permanently bridged. In many places, they had just been filled in. Here in the heart of Tokyo, the remaining hundred-foot-wide expanses of water populated with ducks and lined with people were stunning, inviting, an inducement to contemplation.
The passenger of the lead van paid little attention to the open water or the crowds. He was interested in police cars and palace security vehicles, and he mentioned every one he saw to the driver. Occasionally, he checked his watch.
When the two vans had completely circled the royal compound, the man in the cargo area of the lead van spoke a few words into a handheld radio, listened carefully to the reply, then nodded at the man in the passenger seat, who was looking at him. That man patted the driver on the arm twice.
In a few seconds, the vans turned into a service entrance. The inner moat had been filled in here, and the vehicles went through a narrow gate in the wall to a courtyard. A uniformed security officer in a glassed-in guardhouse watched the vehicles park. There were two armed officers by the gate and two by the door of the building. All four of them watched the passenger get out of the lead vehicle and walk over to the guardhouse.
The security officer's little window was already open, apparently for ventilation.
The passenger gave a polite bow, just a head bob. "We are the telephone repairmen. They told us to come this morning."
"Identity cards, please."
The passenger passed them over.
"Yes. I have you on the list." The officer gave the cards back.
"Where should we park?"
"Near the door." He gestured vaguely. "There should be no conflicts. How long will your repairs take?"
"I don't know. We will have to inspect the failure, ensure we have the proper equipment to repair it."
"You must be out of the palace by four o'clock."
"And if we cannot fix it by then?"
"You will have to call the Imperial Household Agency, describe the problem, and make an appointment to return."
"I understand. First, we must diagnose the problem. We have some test equipment to take inside."
The security officer nodded and gestured to the two armed policemen standing near the door.
It took a bit to get the vans parked and unloaded. One of the security officers went over and spoke for a moment to the man in the guardhouse while the telephone men checked their equipment. The four men each hoisted a share. One of the security officers held the door open for them, and another followed them inside.
"I will show you where the problem is," he told the four, then took the lead. "The agency has a telephone technician on the staff. If you wish, I will have him summoned and he can tell you what he learned when he examined the system."
"We may have to do that," the man who had been the passenger in the lead van said. "We will look first."
They went up a staircase to the second floor and down a long corridor. They were inside an equipment room when the garroting wire went over the guard's head, startling him. The wire bit deeply into his neck before he could make a sound. He was struggling against the wire when one of the men, now in front of him, seized his head and twisted it so violently that his neck snapped.
The repairmen took the guard's weight as he went limp. They placed the body in a corner of the room, out of sight of anyone who might come to the door, open it, and look in. The murder had taken no more than sixty seconds.
The men picked up their equipment. Outside in the hallway, the passenger from the van ensured the door was completely shut and latched.
Their rubber-soled shoes made no noise as the four men walked the marble corridors deeper and deeper into the huge palace.
The bubbling, laughing children circled about the empress with carefree abandon. They giggled deliciously as they danced around her arm in arm on the manicured green lawn, among the shrubs and flowers growing riot in lush beds, under a bright sun shining down from a gentle blue sky, while temple bells chimed in the distance. Stately, measured, the bells proclaimed the beauty of an ordered universe.
Emperor Naruhito was probably the only person to pay any attention to the chiming temple bells, which he thought the perfect musical accompaniment to the informal lawn ceremony in front of him. The children's bright, traditional dress contrasted sharply with the deep green grass and captured the eye as they circled around the empress, who was wearing a silk ivory-colored kimono trimmed with exquisite organdy. The other adults were removed a pace or two, ceding center stage to the empress and the happy children. The photographers shooting the scene stationed themselves ever so slightly out of the way. They were dressed in nondescript clothing, rarely moved, and, in the finest tradition of their profession, managed to fade into the scene almost like shadows.
The natural world certainly had an innocent charm that human affairs lacked, the emperor mused bitterly. For weeks now he had been brooding upon the current political situation. The new prime minister, Atsuko Abe, seemed bent on forcing the nation onto a new course, a course that Emperor Naruhito regarded with a growing sense of horror.
The Japanese political situation had been drifting to the right for years, the emperor thought as he watched the empress and the children. He reviewed the sequence yet again, trying to make sense of an avalanche of events that seemed beyond human control.
Each government since the great bank collapse had lasted a short while, then was swept from office and replaced by one even more reactionary. As the emperor saw it, the problem was that politicians were not willing to tell the Japanese people the truth. Their island nation was small, overpopulated, and lacked natural resources. The prosperity of the post — World War II era was built on turning imported raw materials into manufactured products and selling them to the American market at prices American manufacturers could not compete with. Japan's price advantage rested on low labor costs, which eventually disappeared. Sky-high real estate and hyperinflated stock values fell sickeningly as Japan's economic edge evaporated. The government propped up the overextended banking system for a while, but finally it collapsed, nearly bankrupting the government. Then tensions in the Mideast rose to the flash point and the Arabs cut off the sale of oil to force the developed world to pressure Israel.
The oil was flowing once again, but the damage was done. Japan found it could not afford Mideast oil at any price. The yen was essentially worthless, the banking system in ruins, huge industrial enterprises couldn't pay their bills, and disillusioned workers had been laid off in droves.
Maybe the Japanese were doomed. The emperor had moments when cold anxieties seized his heart, and he had one such now.
Perhaps they were all doomed. To be led into the outer darkness by a poisonous ultranationalist like Atsuko Abe, a demagogue preaching against the evils of foreign values and foreign institutions while extolling the virtues of the ancient Japanese nation — was this the Japanese destiny? Was this what the nation had come to?
Ah ... Japan, ancient yet young, fertile yet pure and unspoiled, home for the select of mankind, the Japanese.
If that Japan had ever existed, it was long gone, yet today Abe waved the racial memory like a flag before a dispirited, once-proud people betrayed by everything they trusted. Betrayed, Abe claimed, by Western democracy. Betrayed by bureaucrats. Betrayed by captains of industry ... betrayed by capitalism, an import from a foreign culture....
Japan, Abe thundered, had been betrayed by a people who refused to hold its values dear, the Japanese. They were guilty. And they would have to pay the price.
All of this was political rhetoric. It inflamed half-wits and foreigners and gave newspapers much to editorialize about, but it was only hot air, spewed by Abe and his friends to distance themselves from other, more traditional politicians, and to win votes, which it did. Only when he was firmly ensconced in the prime minister's office, with the reins of power in his hands, did Atsuko Abe began to discuss his true agenda with his closest allies.
Friends of the emperor whispered to him of Abe's ambitions, because they were deeply troubled. Abe's proclamations, they said, were more than rhetoric. He fully intended to make Japan a world power, to do "whatever was required."
Naruhito, always conscious of the fact that the post-World War II constitution limited the throne to strictly ceremonial duties, held his tongue. Still, the burden of history weighed oppressively upon him.
A personal letter from the president of the United States shattered Naruhito's private impasse. "I am deeply concerned," the President said, "that the Japanese government is considering a military solution to aggravating regional and economic problems, a solution that will rupture the peace of the region and may well trigger worldwide conflagration. Such a calamity would have enormous, tragic implications for every human on this planet. As heads of state, we owe our countrymen and our fellow citizens of the planet our best efforts to ensure such an event never occurs."
There was more. Naruhito read the letter with a sense of foreboding. The president of the United States knew more about the political situation in Japan than he, the emperor, did. Obviously, the president got better information.
Near the end of the letter, the president said, "We believe the Abe administration plans an invasion of Siberia to secure a permanent, stable oil supply. The recent appeals of the indigenous Siberian people for Japanese aid in their revolt against the Russians are a mere pretext orchestrated by the Abe government. I fear such an invasion might trigger a world war, the like of which this planet has never seen. A third world war, one more horrible than any conflict yet waged by man, may bring civilization to a tragic end, throwing the world into a new dark age, one from which our species may never recover."
Here, in writing, were the words that expressed the horror the emperor felt as he observed the domestic political situation. Even though he lacked the specific information that the president of the United States had, Naruhito also felt that he was watching the world he knew slide slowly and inexorably toward a horrible doom.
"I am writing you personally," the president concluded, "to ask for your help. We owe it to mankind to preserve the rule of law for future generations. Our worldwide civilization is not perfect; it is a work in progress, made better by every person who obeys the laws and works for his daily bread, thereby contributing to the common good. Civilization is the human heritage, the birthright of all who will come after us."
Naruhito asked the prime minister to call.
Although the emperor had met Atsuko Abe on several occasions since he had become prime minister, he had never before had the opportunity to speak privately with him. Always, there were aides around, functionaries, security people. This time, it was just the two of them, in the emperor's private study.
After the polite preliminaries, the emperor mentioned the letter and gave Abe a copy to read.
Atsuko Abe was unsure how to proceed or just what to say. A private audience with the emperor was an extraordinary honor, one that left him somewhat at a loss for words. Yet this letter ... He knew the Americans had spies — spies and political enemies were everywhere.
"Your Highness, we are at a critical juncture in our nation's history," Atsuko Abe said, feeling his way. "The disruption of our oil supply was the final straw. It wrecked the economy. Japan is in ruins; millions are out of work. We must repair the damage and ensure it never happens again."
"Is it true?" the emperor asked, waving the letter. "Is your government planning an invasion of Siberia?"
"Your Excellency, we have received a humanitarian appeal from the native Siberian people, who are seeking to throw off the Russian yoke. Surely you have been briefed on this development. The justice of their situation is undeniable. Their appeal is quite compelling."
"You are evasive, sir. Now is the time for speaking the blunt truth, not polite evasion."
Abe was astounded. Never had he seen the emperor like this, nor imagined he could be like this.
"The time has come for Japan to assume its rightful place in the world," the prime minister said.
"Which is?"
"A superpower," Abe said confidently. He stared boldly at the emperor, who averted his eyes from the challenge on Abe's face.
Then, ashamed, he forced himself to look the prime minister in the eye. "Is it true?" the emperor asked obstinately. "Does Japan plan to invade Siberia?"
"Our hour has come," Abe replied firmly. "We are a small island nation, placed by the gods beside a growing Chinese giant. We must have oil."
"But you have signed an agreement with the Russians! They will sell us oil."
"That, Your Excellency, is precisely the problem. As long as we are buying Russian oil, we are at their mercy. Japan must have its own resources."
The son of an industrialist, Atsuko Abe had spent the first two decades of his adult life in the Japanese Self-Defense Force, the military. Although he was selected for flag rank, he left at an early age and obtained a post in the defense ministry. There Abe made friends with politicians across the spectrum, rose in influence, won promotion after promotion. Finally, he left the bureaucracy and ran for a seat in the Diet, which he won handily. He had been there for almost ten years, surfing the political riptides that surged through the capital.
He was ready now, at sixty-two years of age. This was his moment.
The emperor refused to look away. "Our hour? How dare you? This nation has never been in a shadow. Our way of life is honorable; we have kept faith with our ancestors. Our nation has made mistakes in the past, for which our people have paid dearly, but our honor is unstained. We need no hour of conquest, no triumph of violence, no blood on our hands."
"You are born to your position," Abe said bitterly. "What do you know of struggle, of triumph?"
The emperor fought to maintain his composure. "Russia has nuclear weapons, which the Russians might use to defend themselves. Have you the right to risk the very life of this nation?"
"We are in a grave crisis, Your Excellency."
"Don't patronize me, Prime Minister."
Abe bowed. When he straightened, he said, "Forgive me, Excellency. The fact you do not know is that Japan also is a nuclear power. I am convinced that Russia will not risk nuclear war to retain a wasteland that has never earned her a single yen of profit."
The emperor sat stunned. "Japan has nuclear weapons?" he whispered.
"Yes."
"How? How were these weapons developed and manufactured?"
"With the greatest secrecy. Obviously." The manufacture of these weapons was Abe's greatest triumph, a program reluctantly agreed to by politicians watching their world collapse, then accomplished under a security blanket worthy of Joseph Stalin.
"The government did this without the consent of the Diet? Without the knowledge and consent of the Japanese people? In violation of the constitution and the laws?"
Abe merely bowed his head.
"What if you are wrong about Russia?" the emperor demanded. "Answer me that. What if Russia retaliates with nuclear weapons?"
"The risk is as great for Russia as it is for Japan, and Russia has less at stake."
"They may not see the equation as you do, Prime Minister."
Abe said nothing.
The emperor was too astonished to go further. The man is mad, he thought. The prime minister has gone completely mad.
(Continues...)
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Interviews
On Tuesday, June 9th, barnesandnoble.com welcomed Stephen Coonts to discuss FORTUNES OF WAR.
Moderator: Good evening, and welcome, Stephen Coonts! We are glad to have you with us tonight. Before we begin, do you have any opening comments for your online readers?
Stephen Coonts: No, I hope they ask some good questions!
Will from Wilmington, Delaware: Good to see you online, Mr. Coonts! I love all your books! Tell me, how do you stay up to date on your military detail
Stephen Coonts: Research and asking questions of people who know the answers.
George from Lake Placid, NY: Just looking at your new book, I couldn't help but notice that it involves three heroes from three different countries -- the US, Russia and Japan. Did you intend that the three heroes come from countries that have at some point during the 20th Century been considered military enemies?
Stephen Coonts: Yes. That was the whole idea of the book! In this book, Russia is America's friend, a juxtaposition of the Cold War alignments of the last 40 years. I hope the readers find this of interest.
Rich Greenleaf from Wichita, KS: Where did you first get the idea for FORTUNES OF WAR? Do you get your ideas for your plots from the newspapers?
Stephen Coonts: Current events, and noodling about possible plots that would play to my strength as a writer. Every writer tries to pick balls they can hit out of the park, in other words, they try to write about themes they can handle well.
Pearl from Boston, MA: I am going to ask a speculative history question if that is OK...what do you foresee for the world's future now that we don't have a real bi-polar planet? "Fortunes of War?"
Stephen Coonts: I think that increasingly the conflicts of hte future will be between the "haves" and the "have-nots," societies that have a stake in the world as it is and those who don't.
Jackson from Jackson Hole, WY: Are you still flying? What sort of plane do you fly?
Stephen Coonts: The answer is yes, my wife and I own four airplanes, and we cage rides in anything else we can.
Jimbo from Santa Fe, NM: Hi, Steve! Your novels are A-1 for suspense! Thanks for such a consistently great output of books! Tell me, what is the most important thing to remember when you are writing books like yours? How do you know you can keep your readers on the edges of their seats?
Stephen Coonts: Suspense is built of pacing, interesting characters, and action-adventure situations. But the key is to pace the story properly, or all suspense is lost.
Paul from Morris Plains, NJ: Do you write to a military audience? Who do you intend as your target audience? Or do you not even think about this?
Stephen Coonts: My target audience are literate people with an interest in world affairs, technology, and the lives of other people different from themselves.
Garth from Key West, FL: Did you write while you were flying in the Navy? When did you discover that it was what you wanted to do?
Stephen Coonts: We'll say I started writing flying sequences in 1973 while on active duty. This was not a novel because I didn't have a plot. It wasn't until the early eighties that I thought up a plot for my flying story, and in 1984, I sat down to write it after a divorce. It turned into FLIGHT OF THE INTRUDER. I discovered it was what I wanted to do when I found out I could make a living at it.
Pearl from Boston, MA: Me again...who do see as some "have-nots?"
Stephen Coonts: I would say third world, the Muslims, who find the changes necessary to survive in modern society very threatening to their way of life. The Palestinians, who feel that the world ignores their plight, and the starving and hungry everywhere.
Marius from San Francisco, CA: What sort of research did you have to do to write this novel? Do you find your info online? Also, have you ever travelled to Siberia?
Stephen Coonts: I flew the F-22 cockpit concept demonstrator, a non-motion simulator, at the Lockheed Martin Facility in Marietta, Georgia. I also did a lot of reserach in reference books and read books about stealth fighters and books about the future of military aviation. I also asked questions of experienced fighter pilots, and had them read the manuscript. The second answer is no, I have not been to Siberia. I did go to Japan for this book.
Gunther B. from Brooklyn, NY: It seems as if this book is not only suspense-filled, but also emotionally charged -- you really care about characters like Cassidy, Kimura and Saratov! What was it like to weave this element into your novel? Was this novel more difficult to write than your previous novels?
Stephen Coonts: The answer is I care about all the characters I write in all seven of my published novels, so it was no more difficult in that regard. It was difficult getting the right mix between geo-politics and action-adventure. And so, the book was rewritten three times, and took two and a half years to write.
Justin from Walpole, MA: Tell us about your military history -- how did you first become a naval aviator? Did you always want to do that, or did you come to it by default?
Stephen Coonts: I joined the Navy to avoid the draft in 1965. On college graduation in 1968 I went to flight school. No one becomes an aviator by default. The training is arduous, and people are washed out at every phase. Some are killed. Some just quit. I wanted it bad enough, and hung in there, so I got to have the thrill of being shot at over North Vietnam. If you want it bad, you'll get it bad.
Paul from College Park, MD: Have you ever been involved in active arial combat as described in your books? How does writing about it compare with the real thing?
Stephen Coonts: I was an attack pilot flying A-6 Intruders on two combat cruises from the deck of the USS Enterprise. My combat experience was air-to-ground. In training, I got to fly in simulated dog-fights. I believe all that gives me a feel for the emotions of aerial combat, which is what I am trying to capture in my fiction.
Omar from Brooklyn, NY: Are you doing any readings in the New York area?
Stephen Coonts: No, I've already made all the appearances for this book that I will make in New York.
Sandi from Pheonix, AZ: This book seems to be less a nuts and bolts military drama than it is a book about torn loyalties between the men who fight in them... Is this true? Is this what you intended when you set out to write it?
Stephen Coonts: Well, I think the answer is you are very perceptive, that is what I intended to write. The book is designed to be a story about the last warriors who have conflicted loyalties in a world that has become inter-dependent.
Ken from Vermont: Hello Stephen! What do you think about the current military fiction being published? Do you think there is a downfall in quality or do you think it is as strong as ever?
Stephen Coonts: I don't know if I want to touch that one!! But my stories are, I hope, as good as I can do! You will have to be the judge about other people's stuff.
Harlan from Texas: Do you base your characters on real people you knew in the Military?
Stephen Coonts: I used to, but any more they are almost pure creations of my imagination. Now, I see them as I want them to be.
Pac87@aol.com from xx: Do you even read your book reviews? Do you listen to what reviewers have to say about your books? What about fans?
Stephen Coonts: Well, the answer is, I wish I had the moral character to ignore critics, but I don't. I read every review, all fan mail and email, and try to answer every letter or email that seems to call for an answer. The website is www.coonts.com, and you are invited to look at it for explanations of my personal biography and the stories that I have written, as well as some nifty pictures.
Matt from NYC: Hi, Steve! Do you ever miss the action of a military career, vs. the quiet life of a writer?
Stephen Coonts: No, I had the action of life as a law student and lawyer. So, I enjoy being my own boss.
Jonas from Trenton, NJ: Hey, what do you think of hte movie version of UNDER SEIGE? Are there any other movie plans in the works?
Stephen Coonts: "Under Seige", the movie, was not made from my book. The book preceded the movie by about two years. The movie producers helped themselves to my title. Titles, by the way, cannot be copyrighted.
Nelson from Fairfield, CT: Do you think your military experience has helped you in writing accurate depictions of action scenes?
Stephen Coonts: Well, the answer to that is yes. I think every beginning writer should write about what they know. It's a rule a beginner violates to his peril.
Michael from Ft. VCollins, CO: How realistic scenario did you portray in this book? Do you ever think something like this could ever happen?
Stephen Coonts: The answer is I think it has happened in the past. I think economic chaos and incompetent governments lead to dictatorships and foreign military advernturing. Germany, Japan, in the '30's are classic examples.
Ronald from Aurora, CO: So what contemporary authors do you read? Clancy? Dale Brown?
Stephen Coonts: That's a loaded question. When I am writing, I read mainly history. It's not good for the ego to struggle for eight hours to get 1,000 words and then pick up a book in the same genre where the author did it so effortlessly.
Rick from Cleveland, OH: I love the cover....do you have a lot of input on the final cover?
Stephen Coonts: No. Occasionally, I get to make an input, but not with this cover, which was presented as a fait accompli.
Pete from Studio City, CA: How come we haven't seen any of your books in movie form? When are the deals gonna take place?
Stephen Coonts: FLIGHT OF THE INTRUDER was made into a movie, and did poorly at the box office, probably due to the fact it was released on the night America invaded Iraq. Everybody stayed home and watched real war on CNN. The next five books feature Jake Grafton, the hero of FLIGHT OF THE INTRUDER, and so the producer passed on all of them. With new characters, it is possible that Hollywood may pick up another of my books ,but it hasn't happened yet.
Muntz from MMuntz@yahoo.com: Are you on the internet a lot? What do you think about it as new form of technology?
Stephen Coonts: I think the Internet is where the telephone system was in 1898. What it will become is beyond our wildest imaginings.
Jess from Bellingham, WA: any more non-fcition due? i really liked "war in the air." Any chance we can see your military years brought to the page?
Stephen Coonts: We may well do a fiction anthology in a couple of years, and I'd someday like to do a follow-on to the nonfiction book THE CANNIBAL QUEEN. My focus right now, though, is on novels.
Colonel from Nebraska: What are you working on now?
Stephen Coonts: Well, the book that we hope to publish in May 1999 is a what-if book set in this hemisphere. My publisher does not want me to reveal anything else at this time. Watch my web site (www.coonts.com) for updates on this book in the year ahead.
Moderator: Thank you, Stephen Coonts! Do you have any final comments for the online audience?
Stephen Coonts: Read more books!
