Ryan shakes his head. “That’s too neat. Pakistan doesn’t have the deep-ocean capability. But China does.”
The story splits: In Karachi, a disillusioned Pakistani submarine commander, Captain Asif Khan, is ordered to move his aging Khalid -class diesel sub to a secret listening post in the Arabian Sea. He realizes his own government is being set up as the fall guy. In Kolkata, an Indian RAW field officer, Anjali Mehta, captures a dying Chinese agent who whispers one word before biting a cyanide pill: “Ryab.”
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A secure phone in his desk drawer—the one he was told to keep “just in case”—buzzes. It’s Admiral Greer, his old mentor.
“Sure it was, Jack. Sure it was.”
“That was a one-time thing,” Ryan says.
Jack Ryan, PhD, former Marine and current history professor, sips black coffee in his cramped office. He’s five years removed from the London stockbroker days, three years removed from the CIA’s analytical division (a “bad fit,” Langley said). Now he teaches naval strategy to plebes. He likes the quiet. He likes the predictable rhythm of lectures, grading, and bedtime stories for his daughter, Sally. Ryan shakes his head
“Mr. President, don’t. I’m sending you the audio from Khan. I’m also sending you the hard drive from Volkov’s array. It shows the Chinese sub’s acoustic fingerprint. Let the Indians hear it. Let the world hear it. Call their bluff.”