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〃What's your condition？〃
〃The tail works。 Rest of our sonar's shot。 We can shoot fish from the torpedoroom control systems。 Still raining in the control room； but we can live with it as long as we stay above three hundred feet。〃
〃Can you go any faster？〃
〃We tried going to eight knots。 Found out we couldn't keep it up。 The sail's ing apart。 The noise just gets worse。 I can give you six； that's it。〃
〃Very well。 If you got a working tail； we'll try to take station a few miles ahead。 Call it five miles。〃
〃Thanks； Danny。〃
McCafferty hung up the phone。 〃Sonar； you got anything that even looks like it might be something？〃
〃No； sir； it's clear right now。〃
〃All ahead two…thirds。〃 So； where the hell is Boston？ the captain asked himself。
〃Funny how quiet things have got；〃 the exec pointed out。
〃Tell me about it。 I know I'm acting paranoid； but am I acting paranoid enough！〃 McCafferty needed the laugh。 〃Okay。 We sprint and drift north； fifteen minutes sprint； ten drift； until we're five miles ahead of Providence。 Then we settle down to six knots and continue the mission。 I'm going to catch a nap。 Wake me in two hours。 Talk to the division officers and chiefs； make sure the troops are getting some rest。 We've been pushing pretty hard。 I don't want anybody to fold up。〃 McCafferty grabbed half a sandwich as he walked forward。 It was only eight steps to his stateroom。 The food was swallowed by then。
〃Captain to control！〃 It seemed he had only just closed his eyes when the speaker over his head went off。 McCafferty checked his watch on the way out the door。 He'd been asleep for ninety minutes。 It would have to do。
〃What do we got？〃 he asked the exec。
〃Possible submarine contact on the port quarter。 Just picked it up。 We got a bearing change already…it's close。 No signature yet。〃
〃Boston？〃
〃Could be。〃
I wish Todd hadn't gone off like that； McCafferty told himself。 He found himself wondering if they shouldn't just tell Providence to go to her best speed and screw the noise。 That was fatigue talking； he knew。 Tired people make mistakes； especially judgmental effors。 Captains can't afford those； Danny。
Chicago was making six knots。 No noise at all； the captain thought。 Nobody can hear us 。 。 。 maybe； probably。 You don't really know anymore； do you？ He went into the sonar room。
〃How you feeling； Chief？〃
〃Hangin' in there； skipper。 This contact's a beaut。 See how he fades in and out。 He's there； all right； but it's a cast…iron bitch to hold him。〃
〃Boston headed off west a few hours ago。〃
〃Could be him ing back； sir。 Lord knows he's quiet enough。 Or it could be a Tango on batteries； sir。 I don't have enough signal to tell the difference。 Sorry； sir。 I just don't know。〃 The chief rubbed raw eyes and let out a long breath。
〃How long since you had any rest？〃
〃I don't know that either； sir。〃
〃When we finish up this one； you hit the rack； Chief 〃 The tracking party officer called forward next。
〃I have a working range for you； sir。 Five thousand yards。 I think he's on an easterly course。 Trying to firm that up。〃 McCafferty ordered a firecontrol solution to be run on the contact。
〃What's this？〃 the chief asked。 〃Another sonar contact behind the first one； bearing two…five…three。 He's following the other guy！〃
〃I need an ID； Chief。〃
〃I don't have enough data； Captain。 Both these guys are creeping。〃
Is Boston one of them？ If so； which？ If the one in front； do we warn him and reveal our position？ Or shoot and risk shooting at the wrong one？ Or just do nothing at all？
McCafferty went aft to the plotting board。 〃How close is this one to Providence？〃
〃Just over four thousand yards； ing in on her port bow。〃
〃He probably has her then；〃 the captain thought aloud。
〃But who the hell is he？〃 the tracking officer asked quietly。 〃And what's this Sierra…2 contact behind him？〃
〃Transient！ Transient！〃 the sonar chief called。 〃Mechanical transient on Sierra2！〃
〃Left fifteen degrees rudder；〃 McCafferty ordered quietly。
〃Torpedo in the water； bearing two…four…nine！〃
〃All ahead two…thirds！〃 This order was loud。
〃Conn； sonar； we got increased machinery noises on Sierra…l。 Okay； the front contact is a two…screw boat； blade count indicates speed of ten knots and increasing； getting some cavitation。 Target Sierra…I is maneuvering。 Classify this target as a Tango…class。〃
〃Boston's the one in back。 All ahead one…third。〃 McCafferty ordered his submarine to slow back down。 〃Get him； Todd！〃
His wish was rewarded with an explosion fifteen seconds later。 Simms had e up with the same tactic as his friend on Chicago。 Close to a few thousand yards of the target； and give him no chance to maneuver clear。 Fifteen minutes later； Boston joined her healthy sister。
〃Talk about a tough four hours。 That Tango was good！〃 Simms called over on the gertrude。 〃You in good shape？〃
〃Yes。 We have the front guard position。 You want to take the rear for a while？〃
〃You got it； Danny。 See ya'。〃
ICELAND
〃Lead off； Sergeant Nichols。〃
The Russian outpost was three miles south and three thousand feet up。 They climbed up the walls of the ravine and into relatively open ground。 They were between the sun and the outpost。 Edwards found that intellectually he believed what Nichols said about light conditions； and how the eye reacted to them…and how easy was it to spot something three miles away？…but walking like this felt like being naked on the street at rush hour。 They had darkened their faces with camouflage makeup； and their uniforms blended in well with the color and texture of the land。 But the human eye looks for movement； Edwards told himself； and we're moving。 What am I doing here？
One step at a time。 Walk softly。 Don't raise any dust。 Slow； easy pace。 No sudden moves。 Heads down。 All the things Nichols had said echoed through his mind。 Look at me； I'm invisible。
He manded himself not to look up； but Edwards would have been less than human not to sneak an occasional look。 The hill…mountain towered above them。 It really got steep near the top。 A volcano？ he wondered。 There was no sign of activity at the summit。 Maybe nobody is there？ Right。 Do us all a favor and be blind； or asleep； or eating； or looking for airplanes。 He had to pull his eyes away from it。
The rocks he stepped over and around blended together after a while。 Each member of the party walked alone。 No one said anything。 Every face was couched in a neutral expression that might have meant quiet determination or concealed exhaustion。 Just walking the rocks safely required concentration。
This is the end of it。 The last hike。 The last hill to climb。 The end； Edwards promised himself。 After this I drive a car to get the morning paper。 If I can't have a one…story house I'll damned well have an elevator installed。 I'll get kids to cut the grass for me and sit on the porch watching them。
Finally the hilltop was behind him。 He had to sneak his looks over his shoulder now。 For some reason the helicopter full of Russian paratroopers didn't e。 They were somewhat safer now。 So Nichols stepped up the pace。
Four hours later the mountaintop was behind a knife…edge ridge of volcanic rock。 Nichols called a halt。 They'd been moving for seven hours。
〃Well；〃 the sergeant said。 〃That was easy enough； wasn't it？〃
〃Sarge； next time you jump out of an airplane； please break your ankle；〃 Mike suggested。
〃Hard part's behind us。 Now all we have left is to climb this wee hill；〃 Nichols pointed out。
〃Might want to get some water first；〃 Smith said。 He pointed to a stream a hundred yards away。
〃Good idea。 Leftenant； I do think we should be atop the hill as quick as we can。〃
〃Agreed。 This is absolutely the last Goddamned hill I ever climb！〃
Nichols chuckled。 〃I have said that myself once or twice； sir。〃
〃I don't believe it。〃
USS INDEPENDENCE
〃Wele aboard； Toland！〃 mander； Strike Fleet Atlantic was a three…star billet； but Rear Admiral Scott Jacobsen would have to settle for the job instead of the rank for the moment。 The life…long aviator was the most senior carrier division mander in the Navy； and was the replacement for the late Admiral Baker。 〃You have one hell of a letter of introduction here from Admiral Beattie。〃
〃He made too big a deal of it。 All I did was pass along an idea somebody else came up with。〃
〃Okay。 You were on Nimitz when the task force got hit； right？〃
〃Yes； sir； I was in CIC。〃
〃The only other guy who got out was Sonny Svenson？〃
〃Captain Svenson； yes； sir。〃
Jacobsen picked up his phone and punched three digits。 〃Ask Captain Spaulding to join me。 Thank you。 Toland； you； me； and my operations officer are going to relive that experience。 I want to see if there might be something our briefing left out。 They're not going to punch any holes in my carriers； son。〃
〃Admiral； don't underestimate them；〃 Toland warned。
〃I won't underestimate them； Toland。 That's why I have you here。
Your group got caught too far north for the circumstances。 Taking Iceland was a beautiful move on their part。 It screwed our plans pretty well。 We are going to fix that； mander。〃
〃So I gather； sir。〃
USS REUBEN JAMES
〃Ain't she pretty！〃 O'Malley said。 He flipped his cigarette over the side and crossed his arms； staring at the massive carrier on the horizon。 She was just a dim gray shape； with aircraft landing on the flat deck。