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e're getting increased screw noises for all contacts。〃 McCafferty was in the sonar room before the report ended。
〃Torpedo bearing change？〃
〃Yes！ Moving left…to…right…Jesus； I think somebody's attacking the Russians。 Impact！〃 The chief jabbed his finger at the display。 A series of three bright spokes appeared right on the bearing to Kirov。 The display suddenly went berserk。 The high…and medium…frequency segment lit up with active sonar lines。 The lines indicating ships became brighter as the ships increased engine speeds and changed direction as they began to maneuver。
〃Secondary explosion on this contact…holy shit！ Lots of explosions in the water now。 Depth charges； maybe； something's really ripping the water up。 There's another torpedo…way off； bearing changing right to left。〃
The display was now too plex for McCafferty to follow。 The chief expanded the time scale to allow easier interpretation； but only he and his experienced operators could understand it。
〃Skipper； it looks like somebody just got inside on them and launched an attack。 He got three solid hits on Kirov； and now they're trying to beat on him。 These two ships appear to be converging on something。 Another torpedo in the water； don't know whose。 Gawd； look at all these explosions！〃
McCafferty went aft。
〃Periscope depth； now！〃 Chicago angled upward； taking a minute to reach her position。
He saw what might have been a mast on the horizon； and a column of black smoke； bearing three…two…zero。 Over twenty radars were operating along with a number of voice radios。
〃Down scope。 We have any target solutions？〃
〃No； sir；〃 the XO answered。 〃When they started maneuvering； all our data went to hell。〃
〃How far to the next sonobuoy line？〃
〃Two miles。 We're positioned to run right through a gap。〃
〃Make your depth eight hundred feet。 Ahead full； move us in。〃
Chicago's engines sprang into life； accelerating the submarine to thirty knots。 The executive officer dived the boat to eight hundred feet； ducking deep below a sonobuoy set for shallow search。 McCafferty stood over the chart table； took a pen from his pocket； and unconsciously began chewing on the plastic end as he watched his sub's course take him closer and closer to the enemy formation。 Sonar performance dropped virtually to nil with the high speed； but soon the low…frequency sounds of the exploding ordnance echoed through the steel hull。 Chicago ran for twenty minutes； zigzagging slightly to avoid the Russian sonobuoys； as the firecontrol men kept updating their solutions。
〃Okay； all ahead one…third and take her back up to periscope depth；〃 McCafferty said。 〃Tracking party； stand by for a firing run。〃
The sonar picture cleared up rapidly。 The Soviets were continuing to hunt frantically for whoever had fired at their flagship。 One ship's trace was entirely gone…at least one Russian ship had been sunk or crippled。 Explosions rippled through the water； punctuated by the screeing sound of homing torpedoes。 All were close enough to be a matter of real concern。
〃Shooting observation。 Up scope！〃
The search periscope slid upward。 McCafferty caught it low and swept the horizon。 〃I…Jesus！〃 The TV monitor showed a Bear only half a mile to their right； heading north for the formation。 He could see seven ships； mainly mast tops； but one Sovremenny…class destroyer was hull…down； perhaps four miles away。 The smoke he'd seen before was gone。 The water resounded with the noise of Russian sonars。
〃Raise the radar； power…up； and stand by。〃
A petty officer pushed the button to raise the submarine's surface…search radar； activated the system； but kept it in standby mode。
〃Energize and give me two sweeps；〃 the captain ordered。 There was a real danger here。 The Soviets would almost certainly detect the submarine's radar and try to attack it。
The radar was on for a total of twelve seconds。 It 〃painted〃 a total of twenty…six targets on the screen； two of them close together about where he would have expected Kirov to be。 The radar operator read off ranges and bearing； which were entered into the Mk…117 fire…control director and relayed to the Harpoon missiles in the torpedo tubes； giving them bearing to target and the range at which to switch on their seeker…heads。 The weapons officer checked his status lights； then selected the two most promising targets for the missiles。
〃Set！〃
〃Flood tubes。〃 McCafferty watched the weapons…panel operator go through the launch sequence。 〃Opening outer doors。〃
〃Solution checked and valid；〃 the weapons officer said calmly。 〃Firing sequence： two； one； three。〃
〃Shoot！〃 McCafferty ordered。
〃Fire two。〃 The submarine shuddered as the powerful impulse of high…pressure air ejected the weapon from the tube； followed by the whoosh of water entering the void。 〃Fire one 。 。 。 fire three。 Two； one； and three fired； sir。 Torpedo tube doors are shut； pumping out to reload。〃
〃Reload with Mark…48s。 Prepare to fire Tomahawks！〃 McCafferty said。 The fire…control men switched the attack director over to activate the bow…mounted missiles。
〃Up scope！〃 The quartermaster spun the control wheel。 McCafferty let it e all the way up。 He could see the smoke trail of the last Harpoon； and right behind it 。 。 。 McCafferty slapped the periscope handles up and stepped back。 〃Helix heading in！ Take her down； all ahead flank！〃 The submarine raced downward。 A Soviet antisub helicopter had seen the missile launch and was racing in at them。 〃Left full rudder。〃
〃Left full rudder； aye！〃
〃Passing through one hundred feet。 Speed fifteen knots；〃 the XO reported。
〃There he is；〃 McCafferty said。 The pings from the helicopter's active sonar reverberated through the hull。 〃Reverse your rudder。 Shoot off a noisemaker。〃 The captain ordered his submarine back to an easterly course and reduced speed as they dropped through the layer。 With luck the Soviets would mistake the noisemaker for the cavitation noises of the submarine and attack it as Chicago drew clear。
〃Conn； sonar； we have a destroyer heading in； bearing three…three…nine。 Sounds like a Sovremenny…torpedo in the water aft。 We have one torpedo in the water bearing two…six…five。〃
〃Right twenty degrees rudder。 All ahead two…thirds。 e to new course one…seven…five。〃
〃Conn； sonar； new contact； twin screws； just started with a low…frequency sonar； probably a Udaloy； blade count says twenty…five knots； bearing three…five…one and constant。 Torpedo bearing changing； heading aft and fading。〃
〃Very well。〃 McCafferty nodded。 〃The helicopter dropped on the noisemaker。 We don't have to sweat that one。 All ahead one…third； make your depth one thousand feet。〃
The Sovremenny he didn't worry too greatly about； but the Udaloy was another thing entirely。 The new Soviet destroyer carried a low…frequency sonar that could penetrate the layer under certain conditions； plus two helicopters and a long…range rocket…boosted torpedo weapon that was better than the American ASROC。
Ba…wah！ The sound of a low…frequency sonar。 It had hit them on the first shot。 Would it report Chicago's position to the Udaloy？ Or would the submarine's rubber coating prevent it？
〃Target bearing three…five…one。 Blade count is down； indicates speed of ten knots；〃 sonar reported。
〃Okay； he's slowed to search for us。 Sonar； how strong was that ping？〃
〃Low edge of detection range； sir。 Probably did not get a return off us。 Contact is maneuvering； bearing now three…five…three。 Continuing to ping； but his sonar is search…lighting west…to…east away from us。 Another helo is pinging； sir； bearing zero…nine…eight。 This one's below the layer； but fairly weak。〃
〃XO； take us west。 We'll try to loop around them to seaward and approach their amphibs from the west。〃 McCafferty returned to the sonar room。 He was tempted to engage the Udaloy； but could not launch a torpedo this deep without using a dangerously high amount of his reserve high…pressure air。 Besides； his job was to kill the mand ships； not the escorts。 His fire…control team set up a solution anyway in case killing the Russian destroyer became a necessity。
〃God； what a mess；〃 the chief breathed。 〃The depth…charging up north has tapered off some。 Bearing is steadying down on these contacts here。 Either they've resumed their base course or they're heading away。 Can't tell which。 Uh…oh； more sonobuoys are dropping down。〃 The chief's finger traced the new dots； in a steady line…heading toward Chicago。 〃Next one's going to be real close； sir。〃
McCafferty stuck his head into the attack center。 〃Bring her around south； and go to two…thirds。〃
The next sonobuoy splashed into the water directly overhead。 Its cable deployed the transducer below the layer and began automatic pinging。
〃They got us for sure； skipper！'
McCafferty ordered a course change to the west and again increased to full speed to clear the area。 Three minutes later a torpedo dropped into the water； either dropped by the Bear or fired from the Udaloy； they couldn't tell。 The torpedo started searching for them from a mile off and turned away。 Again their rubber anechoic coating had saved them。 A helo's dipping sonar was detected ahead of them。 McCafferty went south to avoid it； knowing that he was being driven away from the Soviet fleet； but unable to do much about it at the moment。 A pair of helicopters was now after him； and for a submarine to defeat two dipping sonars was no simple exercise。 It was clear that their mission was not so much to find him as to drive him off； and he could not maneuver fast enough to get past them。 After two hours of trying； he broke off for the last time。 The Soviet force had moved beyond sonar range； their last reported course being southeast toward Andoya。
McCafferty swore to himself He'd done everything right； gotten through the outer Soviet defenses； and had had a clear idea of how to duck under the destroyer screen。 But someone had gotten there first； probably attacked Kirov…his target！…and messed everything up for his approach。 His three Harpoons had probably found targets unless Ivan had shot them down…but he'd been unable even to monitor their impacts。 If they had made impacts。 The captain of USS Chicago wrote up his contact report for transmission to SUBLANT and wondered why things were going the way they were。
STORNOWAY； SCOTLAND
〃A long way to go；〃 the fighter pilot said。
〃Yeah；〃 Toland agreed。 〃Our last report had the group heading southeast to evade a submarine attack。 We figure they're back to a southerly course now； but we don't know where they are。 The Norwegians sent their last RF…5 in to look； and it disappeared。 We have to hit them before they get to Bodo。 To hit them； we need to know where they are。〃
〃No satellite intel？〃
〃Nope。〃
〃Okay。 I go in with the reconnaissance pod； out and back 。 。 。 four hours。 I'll need a tanker to top me off about three hundred miles out。〃
〃No problem；〃 the RAF group captain agreed。 〃Do be careful； we need all your Tomcats to escort the strike tomorrow。〃
〃I'll be ready in an hour。〃 The pilot left。
〃Wish you luck； old boy；〃 the group captain said quietly。 This was the third attempt to locate the Soviet invasion force by air。 After the Norwegian reconnaissance aircraft had disappeared； the Brits had tried with a Jaguar。 That； too； had vanished。 The most obvious solution was to send a Hawkeye with the strike to conduct a radar search； but the Brits weren't letting the E…2s stray too far from their shore。 The U。K。 radar stations had taken a fearful pounding； and the Hawkeyes were needed for local defense。
〃It's not supposed to be this hard；〃 Toland observed。 Here was a golden opportunity to pound the Soviet fleet。 Once located； they could strike the force at dawn tomorrow。 The NATO aircraft would swoop in with their own air…to…surface missiles。 But the extreme range of the mission gave no time for the strike force to loiter around looking。 They had to have a target location before they took off。 The Norwegians were supposed to have handled this； but NATO plans had not anticipated the virtual annihilation of the Royal Norwegian Air Force in a week's time。 The Soviets had enjoyed their only major tactical successes at sea； and they were successes indeed； Toland thought。 While the land war in Germany was heading toward a high…technology stalemate； up to now the vaunted NATO navies had been outmaneuvered and outthought by their supposed dullard So