combat action without any hope of support. Or something like that. Checa
faced the problem common to officers: subject to the same discomfort and
misery as his men, he was not allowed to bitch. There was no other officer to
bitch to in any case, and to do so in front of the men was bad for morale, even
though the men probably would have understood.
“Be nice to get back to Fort Stewart, sir,” First Sergeant Vega observed.
“Spread on that sunblock and catch some rays on the beach.”
“And miss all this beautiful snow and sleet, Oso?” At least the sky was
clear now.
“Roge-o, Captain. But I got my fill o’ this shit when I was a kid in Chi-
cago.” He paused, looking and listening around again. The noise-discipline
of the other Rangers was excellent, and you had to look very closely indeed
to see where the lookouts were standing.
“Ready for the walk out tonight?”
“Just NO’S our friend is wailing on the far side of that hill.”
“I’m sure he will he,” Checa lied.
“Yes, sir. 1 am, too.” If one could do it, why not two? Vega thought. “Did
all this stuff work?”
The killers in their midst were sleeping in their bags, in holes lined with
pine branches and covered with more branches for additional warmth. In
addition to guarding the pilots, the Rangers had to keep them healthy, like
watching over infants, an odd mission for elite troops, but troops of that sort
generally drew the oddest.
“So they say.” Checa looked at his watch. “We shake them loose in an-
other two hours.”
Vega nodded, hoping that his legs weren’t too stiff for the trek south.
The patrol pattern had been set in the mission briefing. The four boomers
had thirty-mile sectors, and each sector was divided into three ten-mile seg-
ments. Each boat could patrol in the center slot, leaving the north and south
slots empty for everything but weapons. The patrol patterns were left to the
judgment of individual skippers, but they worked out the same way. Penn-
sylvania was on a northerly course, trolling along at a mere five knots, just as
she’d done for her now-ended deterrence patrols carrying Trident missiles.
She was making so little noise that a whale might have come close to a colli-
sion, if it were the right time for whales in this part of the Pacific, which it
wasn’t. Behind her, at the end of a lengthy cable, was her towed-array sonar,
and the two-hour north-south cycle allowed it to trail straight out in a line,
with about ten minutes or so required for the turns at the end of the cycles to
get it straight again for maximum performance.
Pennsylvania was at six hundred feet, the ideal sonar depth given today’s
water conditions. It was just sunset up on the roof when the first trace ap-
peared on her sonar screens. It started as a series of dots, yellow on the video
screen, trickling down slowly with time, and shifting a little to the south in
bearing, but not much. Probably, the lead sonarman thought, the target had
been running on battery for the past few hours, else he would have caught
the louder signals of the diesels used to charge them, but there the contact
was, on the expected 6oh/. line. I le reported the contact data to the fire-con-
trol tracking party.
Wasn’t this something, the sonarman thought. He’d spent his entire career
in missile boats, so often tracking contacts which his submarine would ma-
neuver to avoid, even though the boomer fleet prided itself on having the
best torpedomen in the fleet. Pennsylvania carried only fifteen weapons
aboard-there was a shortage of the newest version of the ADCAP torpedo,
and it had been decided not to bother carrying anything less capable under
the circumstances. It also had three other torpedolike units, called
LEMOSSs, for Long-Endurance Mobile Submarine Simulator. The skipper,
another lifelong boomer sailor, had briefed the crc*
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