tc.redstormrising-第39章

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n；　and　maybe　make　that　easier。〃　Edwards　hadn't　thought　this　out　until　a　few　moments　before　he　said　it。　Would　they　try　to　take　Iceland　back？　Would　they　be　able　to　try？　What　else　was　going　wrong　all　over　the　friggin'　world？　Did　any　of　this　make　sense？　He　decided　it　didn't　have　to　make　sense。　One　thing　at　a　time；　he　told　himself。　He　for　damned　sure　didn't　want　to　be　a　prisoner　of　the　Russians；　and　maybe　if　they　could　radio　some　information　in　they　could　get　even　for　what　had　happened　to　Keflavik。
Edwards　started　up　the　car　and　drove　east　up　Highway　41。　Where　to　ditch　the　car？　There　was　a　shopping　center　at　Hafnarfjordur　。　。　。　and　Iceland's　only　Kentucky　Fried　Chicken　outlet。　What　better　place　to　ditch　a　car　than　that？　The　young　lieutenant　smiled　in　spite　of　himself　They　were　alive；　and　they　had　the　most　dangerous　weapon　known　to　man…a　radio。　He'd　work　out　the　problems　as　they　arose。　His　mission；　he　decided；　was　to　stay　alive　and　report　in。　After　they　did　that；　someone　else　could　tell　them　what　to　do。　One　thing　at　a　time；　he　repeated　to　himself；　and　pray　to　God　somebody　knows　what　the　hell　is　going　on　。

PENGUIN　8
〃Looks　like　the　fire's　under　control；〃　the　copilot　mented　sourly。
〃Yeah；　how　do　think　they　managed　that？　Shit；　that　boat　should've　gone　up　like…but　it　didn't。〃　As　they　watched；　a　second　load　of　troops　was　dispatched　on　the　four　hovercraft。　The　pilot　hadn't　thought　of　having　the　two　available　Eagle　fighters…now　heading　for　Englandshoot　them　up　instead　of　this　huge　black　ship。　Some　fucking　officer　you　are；　he　told　himself。　Penguin　8　carried　eighty　sonobuoys；　four　Mk…46　ASW　torpedoes；　and　some　other　high…technology　weapons…none　of　which　were　of　the　least　use　against　a　simple　large　target　like　this　merchie。　Unless　he　wanted　to　play　kamikaze　。　。　。　the　pilot　shook　his　head。
〃If　you　want　to　head　for　Scotland；　we　got　another　thirty　minutes　of　fuel；〃　the　flight　engineer　advised。
〃Okay；　let's　take　a　last　look　at　Keflavik。　I'm　going　up　to　six　thousand。　Oughta　keep　us　out　of　SAM　range。〃
They　were　over　the　coast　in　two　minutes。　A　Lebed　was　approaching　the　SOSUS　and　SIGINT　station　opposite　Hafnir。　They　could　just　make　out　some　movement　on　the　ground；　and　a　wisp　of　smoke　ing　from　the　building。　The　pilot　didn't　know　much　about　the　SIGINT　activities；　but　SOSUS；　the　oceanic　Sonar　Surveillance　System；　was　the　principal　means　of　detecting　targets　for　the　P…3C　Orion　crews　to　pounce　on。　This　station　covered　the　gaps　from　Greenland　to　Iceland；　and　from　Iceland　to　the　Faroe　Islands。　The　main　picketline　needed　to　keep　Russian　subs　out　of　the　trade　routes　was　about　to　go　permanently　off　the　air。　Great。
They　were　over　Keflavik　a　minute　after　that。　Seven　or　eight　aircraft　had　not　gotten　off　the　ground。　All　were　burning。　The　pilot　examined　the　runways　through　binoculars　and　was　horrified　to　see　that　it　was　uncratered。
〃Tacco；　you　got　a　Sentry　on　the　line？〃
〃You　can　talk　to　one　right　now；　Flight。　Go　right　ahead；　you　got　Sentry　Two。〃
〃Sentry　Two；　this　is　Penguin　8；　do　you　read；　over？〃
〃Roger；　Penguin　8；　this　is　the　senior　controller。　We　show　you　over　Keflavik。　What's　it　look　like？〃
〃I　count　eight　birds　on　the　ground；　all　broke　and　burning。　The　missiles　did　not；　repeat　not；　crater　the　airfield。〃
〃You　sure　about　that；　Eight？〃
〃Affirmative。　A　whole　lot　of　blast　damage；　but　I　don't　see　any　holes　in　the　ground。　The　in…close　fuel　tanks　appear　undamaged；　and　nothing　at　all　seems　to　have　hit　the　tank　farm　at　Hakotstangar。　We　left　our　friends　a　whole　shitload　of　jet　fuel　and　an　airfield。　The　base…let's　see。　Tower's　still　standing。　Lots　of　smoke　and　fire　around　Air/Ops　。　。　。　base　looks　pretty　badly　beat…up；　but　those　runways　are　sure　as　hell　usable。　Over。〃
〃How　about　the　ship　you　shot　at？〃
〃One　solid　hit；　I　eyeballed　the　missile　in；　and　two　of　your　'15s　strafed　his　ass；　but　it　ain't　enough。　She'll　probably　make　port。　I'd　guess　she'll　try　to　e　into　Reykjavik；　maybe　Hafnarfjordur；　to　unload。　She's　gotta　be　carrying　a　lot　of　stuff。　It's　a　forty…thousand…ton　ship。　She　can　make　port　in　two　or　three　hours　unless　we　can　whistle　up　something　to　take　her　out。〃
〃Don't　count　on　it。　What's　your　fuel　state？〃
〃We　gotta　head　for　Stornoway　right　now。　My　camera　guys　have　shot　pictures　of　the　area；　and　that　ship。　About　all　we　can　do。〃
〃Okay；　Penguin　8。　Go　find　yourself　a　place　to　land。　We're　leaving　in　a　few　minutes；　too。　'Luck。　Out。〃

HAFNARFJORDUR；　ICELAND
Edwards　parked　the　car　in　the　shopping　center。　There　had　been　some　people　outside　along　the　drivein；　mainly　looking　west　toward　Keflavik。　Awakened　by　the　noise　a　few　miles　away　and　wondering　what　was　happening。　Just　like　us；　Edwards　thought。　Fortunately；　there　seemed　to　be　no　one　about　right　here　yet。　He　locked　the　car　and　pocketed　the　keys　without　thinking　about　it。
〃Where　to；　Lieutenant？〃　Sergeant　Smith　asked。
〃Sergeant；　let's　straighten　a　few　things　out。　You're　the　groundpounder。　You　got　any　ideas；　I　want　to　know　about　'em；　okay？〃
〃Well；　sir；　I'd　say　we　oughta　head　straight　east　for　a　while；　to　get　away　from　the　roads；　like；　and　find　you　a　place　to　play　with　that　radio。　An'　do　it　quick。〃
Edwards　looked　around。　There　was　no　one　on　the　streets　here　yet；　but　they'd　want　to　get　into　the　back　country　before　being　noticed　by　anybody　who　might　tell　someone　about　it　afterward。　He　nodded；　and　the　sergeant　directed　a　private　to　lead　off。　They　took　off　their　helmets　and　slung　their　rifles　to　appear　as　harmless　as　possible；　each　sure　that　a　hundred　pairs　of　eyes　were　locked　on　them　from　behind　the　curtained　windows。　What　a　way　to　start　a　war；　he　thought。

MV　JULIUS　FUCIK
〃The　fires　are　out；　by　God！〃　General　Andreyev　proclaimed。　〃There　is　much　damage　to　our　equipment；　mainly　from　water；　but　the　fires　are　out！〃　His　expression　changed　when　he　saw　Kherov。
The　captain　was　ghostly　pale。　An　Army　medic　had　bandaged　his　wound；　but　there　had　to　be　internal　bleeding。　He　struggled　to　hold　himself　erect　over　the　chart　table。
〃e　right　to　zero…zero…three。〃
A　junior　officer　was　on　the　wheel。　〃Right　to　zero…zero…three；　rade　Captain。〃
〃You　must　lie　down；　my　captain；〃　Andreyev　said　softly。
〃I　must　get　my　ship　to　safe　harbor　first！〃
The　Fucik　ran　almost　due　north；　the　westerly　wind　and　sea　on　her　beam；　and　water　was　lapping　at　the　missile　wound。　His　earlier　optimism　was　fading。　Some　seams　in　the　lower　hull　had　sprung　from　the　missile　impact；　and　water　was　entering　the　lower　cargo　deck；　though　so　far　the　pumps　were　keeping　up　with　it。　There　was　twenty　thousand　tons　of　cargo　to　deliver。
〃Captain；　you　must　have　medical　attention；〃　Andreyev　persisted。
〃After　we　round　the　point。　When　we　have　the　damaged　port　side　alee；　then　I　shall　be　tended　to。　Tell　your　men　to　stay　alert。　One　more　successful　attack　could　finish　us。　And　tell　them　they　have　done　well。　I　would　be　happy　to　sail　with　them　again。〃

USS　PHARRIS
〃Sonar　contact；　possible　submarine　bearing　three…five…three；〃　the　sonarman　announced。
And　so　it　begins；　Morris　said　to　himself。　PHARRIS　was　at　general　quarters　for　the　first　leg　of　the　trip　away　from　the　U。S。　coast。　The　frigate's　tactical　towed…array　sonar　was　trailed　out　in　her　wake。　They　were　twenty　miles　north　of　the　convoy；　a　hundred　ten　miles　east　of　the　coast；　just　crossing　the　continental　shelf　line　into　truly　deep　water　at　the　Lindenkohl　Canyon。　A　perfect　place　for　a　submarine　to　hide。
〃Show　me　what　you　have；〃　the　ASW　officer　ordered。　Morris　kept　his　peace　and　just　watched　his　men　at　work。
The　sonarman　pointed　to　the　waterfall　display。　It　showed　as　a　series　of　small　digital　blocks；　numerous　shades　of　green　on　a　black　background。　Six　blocks　in　a　row　were　different　from　the　random　background　pattern。　Then　a　seventh。　The　fact　that　they　were　in　a　vertical　row　meant　that　the　noise　was　being　generated　at　a　constant　bearing　from　the　ship；　just　west　of　north。　Up　to　now；　all　they　had　was　a　direction　to　a　possible　noise　source。　They　had　no　way　of　knowing　the　distance　nor　any　of　deterrmining　if　it　were　really　a　submarine；　a　fishing　boat　with　an　overly　loud　motor；　or　simply　a　disturbance　in　the　water。　The　signal　source　did　not　repeat　for　a　minute；　then　came　back。　Then　it　disappeared　again。
Morris　and　his　ASW　officer　looked　at　the　bathythermograph　reading。　Every　two　hours　they　dropped　an　instrument　that　measured　water　temperature　as　it　fell　through　the　water；　reporting　back　by　wire　until　it　was　cut　loose　to　fall　free　to　the　bottom。　The　trace　showed　an　uneven　line。　The　water　temperature　decreased　with　depth；　but　not　in　a　uniform　way。
〃Could　be　anything；〃　the　ASW　officer　said　quietly。
〃Sure　could；〃　the　captain　agreed。　He　went　back　to　the　sonar　scope。　It　was　still　there。　The　trace　had　remained　fairly　constant　for　nine　minutes　now。
But　what　was　the　range　to　it？　Water　was　a　fine　medium　for　carrying　sound　energy；　far　more　efficient　at　it　than　air；　but　it　had　its　own　rules。　One　hundred　feet　below　the　PHARRIS　was　〃the　layer；〃　a　fairly　abrupt　change　in　water　temperature。　Like　an　angled　pane　of　glass；　it　allowed　some　sound　to　pass　through；　but　reflected　most　of　it。　Some　of　the　energy　would　be　ducted　between　layers；　retaining　its　intensity　for　an　enormous　distance。　The　signal　source　they　were　listening　to　could　be　as　close　as　five　miles　or　as　distant　as　fifty。　As　they　watched；　the　scope　trace　started　leaning　a　bit　to　the　left；　which　meant　that　they　were　pulling　east　of　it　。　。　。　or　it　was　pulling　west　of　them；　as　a　submarine　might　slide　aft　of　her　target　as　part　of　her　own　hunting　maneuver。　Morris　went　forward　to　the　plotting　table。
〃If　it's　a　target；　it's　pretty　far　off；　I　think；〃　the　quartermaster　said　quietly。　It　was　surprising　how　quiet　people　were　during　antisubmarine　warfare　exercises；　Morris　thought；　as　though　a　submarine　might　hear　their　voices。
〃Sir；〃　the　ASW　officer　said　after　a　moment。　〃With　no　perceptible　change　in　bearing；　the　contact　has　to　be　a　good　fifteen　miles　off。　That　means　it　has　to　be　a　fairly　noisy　source；　probably　too　far　to　be　an　immediate　threat。　If　it's　a　nuclear　sub；　we　can　get　a　cross…bearing　after　a　short　sprint。〃
Morris　looked　to　the　CIC's　after　bulkhead。　His　frigate　was　steaming　at　four　knots。　He　lifted　a　〃growler〃　phone。
〃Bridge；　bat。〃
〃Bridge　aye。　XO　speaking。〃
〃Joe；　let's　bend　on　twenty　knots　for　five　minutes。　See　if　we　can　get　a　cross…bearing　on　the　target　we're　working。〃
〃Aye；　skipper。〃
A　minute　later；　Morris　could　feel　the　change　in　his　ship's　motion　as　her　steam　plant　drove　the　frigate　hard　through　the　six…foot　seas。　He　waited　thoughtfully；　wishing　his　ship　had　one　of　the　more　sensitive　2X　arrays　being　fitted　to　the　Perry…class　fast…frigates。　It　was　a　predictably　long　five　minutes；　but　ASW　was　a　game　that　demanded　patience。
Power　was　reduced；　and　as　the　ship　slowed；　the　pattern　on　the　sonar　screen　changed　from　random　flow　noise　to　random　ambient　noise；　something　more　easily　perceived　than　described。　The　captain；　his　ASW　officer；　and　the　sonar　operator　watched　the　screen　intently　for　ten　minutes。　The　anomalous　sound　tracing　did　not　reappear。　In　a　peacetime　exercise　they　would　have　decided　that　it　was　a　pure　anomaly；　water…generated　noise　that　had　stopped　as　unpredictably　as　it　had　started；　perhaps　a　minor　eddy　that　subsided　on　the　surface。　But　now　everything　they　detected　had　a　potential　red　star　and　a　periscope　attached。
My　first　dilemma；　Morris　thought。　If　he　investigated　by　sending　his　own　heli