"We are picking up the power plant noises of the HMS
"Thank you. Weapons, give me a status report, please." The first officer bowed his head and closed his eyes as he listened to the reports.
"Torpedo tubes one through ten loaded with standard Mark eighty-nines. Standard war shot with delayed sonar activation; their computers are active in the tubes and tracking. Vertical tubes ten through fifteen are hot with type-forty Vengeance cruise missiles, and outer doors are ready at your discretion."
"Very well. Diving officer, make your depth three hundred; slow speed to five knots."
"Aye, chief of the boat, slow to five knots; make your attack depth three hundred."
The command was relayed to the helmsman and planesman sitting in airlinelike pilot seats. They wore strange-looking helmets that covered their entire heads as they watched their virtual-reality displays that were invisible to all others, followed their orders, and made their speed and depth adjustments.
"Goddamn it, they're attacking two different convoys," Niles said, stepping forward.
Farbeaux quickly grabbed Niles by the arm and stayed him.
"Mr. Director, if they are forced to shoot you, a stray bullet may very well strike me, and that just would not do."
Niles closed his eyes and nodded, getting Farbeaux's meaning and intent. He was placing the others in jeopardy, and Henri pointed that fact out using his dry wit. Sarah nodded once in thanks, and Farbeaux looked at her intently.
"Officer of the deck, we are at station. IP is achieved."
"Thank you, helm. Weapons, you are free to launch forward tubes one through ten. Give me a full spread and let me know when the weapons have achieved station keeping."
"Aye." The weapons officer turned a key in his large console and then pushed the brightly illuminated buttons lining its top, one at a time, until they were all green.
Lee, Farbeaux, Virginia, and Lee all noticed that when it came to the launching of weapons, the crew of
"Tubes one through ten are empty, and torpedoes are free of the boat. All are traveling hot, straight, and normal." The weapons officer watched the large hologram in front of him. The small torpedoes (at least compared to the size of
"Thank you, Mr. Hunter. You have permission to fire vertical tubes. You are weapons-free." The first officer lowered his head, brought his right hand to his chin, and waited. When the weapons officer reported all tubes and weapons were launched, the first officer chanced a look into the gallery fifty feet above the control center. He looked at each accusing face in the semidarkness above him, then just as quickly looked away.
They all watched the hologram at the center console as five missiles lifted away from her hull just forward of the conning tower. They traveled up and out of the water, which was represented by a soft green, wavy surface. Then, three hundred feet into the air, the five cruise missiles turned and headed east.
"Mr. Hunter, you have the conn. I'll be in my cabin."
"Aye, sir, I have the conn. Navigation, set your course to three-two-zero. Let's take her to the ice."
Niles took a deep breath and looked at the senator.
"Whoever they are, we just learned that they are entirely capable of doing what they threatened to do, and that means a very slow and very painful strangulation for the world."
The others turned and followed Niles out of the observation gallery, never knowing that eyes were on them from the deep recesses of the balcony overlooking both the gallery and the control center.
The captain of
THE WHITE HOUSE,
WASHINGTON, D.C.
