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〃Sounds　good　to　me；〃　Simms　agreed。
〃And　somebody　else　launches　his　own　torpedo　attack。　Screwed　everything　up。　We　lofted　three　Harpoons；　but　a　helo　saw　us　do　it；　and；　bingo！　we　had　the　bastards　all　over　us。〃　McCafferty　pulled　open　the　door　to　the　Officers　Club。　〃I　need　a　drink！〃
〃Hell；　yes！〃　Simms　laughed。　〃Everything　looks　better　after　a　few　beers。　Hey；　that　sort　of　thing　happens。　Luck　changes；　Danny。〃　Simms　leaned　over　the　bar。　〃Two　strong　ones。〃
〃As　you　say；　mander。〃　A　white…coated　steward　drew　two　mugs　of　warm；　dark　beer。　Simms　picked　up　the　bill　and　led　his　friend　to　a　corner　booth。　There　was　some　sort　of　small　party　going　on　at　the　far　end　of　the　room。
〃Danny；　for　crying　out　loud；　let　up　on　yourself。　Not　your　fault　that　Ivan　didn't　send　you　any　targets；　is　it？〃
McCafferty　took　a　long　pull　on　his　mug。　Two　miles　away　Chicago　was　reprovisioning。　They'd　be　in　port　for　two　days。　Boston　and　another　688…class　sub　were　tied　to　the　same　quay；　with　another　pair　due　in　later　today。
They　were　to　be　outfitted　for　a　special　mission；　but　they　didn't　yet　know　what　it　was。　In　the　meantime；　the　officers　and　crewmen　were　using　their　modicum　of　free　time　to　breathe　fresh　air　and　unwind。　〃You're　right；　Todd；　right　as　ever。〃
〃Good。　Have　some　pretzels。　Looks　like　quite　a　shindig　over　there。　How　about　we　wander　over？〃　Simms　lifted　his　beer　and　walked　to　the　end　of　the　room。
They　found　a　gathering　of　submarine　officers；　which　was　not　a　surprise；　but　the　center　of　attention　was。　He　was　a　Norwegian　captain；　a　blond　man　of　about　thirty　who　clearly　hadn't　been　sober　for　several　hours。　As　soon　as　he　drained　one　jar　of　beer；　a　Royal　Navy　mander　handed　him　another。
〃I　must　find　the　man　who　save　us！〃　the　Norwegian　insisted　loudly　and　drunkenly。
〃What　gives？〃　Simms　asked。　Introductions　were　exchanged。　The　Royal　Navy　officer　was　captain　of　HMS　Oberon。
〃This　is　the　chappie　who　blasted　Kirov　all　the　way　back　to　Murmansk；〃　he　said。　〃He　tells　the　story　about　every　ten　minutes。　About　time　for　him　to　begin　again。〃
〃Son　of　a　bitch；〃　McCafferty　said。　This　was　the　guy　who　had　sunk　his　target！　Sure　enough；　the　Norwegian　began　speaking　again。
〃We　make　our　approach　slowly。　They　e　right〃…he　belched…〃to　us；　and　we　creep　very　slow。　I　put　periscope　up；　and　there　he　is！　Four　thousand　meters；　twenty　knots；　he　will　pass　within　five　hundred　meters　starboard。〃　The　beer　mug　swept　toward　the　floor。　〃Down　periscope！　Arne…where　are　you；　Arne？　Oh；　is　drunk　at　table。　Arne　is　weapons　officer。　He　set　to　fire　four　torpedoes。　Type　thirty…seven；　American　torpedoes。〃　He　gestured　at　the　two　American　officers　who　had　just　joined　the　crowd。
Four　Mark…37s！　McCafferty　winced　at　the　thought。　That　could　ruin　your　whole　day。
〃Kirov　is　very　close　now。　Up　periscope！　Course　same；　speed　same；　distance　now　two　thousand　meters…I　shoot！　One！　Two！　Three！　Four！　Reload　and　dive　deep。〃
〃You're　the　guy　who　ruined　my　approach！〃　McCafferty　shouted。
The　Norwegian　almost　appeared　sober　for　a　moment。　〃Who　are　you？〃
〃Dan　McCafferty；　USS　Chicago。
〃You　were　there？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃You　shoot　missiles？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Hero！〃　The　Norwegian　submarine　mander　ran　to　McCafferty；　almost　knocking　him　down　as　he　wrapped　the　American　in　a　crushing　bear　hug。　〃You　save　my　men！　You　save　my　ship！〃
〃What　the　hell　is　this？〃　Simms　asked。
〃Oh；　introductions；〃　said　a　Royal　Navy　captain。　〃Captain　Bjorn　Johannsen　of　His　Norwegian　Majesty's　submarine　Kobben。　Captain　Daniel　McCafferty　of　USS　Chicago。〃
〃After　we　shoot　Kirov；　they　e　around　us　like　wolves。　Kirov　blow　up…〃
〃Four　fish？　I　believe　it；〃　Simms　agreed。
〃Russians　e　to　us　with　cruiser；　two　destroyers；〃　Johannsen　continued；　now　quite　sober。　〃We；　ah；　evade；　go　deep；　but　they　find　us　and　fire　their　RBU　rockets…many；　many　rockets。　Most　far；　some　close。　We　reload　and　I　shoot　at　cruiser。〃
〃You　hit　her？〃
〃One　hit；　hurt　but　not　sink。　This　take；　I　am　not　sure；　ten　minutes；　fifteen。　It　was　very　busy　time；　yes？〃
〃Me；　too。　We　came　in　fast；　flipped　on　the　radar。　There　were　three　ships　where　we　thought　Kirov　was。〃
〃Kirov　was　sunk…blow　up！　What　you　see　was　cruiser　and　two　destroyers。　Then　you　shoot　missiles；　yes？〃　Johannsen's　eyes　sparkled。
〃Three　Harpoons。　A　Helix　saw　the　launch　and　came　after　us。　We　evaded；　never　did　know　if　the　missiles　hit　anything。〃
〃Hit？　Hah！　Let　me　tell　you。〃　Johannsen　gestured。　〃We　dead；　battery　down。　We　have　damage　now；　cannot　run。　We　already　evade　four　torpedoes；　but　they　have　us　now。　Sonar　have　us。　Destroyer　fire　RBU　at　us。　First　three　miss；　but　they　have　us。　Then…Boom！　Boom！　Boom！　Many　more。　Destroyer　blow　up。　Other　hit；　but　not　sink；　I　think。
〃We　escape。〃　Johannsen　hugged　McCafferty　again；　and　both　spilled　their　beer　on　the　floor。　The　American　had　never　seen　a　Norwegian　display　this　much　emotion；　even　around　his　wife。　〃My　crew　alive　because　of　you；　Chicago！　I　buy　you　drink。　I　buy　all　your　men　drink。〃
〃You　are　sure　we　killed　that　tin　can？〃
〃You　not　kill；〃　Johannsen　said。　〃My　ship　dead；　my　men　dead；　I　dead。　You　kill。〃　A　destroyer　wasn't　exactly　as　good　as　sinking　a　nuclear…powered　battle　cruiser；　McCafferty　told　himself；　but　it　was　a　whole　lot　better　than　nothing；　too。　And　a　piece　of　another；　he　reminded　himself。　And　who　knows；　maybe　that　one　sank　on　the　way　home。
〃Not　too　shabby；　Dan；〃　Simms　observed。
〃Some　people；〃　said　the　skipper　of　HMS　Oberon；　〃have　all　the　bloody　luck！〃
〃You　know；　Todd；〃　said　the　manding　officer　of　USS　Chicago；　〃this　is　pretty　good　beer。〃

USS　PHARRIS
There　were　only　two　bodies　to　bury。　Another　fourteen　men　were　missing　and　presumed　dead；　but　for　all　that；　Morris　counted　himself　fortunate。　Twenty　sailors　were　injured　to　one　extent　or　another。　Clarke's　broken　forearm；　a　number　of　broken　ankles　from　the　shock　of　the　torpedo　impact；　and　a　half…dozen　bad　scaldings　from　ruptured　steam　pipes。　That　didn't　count　minor　cuts　from　flying　glass。
Morris　read　through　the　ceremony　in　the　manual；　his　voice　emotionless　as　he　went　through　the　words　about　the　sure　and　certain　hope　of　how　the　sea　will　one　day　give　up　her　dead　。　。　。　On　mand　the　seamen　tilted　up　the　mess　tables。　The　bodies　wrapped　in　plastic　bags　and　weighted　with　steel　slid　out　from　under　the　flags；　dropping　straight　into　the　water。　It　was　ten　thousand　feet　deep　here；　a　long　last　trip　for　his　executive　officer　and　a　third…class　gunner's　mate　from　Detroit。　The　rifle　salute　followed；　but　not　taps。　There　was　no　one　aboard　who　could　play　a　trumpet；　and　the　tape　recorder　was　broken。　Morris　closed　the　book。
〃Secure　and　carry　on。〃
The　flags　were　folded　properly　and　taken　to　the　sail　locker。　The　mess　tables　were　carried　below　and　the　stanchions　were　replaced　to　support　the　lifelines。　And　USS　Pharris　was　still　only　half　a　ship；　fit　only　to　be　broken　up　for　scrap；　Morris　knew。
The　tug　Papago　was　pulling　her　backwards　at　just　more　than　four　knots。　Three　days　to　shore。　They　were　heading　toward　Boston；　the　closest　port；　rather　than　a　naval　base。　The　reason　was　clear　enough。　Repairs　would　take　over　a　year　and　the　Navy　didn't　want　to　clutter　up　one　of　its　own　repair　facilities　with　something　that　would　take　that　long。　Only　those　ships　that　could　be　repaired　for　useful　war　service　would　get　rapid　attention。
Even　his　continued　mand　of　Pharris　was　a　joke。　The　tug　had　a　reserve　crew；　many　of　them　salvage　experts　in　civilian　life。　Three　of　them　were　aboard　to　keep　an　eye　on　the　towing　cable　and　〃advise〃　Morris　on　the　things　he　had　to　do。　Their　pieces　of　advice　were　really　orders；　but　polite　ones。
There　were　plenty　of　things　to　keep　his　crew　busy。　The　forward　bulkheads　required　constant　watching　and　attention。　Repairs　were　under　way　to　the　engine　plant。　Only　one　boiler　was　working；　providing　steam　to　turn　the　turbogenerators　and　provide　electrical　power。　The　second　boiler　needed　at　least　another　day　of　work。　His　main　air…search　radar；　they　said；　would　be　working　in　four　hours。　The　satellite　antenna　was　just　back　on　line　also。　By　the　time　they　reached　port…if　they　reached　port…everything　aboard　that　his　crew　could　fix　would　be　fixed。　That　didn't　really　matter；　but　a　busy　crew；　the　Navy　has　always　said；　is　a　happy　crew。　In　practical　terms　it　meant　that　the　crewmen；　unlike　their　captain；　did　not　have　time　to　brood　on　what　mistakes　had　been　made；　the　lives　that　had　been　lost　because　of　them；　and　who　had　made　them。
Morris　went　to　the　bat　Information　Center。　The　tactical　crew　was　rerunning　the　tape　and　paper　record　of　the　encounter　with　the　Victor；　trying　to　find　what　had　happened。
〃I　don't　know。〃　The　sonar　operator　shrugged。　〃Maybe　it　was　two　subs；　not　just　one。　I　mean；　here　he　is；　right？　This　bright　trail　here…then　a　couple　minutes　later　the　active　sonar　picked　him　up　over　here。〃
〃Only　one　sub；〃　Morris　said。　〃Getting　from　here　to　there　is　about　a　four…minute　run　at　twenty…five　knots。〃
〃But　we　didn't　hear　him；　sir；　an'　it　don't　show　on　the　screen。　Besides；　he　was　heading　the　other　way　when　we　lost　him。〃　The　sonarman　rewound　the　tape　to　run　it　a　again。
〃Yeah。〃　Morris　went　back　to　the　bridge；　playing　it　over　again　in　his　mind。　He　had　the　entire　sequence　memorized　now。　He　walked　out　on　the　bridge　wing。　The　spray　shields　were　still　perforated；　and　there　was　a　faint　bloodstain　where　the　XO　had　died。　Someone　would　be　painting　over　that　today。　Chief　Clarke　had　all　kinds　of　work　gangs　going。　Morris　fit　a　cigarette　and　stared　at　the　horizon。

REYDARVATH；　ICELAND
The　helicopter　was　the　last　warning　they　needed。　Edwards　and　his　party　were　heading　northeast。　They　passed　through　an　area　of　many　small　lakes；　crossed　a　gravel　road　after　waiting　an　hour　to　see　what　the　traffic　there　was　like…none…and　began　to　traverse　a　series　of　marshes。　By　this　time　Edwards　was　thoroughly　confused　by　the　terrain。　The　mixture　of　bare　rock；　grassy　meadows；　lava　fields；　and　now　a　freshwater　marsh　made　him　wonder　if　Iceland　might　not　be　the　place　where　God　had　put　everything　that　had　been　left　over　after　the　world　was　built。　Evidently　He'd　made　just　the　right　amount　of　trees；　though；　because　there　were　none　here；　and　their　best　cover　was　the　knee…high　grass　that　sprouted　from　the　water。　It　must　be　hardy　grass；　Edwards　thought；　since　this　marsh　had　been　frozen　not　too　long　ago。　It　was　still　cold；　and　within　minutes　of　entering　the　marshes　everyone's　legs　ached　with　it。　They　endured　the　misery。　The　alternative　was　to　travel　on　bare　and　sli