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immediately after it docked,” Admiral Cunningham continued.
“ I just conducted a funeral service a few weeks ago over at Arlington for the Alaska’s skipper and some of his crew,” the President grumbled. “This seems like more than a coincidence. Are you saying that a bunch of kids just made off with the most powerful weapon in my arsenal?”
“ I’m not saying that at all,” replied the Admiral. “We can’t get through to them via radio so we don’t know what’s going on inside or who’s in charge. I’m worried that Admiral Connery and those kids just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time when this theft took place.”
“ I’m losing patience with you, Admiral!” The President yelled into the phone. “The sub doesn’t drive by itself. We’re facing the largest threat to national security since the Cuban missile crisis and you’ve basically got nothing for me. Please tell me you have the situation in hand and the submarine is contained in the canal.”
“ Actually, sir, the Alaska just made it through the Hood Canal Bridge,” Admiral Cunningham’s voice trembled.
“ You’re relieved of duty.” The President slammed down the phone. “Get me the Joint Chiefs; I’m headed to the Situation Room.”
Chapter 5 > The Chase
Hood Canal, Washington
The Alaska made its way out of the Hood Canal and entered the Strait of Juan de Fuca. A large and deep body of water, this gave the submarine more room to maneuver.
“Helm, come left to bearing two-seven-zero,” Admiral Connery ordered. “We’re headed west to the Pacific to find my son and your dads.”
“Coming left to bearing two-seven-zero, helm aye,” replied Annie.
“Have we left all the trouble behind us, Granddad?” Caroline asked.
“Caroline, I have a feeling that most of our troubles lie ahead.” The Admiral put his arms around his granddaughter. “Envisioning the completed mission, relying on your training, following a plan, and maintaining a positive mental attitude are the keys to success for a sailor.”
“How do I envision a completed mission if I haven’t completed it yet?” Mike asked. “Just close your eyes and see yourself with your father after you’ve rescued him,” replied the Admiral. “Never let go of that vision.”
Seattle, Washington
Word of what was happening on the Olympic Peninsula was spreading fast. Two news helicopters lifted off from the rooftops of towers in downtown Seattle and made their way across the Puget Sound.
The White House
“Mr. President, now that the Alaska has made it to the open waters of the Strait, I think our best option is to take it out before it can dive into the Pacific beyond our reach,” said an Air Force General, as the other Joint Chiefs entered the room.
“General, don’t you have even the slightest concern over the repercussions of blowing up a sub containing 24 ICBMs plus a nuclear reactor?” the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs asked. “At best, we could have an ecological nightmare that would make the BP oil spill in the Gulf look like spilled milk! At worst, we could have an atomic explosion in US waters.”
“Mr. Chairman, I understand your concerns, but we’ve got to find a way to stop this thing,” the President said urgently. “It’s not moving very fast, but it’s made of some amazingly tough steel and we can’t get inside of it to take control.”
“What if we used a low-yield, laser-guided bomb and targeted just the bow of the sub?” a four-star Admiral spoke-up.
“The sonar dome?” asked the President.
“That’s right, Mr. President,” the Admiral replied. “We could deploy a SEAL team in a combat rubber raiding craft that could paint the sonar dome with a laser. One of our fighter-bombers could target just that part of the sub, away from the reactor and the nukes.”
“I’m listening.” The President leaned forward across the table.
“The Alaska would slowly flood from the front and begin to sink
“ I just conducted a funeral service a few weeks ago over at Arlington for the Alaska’s skipper and some of his crew,” the President grumbled. “This seems like more than a coincidence. Are you saying that a bunch of kids just made off with the most powerful weapon in my arsenal?”
“ I’m not saying that at all,” replied the Admiral. “We can’t get through to them via radio so we don’t know what’s going on inside or who’s in charge. I’m worried that Admiral Connery and those kids just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time when this theft took place.”
“ I’m losing patience with you, Admiral!” The President yelled into the phone. “The sub doesn’t drive by itself. We’re facing the largest threat to national security since the Cuban missile crisis and you’ve basically got nothing for me. Please tell me you have the situation in hand and the submarine is contained in the canal.”
“ Actually, sir, the Alaska just made it through the Hood Canal Bridge,” Admiral Cunningham’s voice trembled.
“ You’re relieved of duty.” The President slammed down the phone. “Get me the Joint Chiefs; I’m headed to the Situation Room.”
Chapter 5 > The Chase
Hood Canal, Washington
The Alaska made its way out of the Hood Canal and entered the Strait of Juan de Fuca. A large and deep body of water, this gave the submarine more room to maneuver.
“Helm, come left to bearing two-seven-zero,” Admiral Connery ordered. “We’re headed west to the Pacific to find my son and your dads.”
“Coming left to bearing two-seven-zero, helm aye,” replied Annie.
“Have we left all the trouble behind us, Granddad?” Caroline asked.
“Caroline, I have a feeling that most of our troubles lie ahead.” The Admiral put his arms around his granddaughter. “Envisioning the completed mission, relying on your training, following a plan, and maintaining a positive mental attitude are the keys to success for a sailor.”
“How do I envision a completed mission if I haven’t completed it yet?” Mike asked. “Just close your eyes and see yourself with your father after you’ve rescued him,” replied the Admiral. “Never let go of that vision.”
Seattle, Washington
Word of what was happening on the Olympic Peninsula was spreading fast. Two news helicopters lifted off from the rooftops of towers in downtown Seattle and made their way across the Puget Sound.
The White House
“Mr. President, now that the Alaska has made it to the open waters of the Strait, I think our best option is to take it out before it can dive into the Pacific beyond our reach,” said an Air Force General, as the other Joint Chiefs entered the room.
“General, don’t you have even the slightest concern over the repercussions of blowing up a sub containing 24 ICBMs plus a nuclear reactor?” the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs asked. “At best, we could have an ecological nightmare that would make the BP oil spill in the Gulf look like spilled milk! At worst, we could have an atomic explosion in US waters.”
“Mr. Chairman, I understand your concerns, but we’ve got to find a way to stop this thing,” the President said urgently. “It’s not moving very fast, but it’s made of some amazingly tough steel and we can’t get inside of it to take control.”
“What if we used a low-yield, laser-guided bomb and targeted just the bow of the sub?” a four-star Admiral spoke-up.
“The sonar dome?” asked the President.
“That’s right, Mr. President,” the Admiral replied. “We could deploy a SEAL team in a combat rubber raiding craft that could paint the sonar dome with a laser. One of our fighter-bombers could target just that part of the sub, away from the reactor and the nukes.”
“I’m listening.” The President leaned forward across the table.
“The Alaska would slowly flood from the front and begin to sink
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