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I've been in action groups with the CIA, the DIA, even the NRO.

But, Admiral, this is a first.

Well, sir, I admit it's a bit unusual, but for better or worse, Jag's on point.

Have we met before, Commander Turner?

I don't think so, sir. I'm certain I don't remember.

Lieutenant Singer, would you please bring Vice Admiral Holt up to speed on

we know?

It would be a pleasure, sir.

At 0033 this morning, the al -Qaeda terrorist known as Kabir crossed the

from Afghanistan to Iran.

Terrorists do that every day. I assume this one is special.

Indeed he is, sir.

His brother, Mustafa Atif, was the terrorist convicted at the tribunal.

Before he committed suicide, he said Kabir would launch another attack on us.

Any indication where?

Lieutenant? Not precisely, sir. But we do know that he was in Russia a week ago

trying to recruit Russian submarine captains.

He may have been successful.

The CIA reports that a submarine captain named Mikhail Yuristov and some of his

crew are missing. Yuristov.

Yuristov. I know the name.

Very likely, sir.

He's a legend in the Russian submarine service.

He commanded the only stuff to ever lose our trailing attack boats. Now I

remember why you seem familiar.

It was one of our sonar officers you could never shake, Lieutenant Sturgis

Turner. I did have some luck with him, Admiral.

A submarine could attack any of our American coastal cities, our fleet in

Med, Arabian Sea, hell, it could be anywhere. Lieutenant, I want satellite

imagery to confirm placement of all Russian submarines and give us coverage

the Gulf and Arabian Sea.

Aye, aye, sir.

This Kabir got out of Afghanistan and into Russia.

Why would he go back just to cross over into Iran a week later?

I have two officers in Afghanistan investigating that question right now,

You have no more? Yes.

I'm Lieutenant Colonel McKenzie. This is Commander Rad.

You're investigating Kabir, yes?

Yeah, what can you tell us about him? According to the locals, he stayed here

only one night. He came in one truck and left in a different one. He hired a man

from the village to drive the first truck over the border and then back to

Qarqoon for him. What's his name?

Farik. Farik Mohammed.

Kabir said to Farik, if he fails, Kabir kills his family.

Did Farik ever return to Karqoum? I have no idea. Where is Karqoum?

Karqoum is near to the border with Uzbekistan, but you do not want to go

Why not?

The road to the village? Very bad.

Two tribes at war. Each man carries a gun, fighting, killing every day.

Your special forces is calling it Wild Wild West.

Then we should feel right at home.

There was collateral damage from a recent airstrike in Gosney that had

very upset.

Captain Johnson wants a JAG assessment.

Okay, arrange for transport, Petty Officer.

Already have, sir. Say the word and we're gone.

There's nothing out here.

It's the right road. I just double -checked it.

Sounded like AK -47 fire.

Sure did.

I think we're clear. Are you okay? Yeah, are you?

Yeah.

You know that?

Diesel fuel.

Yeah. They must have hit the tank.

There's a pad kit in the back. I think I can fix it.

You know there are more mines than people in Afghanistan, sir?

Well, this road's been cleared, Jen. Just stay on it and you'll be fine.

Don't worry, Lieutenant.

I wouldn't leave it for a cold beer, sir.

This looks like our man. Sir, I'm Lieutenant Bud Roberts, United States

What's the problem? The problem is all that rubble used to be school.

The only school the children had for 150 kilometers.

And this is part of what caused all this destruction.

Sir, no 3 -7 -8 -4 -9 -0 -1 -2. This is a part of a J -dam.

Sir, they could have found that anywhere.

Does it really matter, Jen?

Sir, the Navy will rebuild your school.

I promise.

No, Mr. Webb.

Come, have a seat.

Well, your ambassador said you were anxious to see me, but you needn't have

brought me a gift. I know how much you like cigars.

Ah, Cuban Cuevas.

My favorite.

Did you know that too, Mr. Webb?

Not that, and more.

How much more?

You like the summer in Antibes. Have only one wife, but two mistresses.

And you're not really in the army.

Your ISI, Pakistani intelligence.

Mr. Webb. And a double agent for Iran.

You bring me a gift, and then you insult me.

You're either very arrogant or very foolish.

Perhaps both.

What do you want?

For starters, you can tell me what the Iranians sold al -Qaeda for $250

I have no idea.

Another gift.

It's a copy of a wire transfer for $250 million from your office to the Iranian

Defense Ministry.

I know nothing of this so -called wired transfer.

I think you do.

Mr. Webb, I believe this interview is over.

Thank you for the cigars.

Now who's being arrogant and foolish?

Good day, Mr. Webb.

Is the bug working?

Ahmad Hakim has quite a temper.

But we are still in business.

Has he taken the bait, Wally?

Not yet, sir.

He will.

All ports in Conus and overseas have been placed on high alert.

Any Russian subs on account of Thor?

No, sir, but there is an anomaly in the data from Iran.

This is the infrared imagery of the port of Bandir Bas in Iran. The Iranians

have purchased four diesel subs from the Russians in port.

The second sub is the Najd Bayi.

She's slightly wider in diameter than the other three, but what is really

interesting is that she's colder than the others.

What does that tell you, Lieutenant?

I'm not sure, sir.

And neither are the analysts at NEMA.

or Central Math and Office, but I have a theory.

You have a theory when professional analysts don't?

Yes, sir.

Finding a discrepancy and coming up with a theory is bread and butter for

lawyers.

Let's hear it.

Commander, if you park your car outside in the sun, it gets hot, right through

the dashboard to the seats. Would the same thing happen to a submarine?

If it were out long enough, what are you getting at, Lieutenant?

If the core of the submarine were removed, it would be colder, wouldn't

Are you trying to tell us the middle fell out of that submarine, Lieutenant?

She's saying the middle was the sub, sir.

Exactly. The Najva 'i specs are identical to the other three subs,

slightly wider and colder than the others. I believe the Iranians built a

shell around the Najva 'i. At an appointed time, she's submerged,

from the shell.

It's not kind of poor without anyone the wiser.

The question is, where is she now?

She's in the Persian Gulf, sir.

Why not the Med or heading for the States?

Not even Captain Yurisov could sneak her through the Suez Canal, Admiral.

She's a diesel and she's an old one. I doubt they'll try to cross the Pacific

circumnavigate Africa.

No, sir.

She's in the Gulf and she's heading for our battle group in the Arabian Sea.

Then we'll nail her. If we can find her in time.

She's a diesel and they're quieter than a nuclear thug.

And if Captain Yaroslav is at the helm, it won't be easy, sir.

Ahead, one quarter set course for Arabian Sea.

Your rules was successful, Captain.

Harm?

Ever thought about how you want to go?

No. Look, this thing is fixed. Let's pack up and get out of here, huh? I want

die like Butch Cassidy in Sundance Kid.

Oh, yeah?

Well, which one am I going to be then?

Butch, of course.

Well, that's true. He was the brains of the operation.

Yeah, but Sundance was the shooter that everyone was afraid of.

That's how I want to go. In a blaze of glory against impossible odds.

Come on, Mac. Enough of this morbid subject.

There was something really important at stake.

Mac, it's enough.

Come on, hon. Play along.

All right.

What about after?

You know, when you're dead. You choose cremation.

They shove your body in a furnace and bake you.

You know what burns first?

You got me, hon.

Your hair.

Then your skin crackles and boils.

When the marrow and the bones boil. What?

The bows actually explode.

Stop it.

This is the Seahawk carrier battle group in the North Arabian Sea.

What's that group's submarine?

The Watertown, sir. Los Angeles class. Commander John Flagler is the skipper.

You don't need to check your notes.

They're up here, sir.

Alert the Takamo aircraft to flash the Watertown and get the Seahawk on the

phone. Let them know that they may have a diesel sneaking up on them with

Russia's most skilled skipper in command.

With your permission, Admiral, I'd like to volunteer for TAD aboard the

Watertown. Commander, as much as I respect your service as a submariner,

Commander Flagler is perfectly capable.

And I don't mean to imply that he isn't, sir, only that I am Alec Baldwin.

Excuse me?

The Hunt for Red October movie, sir.

Captain Yuristov is Sean Connery, and I am Alec Baldwin, sir. I need to be

aboard that boat.

Well, no matter how sophisticated a summary is, just a tool, a tool is only

good as the talent behind it.

Commander Turner does have a proven talent against Captain Eurostop.

Looks like you're on your way to the Arabian Sea, Commander.

Video officer, see if you can expedite the Sporn Claims Act request for new

funds for a school in Gosney. With pleasure, sir.

Hi, honey.

Hi, bud. I can't decide what color sofas to put in the new house. I think blue

or maybe yellow. What do you think?

I had a great dream. I was pushing little AJ on a swing.

You just changed the subject without even hearing me out.

Sorry, I just wanted to tell you about my dream.

Lieutenant Simms?

Yes, sir.

Lieutenant, the captain wants you on the bridge ASAP.

We may have a hostile submarine inbound, Lieutenant, and our current rules of

engagement for submarines make me nervous.

You think you can figure a way to help me out?

Do my best, Captain.

Just do it quickly, Lieutenant.

Aye, aye, sir.

All ships have acknowledged an alert, sir.

ASW procedures are in effect.

All right, well, like so, COVID to 30 knots, insinuate. Aye, sir.

30 knots, insinuate. 30 knots, insinuate. Aye, sir.

Uh,

yeah.

Gentlemen, Commander Turner has arrived at the water tower.

Commander Turner, I'm well aware of your exploits in tracking the untrackable

Captain Urestoff.

We acquired him half an hour after we received the alert from the Takamo.

Had to let him go in order to pick you up.

Sorry, Skipper, I'm sure you'll reacquire him shortly.

Commander Turner, my XO, Lieutenant Wick, and our sonar, Chief Grisham.

Lieutenant? Chief?

Looks like you already got him again, Chief.

Yes, sir.

And without any help.

Well, with all due respect to the Chief's abilities, your stuff may want

his battles.

And why would he want that, Commander?

He keeps a dossier on all our submarine commanders.

Believe me, Skipper, he's been studying your moves.

How does he know that I'm here?

Newspapers in San Diego routinely cover changes of command and battle group

deployments. This guy was in Russia subscribing to a San Diego newspaper.

You better believe it.

He'll assume you'll be looking for him, and he'll be studying just how to lose

you when it suits him.

Making you the wild card that he doesn't expect.

That's the idea.

I have a strange headache.

Getting too old for this kind of work, Commander.

What are you, Captain?

You were born to it.

No one is born to breathe recycled air in tin box under ocean.

No, this is our revenge.

Revenge for what, Captain?

My wife was a major in the KGB.

She was found in West Berlin with bullet in her head.

38 caliber.

I know full well the CIA killed my wife.

Now my government tells me

The Americans are my friends.

That all is forgiven.

But no, all is not forgiven.

I want my revenge.

So we both shall have our revenge.

Yes, sir, we believe the submarine to have hostile intent. However, until it

acts, it's a vessel of a sovereign nation with every right to diverse

international waters.

What do you propose?

Sir, under the guidelines specified on my papers, I recommend that we declare a

cordon sanitaire around the Seahawk battle group. I propose authorizing the

Seahawk, the authority, to engage any non -allied submarine entering the

declared exclusion zone.

Admiral, my office has thoroughly examined Lieutenant Roberts'

and they've been chopped through Fifth Fleet and CENTCOM. We support his

to the existing rules of engagement.

Very well. I'll recommend them to the Secretary of Defense and the Joint

of Staff.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Thank you, sir.

What did you think, Jen?

You were great, sir.

Your proposed amendment covering submarine ROEs was well received, but

look pleased.

I'm just tired.

If you need an ear, sir, I have two of them.

You know, I'm in the middle of a war here, and all Harriet can talk about is

sofa color.

When a woman builds a nest, she wants to share those decisions with the man she

loves. So, forgive me for saying so, sir, but you might want to start caring

about the color of the sofa, sir.

A little.

You drove all night.

Why didn't you wake me to do a shift?

No big deal. I was on a roll.

Well, let me take over now.

I'm fine.

Stop. Pull over right now, Commander.

Or what?

Or we'll prove that you're a hopeless control freak.

Looks like the

vehicle we're after.

Moving in.

Biological weapon?

Maybe.

It looks like the guy we're after. Yes, it does.

You know, Mac, this could also be radiation poisoning.

Do you see that?

I look like the truck driver, Farid.

We've got to get a medical evaluation team in here immediately.

I didn't realize we could already be exposed.

Lieutenant Roberts, reporting as ordered, sir.

At ease, Lieutenant.

Your new rules of engagement have been approved. I'd like you to brief the XO.

Aye, sir.

Our first step is to determine the submarine's kill range. We then

moving buffer zone around the Seahawk. We broadcast our intents on all the

appropriate frequencies.

If the sub enters the zone, we document the incursion and sink it.

Are they certain it's a Russian diesel skipper?

Naval intelligence was specific.

Range on those torpedoes, seven to eight miles. Ten mile buffer zone ought to do

its trick, sir. Very well.

Inform the water town.

Aye, aye, sir.

Stay with him, Chief.

I could fly on Vegemite, sir.

Vegemite? Spend some time in Australia, sir.

It's this, uh, like jam they got down there.

Tastes like diesel fuel till you get used to it. We received a flash from the

Takamo. Amended rules of engagement.

If the Najva gets within 10 miles of the carrier group, we're ordered to sink

her. If he holds his speed and heading, that will be in just under 10 hours.

We're wasting time moving so slow.

We should launch now.

Better to waste time than waste lives.

Time is more important.

Are you in a hurry to reap revenge or to die, Kabir?

If we launch the missile now, the water town will sink us for sure.

It's finally taken to bait.

Hakeem is talking to the deputy defense minister in Iran.

Warning him.

That we're onto them?

Yes.

The 250 million was for one of the old Russian diesels the Iranians have.

So what's wrong? The Navy already assumed that.

It's been retrofitted for a Russian SS -25 cruise missile.

We didn't know that.

They've confirmed radiation poisoning.

Doc wants us back on the Seahawk for testing.

I just spoke with the RATCON team. They did a thorough search and survey.

There's minimal residual radiation.

The human body doesn't retain high levels, so... The clothes do, but

been removed.

Exactly. So it's unlikely you leave unexploded.

Minimal residual means that whatever did this is gone.

The question is, where did it come from? Where did it go?

What are you doing, Han?

Han?

What are you thinking?

You know what these victims all have in common, Meg?

They're Chechen.

Remember Commander Aiken?

The murder you and Sturgis investigated back in Washington.

He was killed by a Chechen.

His confession led us to a boat filled with 30 kilos of weapons -grade uranium.

We caught it before it sailed from Russia, but what if we didn't get all of

It was smuggled here to Afghanistan. These Chechens guarded it.

Kabir, Gunny said that he and a truck escaped into Iran.

Could have been a truck with uranium.

Unshielded uranium.

Which means that Kabir was exposed for quite some time.

Misha and Yuri are dead, Captain.

What happened?

I don't know, sir. We had men die in the caves that were aborted the same way.

It is some new American weapon.

What kind of American weapon?

I do not know, Captain, but they have it in their youth. That is why time is

critical. The longer we take to complete our mission, the more men will die.

Yuri was my weapons officer.

I will man the weapons, Captain.

We should keep this from the crew as not to alarm them.

You are not a submariner, Kabir.

In here, news travels before it happens.

I found them, sir.

I don't believe other men are aware.

Take them to the freezer.

Yes, sir.

Kabir, if I knew how this American weapon works, maybe I can put in some

countermeasures.

I do not know.

Gentlemen, I have bad news and worse news.

Then why the hell are you smiling?

I didn't realize I was, sir.

Bad first.

The CIA believes the Najd Bayi was refitted with an SF -25 cruise missile.

That missile has a range of 180 miles.

The Seahawk's buffer zone was based on torpedoes. Yes, sir.

Woefully inadequate.

If that's the bad news, what could be worse?

Commander Rapp and Colonel McKenzie have reported from Afghanistan that they

believe Kabir took waste -grade uranium into Iran.

If he put a dirty nuke on that cruise missile, it could spread.

Lethal radiation for miles when it detonates. Hell, they don't even have to

score a direct hit.

What is wrong, Zensei?

I'm fine.

Range to target?

354 kilometers.

Have you found my thermocline yet?

Yes, sir. At 45 meters.

You're directly below it.

Good.

If the water town is in our bathhouses, I believe she is, it is time to give her

the prize.

A head full, 13 knots.

Now.

She's coming at skipper increasing speed to 10 12 13 not now. I had 1 3rd

all had 1 3rd eye Let's pull rather maximum down angle

yes, only really yeah, yeah, but my little girl is Active

donor mr.. Seltzer talk to us now

He's diving sir

And the sonar just went active.

What the hell is he up to?

Skipper, I'd advise you to back off here.

Axel, anything on the chart?

Depth, 125 to 150 fathoms. Unobstructed bottom, sir.

Helm, maximum down angle. Stay in his baffles.

Diving, aye, sir.

He's leading you into a trap, Skipper. Commander, he doesn't even know we're

here. He's assuming we're here. I know him, Skipper.

You're going to pull something.

Level the boat at 235 meters.

Stand by for 20 knots.

Captain,

we're closing in on something.

300 meters.

250.

Very good, Mr. Nelson.

230. Stand by for emergency blow.

Fold up rudder.

Maximum up angle. Stand by.

200.

Stand by.

Instruction. Head ahead.

300 yards, sir. Emergency blow. Hard right rudder. Max rise on the plane.

Emergency blow. Hard right rudder. Max rise on the plane.

1 -0 -0, sir.

We cleared it by five yards, Skipper.

That wreck wasn't on the chart, Skipper.

Captain Uristar spent 30 years making his own chart. He knew it was there.

He used it to lose us.

Okay. Alec Baldwin, you got anything up your sleeve, now's the time.

He turned to port.

I searched that quadrant. Why to port?

Because in that emergency, Skipper, you turned to starboard.

And I'd be willing to bet you'd do it every time.

Skipper! We just received a flash message.

The submarine is carrying a cruise missile with a dirty nuke warhead.

Watertown still have her? No, sir. She eluded them ten minutes ago. She's about

200 miles out with a bearing of 270.

Flashing permission to sink her as soon as you reacquire it. Down battle

stations and commence nuclear protection countermeasures.

Aye, aye, sir.

General Porter, General Porter.

All hands, manned battle station.

Set condition alpha.

and circle William throughout the ship.

General Porter.

Captain, request permission to stay on the bridge.

Permission granted.

XO, double our ASW aircraft in the air. Maybe we can give the water town a

little help.

All right, sir. And signal the rest of the group to scatter at full speed until

they're at least 10 miles from us.

The skippers are not going to like that, sir. No, but they'll do it. Have every

ship in the battle group go active and sonify the area and give me the

squadron's missile X -scores.

All right, sir.

Excuse me, sir, Missile X? Our Tomcat and Hornet squadrons have Missile X

competitions every year. They try to shoot down incoming missiles traveling

nearly as fast as they are.

Does that work, sir?

Sometimes.

Lieutenant Commander Chinese has the highest Missile X scores of all the

squadrons here.

So get him in the air.

However, the all -time record holder is just clear sickbay.

Rab? He holds the record for the Seahawks.

He's never been beaten.

Lieutenant Commander Childress flies lead and takes the shot.

Rab's his wingman.

Aye, aye, sir.

Captain.

Captain.

Get these men to sickbay. The hell are the Americans using on us?

Are they dropping sonar, boy?

All ahead, full.

Twenty degrees down on the bow.

Take us back to the tanker.

Yes, sir.

See how the ASW helos are honored, Captain.

I'll be doing the water.

Captain. Deploy noisemaker.

No breakup, sir.

I think they torpedoed acoustic decoys.

You can bet on it.

He's sitting on the bottom.

All right, let's see who can draw the fat.

Fifteen degrees down on the plains, ahead two -thirds.

Fifteen degrees down, ahead two -thirds. Aye. Chief, go to active.

Ping in. Aye, sir.

Launch him.

I am taking you back to Iran for medical treatment.

We will kill Americans another day. There will be no other day.

We're all dead men.

You know what is killing us?

The cruise missile.

I've packed the warhead with unshielded uranium, and we've all received the

lethal dose by now.

Feed me, Salvatore.

We got nothing on the bottom except that tanker, sir.

That's what Yaroslav knew you'd get. He's there.

Weps, this is the skipper.

Give me a firing solution on the tanker. Stand by to fire a spread of four

torpedoes.

Do you rather kill me or kill Americans?

You were right, Commander.

We've got a target separated from the wreck, rising fast and increasing speed.

Webb, this is the Skipper. Get me a firing solution on the new target, two

torpedoes. Aye, aye, sir.

Captain, they've opened the outer doors.

They're going to shoot.

We have to reach at least 50 meters to launch the cruise missile.

Skipper, Webb, I have a firing solution.

Fire.

Skipper? All we can hear now is break up, but I swear she got off a shot just

we nailed her.

The explosion must have detonated the torpedo.

Wait, wait, Chief. Could it have been a missile?

I wasn't thinking missile.

Not from a diesel, but... Yes, sir. It could have been a torpedo -launched

cruise missile.

My God.

XO, blast the Seahawk. Aye, aye, sir.

Shooter in flight, we have a target bearing 149 at range 30 miles.

Speed 400 knots.

Shooter 1, roger.

Intercept course plotted and on your screen, sir.

Got it. Tally hope.

Missile closing. Range 2 -5 miles.

Should I clear the flight deck and take nuclear protection steps, sir?

Negative, XO. Too much radiation.

If they don't take it out, at least 10 miles from us, above or below decks,

we're all dead.

We've got no joy, Shooter 1. Have you acquired the target?

Negative, Shooter 2. No joy.

I need acquisition.

Lock on that missile. I'm trying, sir.

Range, 2 -0 miles.

Tally -ho. Missile ahead.

I've got a lock.

It's too late, sir. It's only 8 miles from the carrier.

Shooter 1, hold fire.

Hold fire.

Shooter 1, it'll acquire me and I'll lead it away.

It won't work. It's GPS targeted.

It has to switch the radar to hit a moving target like the Seahawk. It's our

only hope, Shooter 1. It's too close to the carrier now.

Give it a go, Shooter 2.

It's a dirty nuke, sir. It could just be set to blow up at targeted coordinates.

Can't be, Lieutenant.

That would ruin our day.

Why haven't they shut it down?

Shooter 2 has acquired the missile, and it's locked onto him. It's following.

Range, two miles.

One mile.

Passing port side.

Roger, CIC.

Missile is departing the area.

That's a proximity sensor. It's going to blow.

We'll make it, shooter one.

We're five miles from the carrier.

I can light it up, but it's still risky.

It could run out of fuel any time now.

Bogey, flame it out.

Let's hope it doesn't blow an impact.

Send the Seahawk to coordinate us where the missile flamed out. Radcon, we'll

need to recover that warhead.

I think I've had enough adrenaline for one day.

How about you, sir?

I was just getting warmed up.

Let's take it home.

Excuse me, sir. Do you have a second?

Come on in.

Thought you'd gone home, Lieutenant.

Just headed that way, sir.

Is that a look of concern?

Just having a little anxiety, sir.

I haven't slept in a couple of days.

Your husband's in a war zone.

Yes, sir, but he's on an aircraft carrier in the middle of the sea.

This is just silly.

I'll get over it.

Thank you, sir.

Lieutenant.

Yes, sir.

In case you don't get over it.

Call me anytime.

Thank you, sir.

It's nice of them to invite us to groundbreaking, sir.

Well, we did give them money for a new school.

Which we blew up.

Accidentally.

Oh, my God.

Aren't there mines out there? Maybe they've cleared them, sir.

Go get someone from the village.

Hey! Hey, little buddy!

Hey!

Oh, no, no, don't, don't move.

It's okay.

No, no.

Don't move, buddy. Hey, up here.

Hey, buddy, buddy, up here. Hey, look at me. Look at me.

Hey, hey, it's okay.

It's going to be okay.

No, don't, don't move.

It's okay. No, no, no. Don't move, buddy. No, no, don't move.