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The Sum of All Fears.pdf - Delta Force

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'Petty Officer Vincent is cleared higher than I am. Isn't that right?'<br />

'Yes, sir, Admiral's always right, sir,' the driver observed, as he headed <strong>of</strong>f<br />

towards Bangor.<br />

'You got a problem, Bart.'<br />

'How big?'<br />

'A unique problem, skipper,' Jones said, lapsing back to the time when he and<br />

Mancuso had done some interesting things aboard USS Dallas. 'It's never happened<br />

before.'<br />

Mancuso read his eyes. 'Got pictures <strong>of</strong> the kids?'<br />

Jones nodded. 'You bet. How are Mike and Dominic doing?'<br />

'Well, Mike's looking at the Air <strong>Force</strong> Academy.'<br />

'Tell him the oxygen rots your brain.'<br />

'Dominic's thinking CalTech.'<br />

'No kidding? Hell, I can help him out.'<br />

<strong>The</strong> rest <strong>of</strong> the drive occupied itself with small talk. Mancuso swept into his<br />

<strong>of</strong>fice and closed the soundpro<strong>of</strong> door behind Jones after ordering c<strong>of</strong>fee from<br />

his steward.<br />

'What's the problem, Ron?'<br />

Jones hesitated just a fraction before answering. 'I think somebody was tracking<br />

Maine.'<br />

'Track an Ohio? Come on.'<br />

'Where is she now?'<br />

'Heading back out to sea, as a matter <strong>of</strong> fact. Blue Crew is embarked. She links<br />

up with a 688 when she clears the strait for some noise checks, then clears to<br />

her patrol area.' Mancuso could discuss almost anything with Jones. His company<br />

consulted on the sonar technology for all submarines and anti-submarine<br />

platforms in the U.S. fleet, and that necessarily included a lot <strong>of</strong> operational<br />

information.<br />

'Got any Gold Crew guys on base now?'<br />

'<strong>The</strong> captain's <strong>of</strong>f on vacation. XO's here, Dutch Claggett. Know him?'<br />

'Wasn't he on the Norfolk? Black guy, right?'<br />

'That's right.'<br />

'I've heard good stuff about him. He did a nice job on a carrier group on his<br />

command quals. I was riding a P-3 when he kicked their ass.'<br />

'You heard right. He's being deep-dipped. This time next year he'll be taking<br />

command <strong>of</strong> a fast-attack.'<br />

'Who's his skipper?'<br />

'Harry Ricks. Heard <strong>of</strong> him, too?'<br />

Jones looked at the floor and muttered something. 'I got a new guy working for<br />

me, retired chief whose last tour was with Ricks. Is he as bad as I hear?'<br />

'Ricks is a super engineer,' Mancuso said. 'I mean it. He's a genius at that<br />

stuff.'<br />

'Fine, skipper, so are you, but does Ricks know how to drive?'<br />

'Want some c<strong>of</strong>fee, Ron?' Mancuso gestured at the pot.<br />

'You might want Commander Claggett here, sir.' Jones rose and got his own<br />

c<strong>of</strong>fee. 'Since when have you turned diplomat?'<br />

'Command responsibilities, Ron. I never told outsiders about the crazy stuff you

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