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SEA OF SHADOWS 117<br />

“The Brits detected them by going active,” Andy said. “Maybe we<br />

need to drop some active buoys.”<br />

“Not my first choice,” George said. “As soon as we start pinging, those<br />

subs are going to run like scalded dogs. If they split up, we’ll never catch<br />

them all.”<br />

Shari stared out the window at the Mediterranean. The water was still<br />

just as blue as it had been before, but now her eyes accused the waves <strong>of</strong><br />

concealing the location <strong>of</strong> her enemies. “It’s not like we’re having a hell<br />

<strong>of</strong> a lot <strong>of</strong> luck catching them now,” she said.<br />

Andy looked up from the TDD. “The numbers are clean. We dropped<br />

those buoys right on top <strong>of</strong> the ES cross-fix.”<br />

George said, “Maybe the cross-fix was wrong. Who says the AEW<br />

guys can’t screw the pooch once in a while?”<br />

“Maybe,” Shari said, “but they’re never going to admit it. Let’s set up<br />

a rack <strong>of</strong> active buoys and try this again.”<br />

“Yes ma’am,” George said, but his voice didn’t sound very confident.<br />

Shari pretended not to notice. “Shoot me some waypoints.”<br />

Active buoy number 9 was going into the water when George said,<br />

“Abraham Lincoln’s AEW is about thirty miles out. They’re still picking<br />

up Kelvin Hughes I-band radars in our Op-Area.”<br />

“Where the hell are they?” Shari asked.<br />

“Just a second,” George said. “I’m getting the cross-fix now.”<br />

Shari waited without speaking; the only sound in the cockpit was the<br />

drone <strong>of</strong> the engines.<br />

After what seemed like an hour, but was—in reality—probably more<br />

like five minutes, the accordion door at the rear <strong>of</strong> the cockpit slid open.<br />

George stepped into the cockpit and stood in the narrow strip <strong>of</strong> floor<br />

space between the pilot and copilot chairs. His disconnected <strong>com</strong>m-set<br />

was down around his neck, the cord draped around his shoulders. “Ah,<br />

boss?”<br />

Shari looked up. George never came up to the flight deck to deliver<br />

good news. “I’m not going to like this, am I?” she asked.<br />

“Afraid not, boss. We plotted the cross-fixes on those I-band radars<br />

we’ve been chasing. They fall right on top <strong>of</strong> those two yachts in the<br />

middle <strong>of</strong> our Briar Patch.”<br />

“That’s nuts,” Shari said. “Go out to AEW and get them to check their<br />

ES gear.”

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