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SEA OF SHADOWS 213<br />

There was nothing wrong with the <strong>com</strong>munication circuit.<br />

He tapped a fingertip on the glass display screen <strong>of</strong> the CDRT. Why<br />

hadn’t sonar reported anything yet?<br />

Ten more minutes passed, and Ensign Cooper keyed his mike again.<br />

“Sonar—USWE, report all contacts.”<br />

The Sonar Supervisor’s reply came a few seconds later. “USWE—<br />

Sonar, my tracks are as follows: Ingraham, designated Friendly Surface<br />

Zero One, bears three-one-five. Benfold, designated Friendly Surface Zero<br />

Two, bears two-one-seven. Antietam, designated Friendly Surface Zero<br />

Three, bears zero-niner-four. Sonar holds negative passive or active<br />

POSS-SUB contacts at this time.”<br />

The ensign chewed on this for a few minutes. Could the subs have<br />

slipped by them already? Were the Sonar Technicians searching in the<br />

right place? He keyed the mike again. “Ah … Sonar—USWE, your<br />

Threat Axis is two-eight-zero. Your <strong>Sea</strong>rch Sector is two-five-zero to<br />

three-one-zero.”<br />

The Sonar Supervisor’s voice carried a note <strong>of</strong> annoyance. “Sonar<br />

copies, sir. I promise you, if we get anything, you’ll be the first to know.”<br />

“USWE, aye.” Ensign Cooper let his finger <strong>of</strong>f the mike button. He<br />

was getting his first glimpse <strong>of</strong> real Undersea Warfare, and it was a<br />

waiting game. Hours, maybe days <strong>of</strong> searching between contacts, most <strong>of</strong><br />

which would ultimately turn out to be biologics or distant shipping traffic.<br />

The Tactical Action Officer keyed his mike. “USWE—TAO. Now do<br />

you understand why we call it U-S-W?”<br />

“Sir?”<br />

The TAO chuckled. “It stands for Unbelievably … Slooooooow …<br />

Warfare …”<br />

Ensign Cooper smiled wanly. “USWE, aye.”<br />

“Roger that,” the Sonar Supervisor said over the net. “Do you know<br />

the definition <strong>of</strong> USW, sir?”<br />

Cooper said, “I know the definition that’s in the book, Sonar. What’s<br />

your version?”<br />

“Six months <strong>of</strong> boredom, followed by thirty seconds <strong>of</strong> sheer terror.”<br />

Although no one could see him, Ensign Cooper nodded. “Point taken,<br />

gentlemen. I’ll try to be patient. But if you get anything …”<br />

“You have my word, sir,” the Sonar Supervisor said. “We won’t keep<br />

it a secret.”

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