International Waters, East of Norfolk, Virginia
Commander Rymes stared blankly over the deck of the Prometheus. The sea was choppy. White-capped green mounds slapped against the hull with relentless effort. He was nervous about his new command. When Fulton had recruited him, Rymes was given the barest of details. He was to navigate the oil tanker to a certain set of coordinates just northeast of the Suez Canal and await the transmission of double blind launch codes. Neither he nor the technician who transmitted the codes would know the missiles" targets.
Fulton had told him the encoded launch codes would be transmitted a few moments before the launch. Rymes would then translate the message into another code that only the missiles could decipher. Until they received the transmission, he a
