CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
USS Halibut – Shelikhov Gulf
A Whiskey submarine is old even when it has just been built. It’s based on a World War II German submarine model that even the Germans had stopped building. It’s noisy, its sonar sucks, and its only good to 600 feet. Having said that, it’s still a formidable foe. It has six torpedo tubes, and it shoots the same smart fish as Ivan’s nukes. The obvious trick is not to let one find you in the first place.
Well, we had had one in our sights, but we had lost him. And now we were the prey. Fortunately, for him to hear us, he had to be well inside our detection circle on him – unless he shut down completely.
“Skipper,” I said, turning around to look at him relaxing in his chair, “this is one smart Russian. He assumes we’re out here, but he doesn
