CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
USS Halibut – On the Sea Floor, Shelikhov Gulf
We decided to put Ski in the water for this one. Not because he was best able to do the job, but because we still owed him a dive – sort of. Anyway, Ham and I agreed to put him out there.
I had Bobby and Devon scouring a 500-foot arc to find anything that we could use to disable the Whiskey. That’s right. You see, we had a problem. We were anchored to the bottom. We had gotten there silently, but there was no way we could leave silently. The Whiskey was only 500 feet away. He would be able to hear any sound we made – any sound at all. There was absolutely nothing to prevent him from shooting one of the six torpedoes I was certain were permanently loaded in his tubes.
The Whiskey had no reason to leave until he absolutely
