CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
USS Halibut – On the Sea Floor, Shelikhov Gulf
Ski was safe in the Can, the umbilical was coiled in the Outer Lock, and Bobby was back at full extension with the Basketball. Since Ski cut his umbilical, Sonar had been tracking some unusual activity from the Whiskey. Sonar reported the unmistakable sounds of electric motors starting up and hydraulic pumps engaging.
Suddenly a godawful screeching enveloped the Halibut. It seemed to be coming from everywhere, but Sonar said it was from the Whiskey. The monitor showed a thickening cloud around the Soviet sub’s stern. The screeching stopped, and the current swept away the cloud. Through the murk I saw the flash of the missile skin. It was partially torn loose, and in flashes I could see that it was tightly jammed in the
