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tc.redstormrising-第19部分
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ar only; and under the captain's orders; sonar had not told the fire…control party what they were tracking。 For the time being; every surface contact was being treated as a hostile warship。
〃Range three…five hundred yards;〃 the executive officer reported。 〃Bearing one…four…two; speed eighteen knots; course two…six…one。〃
〃Up scope!〃 McCafferty ordered。 The attack periscope slid up from its well on the starboard side of the pedestal。 A quartermaster's mate got behind the instrument; dropped the handles in place; and trained it to the proper bearing。 The captain sighted the crosshairs on the target's bow。
〃Bearing…mark!〃
The quartermaster squeezed the button on the 〃pickle;〃 transmitting the bearing to the MK…117 fire…control puter。
〃Angle on the bow; starboard twenty。〃
The fire…control technician punched the data into the puter。 The microchips rapidly puted distances and angles。
〃Solution set。 Ready for tubes three and four!〃
〃Okay。〃 McCafferty stepped back from the periscope and looked over at the exec。 〃You want to see what we killed?〃
〃Damn!〃 The executive officer laughed and lowered the periscope。 〃Move over; Otto Kretchmer!〃
McCafferty picked up the microphone; which went to speakers throughout the submarine。 〃This is the captain speaking。 We just pleted the tracking exercise。 For anyone who's interested; the ship we just 'killed' is the Universe Ireland; three hundred forty thousand tons' worth of ultra…large crude…carrier。 That is all。〃 He put the mike back in its cradle。
〃XO; critique?〃
〃It was too easy; skipper;〃 the executive officer said。 〃His speed and course were constant。 We might have shaved four or five minutes on the target…motion analysis right after we acquired him; but we were looking for a zigzag instead of a constant course。 For my money; it's better to proceed like that on a slow target。 I'd say we have things going pretty well。〃
McCafferty nodded agreement。 A high…speed target like a destroyer might well head directly for them。 The slow ones would probably be altering course constantly under wartime conditions。 〃We're getting there。〃 The captain looked over to his fire…control party。 〃That was well done。 Let's keep it that way。〃 The next time; McCafferty thought; he'd arrange for sonar not to report a target until it got really close。 Then he'd see how fast his men could handle a snapshot engagement。 Until then he decided on a strenuous series of puter…simulated engagement drills。
NORFOLK; VIRGINIA
〃Those are batteries。 Okay; it's confirmed。〃 Lowe handed over the satellite photographs。 A number of trucks were visible; and though most had their loadbeds covered by canvas; the loadbeds of three were exposed to the high…flying satellite。 What he saw were the bathtub…shapes of oversized battery cells; and gangs of seamen manhandling them across a pier。
〃How old are these shots?〃 Toland asked。
〃Eighteen hours。〃
〃Would have been useful this morning;〃 the younger man grumped。 〃Looks like three Tangos nested together。 These are ten…ton trucks。 I count nine of them。 I checked around; each individual battery cell weighs two hundred eighteen kilograms empty…〃
〃Ouch。 How many to fill up a sub?〃
〃A lot!〃 Toland grinned。 〃We don't know that; exactly。 I found four different estimates; with a thirty…percent spread。 It probably differs from ship to ship anyway。 The more you build of a design; the more you're tempted to fool around with it。 That's what we do。〃 Toland looked up。 〃We need more access to these。〃
〃Already taken care of。 From here on we're on the distribution list for all shots of naval sites。 What do you think of the activity for the surface ships?〃
Toland shrugged。 The photographs showed perhaps a dozen surface batants; ranging from cruisers to corvettes。 The decks of all were littered with cables and crates; a large number of men was visible。 〃You can't tell much from this。 No cranes; so nothing massive was being onloaded; but cranes can move; too。 That's the problem with ships。 Everything you need to know about is under cover。 All we can tell from these photos is that they're tied alongside。 Anything else is pure supposition。 Even with the subs; we're inferring that they're loading batteries aboard。〃
〃e on; Bob;〃 Lowe snorted。
〃Think about it; Chuck;〃 Toland replied。 〃They know what our satellites are for; right? They know what their orbital paths are; and they know when they will be at any given point in space。 If they really want to fake us out; how hard is it? If your mission was to fake out satellites; and you knew when they came; you think you might play games with the other guy's head? We depend too much on these things。 They're useful as hell; sure; but they have their limitations。 It'd be nice to get some human intelligence on this。〃
POLYARNYY; R。S。F。S。R。
〃There's just something weird about watching a guy pour cement into a ship;〃 Flynn observed on the ride back to Murmansk。 No one had ever told him about ballast。
〃Ah; but it can be a beautiful thing!〃 exclaimed their escort; a junior captain in the Soviet Navy。 〃Now if only your navies can do the same!〃
The small press group that had been allowed to stand on a pier and watch the neutralization of the first two Yankee…class fleet ballistic missile submarines was being carefully managed; Flynn and Calloway noted。 They were being driven around in groups of two and three; each group with a naval officer and a driver。 Hardly unexpected; of course。 Both men were amazed that they were being allowed onto so sensitive a base at all。
〃A pity that your president did not allow a team of American officers to observe this;〃 the escort went on。
〃Yeah; I have to agree with you there; Captain;〃 Flynn nodded。 It would have made a much better story。 As it was; a Swede and an Indian officer; neither a submariner; had gotten a closer look at what the reporters called the 〃cement ceremony;〃 and reported somberly afterward that; yes; cement had been poured into each missile launch tube on the two submarines。 Flynn had timed the length of each pour; and would do some checking when he got back。 What was the volume of a missile tube? How much cement to fill it? How long to pour the cement? 〃Even so; Captain; you must agree that the American response to your country's negotiating position has been extremely positive。〃
Through all this; William Calloway kept his peace and stared out the car's window。 He'd covered the Falkland Islands War for his wire service; and spent a lot of time with the Royal Navy; both afloat and in naval shipyards watching preparations for sending the Queen's fleet south。 They were now passing by the piers and work areas for a number of surface warships。 Something was wrong here; but he couldn't quite pin it down。 What Flynn did not know was that his colleague often worked informally for the British Secret Intelligence Service。 Never in a sensitive capacity…the man was a correspondent; not a spy…but like most reporters he was a shrewd; observant man; careful to note things that editors would never allow to clutter up a story。 He didn't even know who the station chief in Moscow was; but he could report on this to a friend in Her Majesty's embassy。 The data would find its way to the right person。
〃So what does our English friend think of Soviet shipyards?〃 the captain inquired with a broad smile。
〃Far more modem than ours;〃 Calloway replied。 〃And I gather you don't have dockyard unions; Captain?〃
The officer laughed。 〃We have no need for unions in the Soviet Union。 Here the workers already own everything。〃 That was the standard Party line; both reporters noted。 Of course。
〃Are you a submarine officer?〃 the Englishman inquired。
〃No!〃 the captain exclaimed。 A hearty laugh。 Russians are big on laughs when they want to be; Flynn thought。 〃I e from the steppes。 I like blue sky and broad horizons。 I have great respect for my rades on submarines; but I have no wish to join them。〃
〃My feelings exactly; Captain;〃 Calloway agreed。 〃We elderly Brits like our parks and gardens。 What sort of sailor are you?〃
〃I have shore assignment now; but my last ship was Leonid Brezhnev; icebreaker。 We do some survey work; and also make a way for merchant ships along the Arctic Coast to the Pacific。〃
〃That must be a demanding job;〃 Calloway said。 〃And a dangerous one。〃 Keep talking; old boy 。 。 。
〃It demands caution; yes; but we Russians are accustomed to cold and ice。 It is a proud task to aid the economic growth of your country。〃
〃I could never be a sailor;〃 Calloway went on。 He saw a curious look in Flynn's eyes: The hell you couldn't 。 。 。 〃Too much work; even when you're in port。 Like now。 Are your shipyards always this busy?〃
〃Ah; this is not busy;〃 the captain said without much thought。
The man from Reuters nodded。 The ships were cluttered; but there was not that much obvious activity。 Not so many people moving about。 Many cranes were still。 Trucks were parked。 But the surface warships and auxiliaries were cluttered as if 。 。 。 He checked his watch。 Three…thirty in the afternoon。 The workday was hardly over。 〃A great day for East…West detente;〃 he said to cover his feelings。 〃A great story for Pat and me to tell our readers。〃
〃This is good。〃 The captain smiled again。 〃It is time we had real peace。〃
The correspondents were back in Mosc
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