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tc.redstormrising-第47部分

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PENGUIN 8
The Fucik emerged at twenty knots from the smoke; a fifteen…foot hole in the ship's side。 Smoke poured from the opening; but the pilot knew at once that the damage would not be fatal。 He could see hundreds of men on the upper deck; some of them already running toward ladders to fight the fire below。
〃Where are those fighters?〃 the pilot asked。 The tactical coordinator didn't answer。 He switched his radio circuits。
〃Penguin Eight; this is Cobra One。 I got two birds。 Our missiles are all gone; but we both got a full load of twenty…mike…mike。 I can give you two passes; then we gotta bingo to Scotland。〃
〃That's a roge; Cobra Lead。 The target has some helos spooling up。 Watch out for hand…held SAMs。 I seen 'em fire about twenty of the bastards。〃
〃Roger that; Penguin。 Any further word of Keflavik?〃
〃We're gonna have to find a new home for a while。〃
〃Roger; copy。 Okay; keep clear; we're ing in from up…sun; on the deck。〃
The Orion continued to orbit three miles out。 Her pilot didn't see the fighters until they started firing。 The two Eagles were a few feet apart; perhaps twenty feet over the water as their noses sparkled with the flash from their 20mm rotary cannon。

MV JULIUS FUCIK
Nobody aboard saw them e in。 A moment later; the water around the Fucik's side turned to froth from short…failing rounds; then her main deck was hidden with dust。 A sudden orange fireball announced the explosion of one of the Russian helicopters; and burning jet fuel splattered over the bridge; narrowly missing the General and captain。
〃What was that?〃 Kherov gasped。
〃American fighters。 They came in very low。 They must only have their cannon; else they'd have bombed us already。 It is not over yet; my captain。〃
The fighters split; passing left and right of the ship; which continued to move at twenty knots in a wide circle。 No SAMs followed the Eagles away; and both turned; re…formed; and closed on the Fucik's bow。 The next target was the superstructure。 A moment later; the freighter's bridge was peppered with several hundred rounds。 Every window was blown away; and most of the bridge crew killed; but the ship's watertight integrity hadn't been damaged a whit。
Kherov surveyed the carnage。 His helmsman had been blown apart by a half…dozen exploding bullets and every man present on the bridge was dead。 It took a second for him to overe the shock and notice a crippling pain in his own abdomen; his dark jacket darkening further with blood。
〃You are hit; Captain。〃 Only the General had had the instinct to duck behind something solid。 He looked at the eight mutilated bodies in the pilothouse and wondered once again why he was so lucky。
〃I must get the ship to port。 Go aft。 Tell the first officer to continue landing operations。 You; rade General; supervise the fires topside。 We must get my ship to port。〃
〃I will send you help。〃 The General ran out the door as Kherov went to the wheel。

KEFLAVIK; ICELAND
〃Stop; hold it right here!〃 Edwards screamed。
〃What now; Lieutenant?〃 the sergeant demanded。 He stopped the jeep by the BOQ parking lot。
〃Let's get my car。 This jeep's too friggin' conspicuous。〃 The lieutenant jumped out of the jeep; pulling his car keys from his pants pocket。 The Marines just looked at each other for a moment before running after him。
His car was a ten…year…old Volvo that he'd purchased from a departing officer a few months before。 It had seen rugged service on Iceland's mainly unpaved roads; and it showed。 〃Well; get in!〃
〃Sir; what the hell are we doing; exactly?〃
〃Look; Sarge; we gotta clear the area。 What if Ivan's got helicopters? What do you suppose a jeep looks like from the air?〃
〃Oh; okay。〃 The sergeant nodded。 〃But what are we doing; sir?〃
〃We'll drive at least as far as Hafnarfjordur; ditch the car; and start walking back into the boonies。 Soon as we get to a safe place; we'll radio in。 That's a satellite radio I got。 We have to let Washington know what's happening here。 That means we gotta be able to see what Ivan's got ing in。 Our people are gonna at least try to take this rock back。 Our mission; Sergeant; is to stay alive; report in; and maybe make that easier。〃 Edwards hadn't thought this out until a few moments before he said it。 Would they try to take Iceland back? Would they be able to try? What else was going wrong all over the friggin' world? Did any of this make sense? He decided it didn't have to make sense。 One thing at a time; he told himself。 He for damned sure didn't want to be a prisoner of the Russians; and maybe if they could radio some information in they could get even for what had happened to Keflavik。
Edwards started up the car and drove east up Highway 41。 Where to ditch the car? There was a shopping center at Hafnarfjordur 。 。 。 and Iceland's only Kentucky Fried Chicken outlet。 What better place to ditch a car than that? The young lieutenant smiled in spite of himself They were alive; and they had the most dangerous weapon known to man…a radio。 He'd work out the problems as they arose。 His mission; he decided; was to stay alive and report in。 After they did that; someone else could tell them what to do。 One thing at a time; he repeated to himself; and pray to God somebody knows what the hell is going on 。

PENGUIN 8
〃Looks like the fire's under control;〃 the copilot mented sourly。
〃Yeah; how do think they managed that? Shit; that boat should've gone up like…but it didn't。〃 As they watched; a second load of troops was dispatched on the four hovercraft。 The pilot hadn't thought of having the two available Eagle fighters…now heading for Englandshoot them up instead of this huge black ship。 Some fucking officer you are; he told himself。 Penguin 8 carried eighty sonobuoys; four Mk…46 ASW torpedoes; and some other high…technology weapons…none of which were of the least use against a simple large target like this merchie。 Unless he wanted to play kamikaze 。 。 。 the pilot shook his head。
〃If you want to head for Scotland; we got another thirty minutes of fuel;〃 the flight engineer advised。
〃Okay; let's take a last look at Keflavik。 I'm going up to six thousand。 Oughta keep us out of SAM range。〃
They were over the coast in two minutes。 A Lebed was approaching the SOSUS and SIGINT station opposite Hafnir。 They could just make out some movement on the ground; and a wisp of smoke ing from the building。 The pilot didn't know much about the SIGINT activities; but SOSUS; the oceanic Sonar Surveillance System; was the principal means of detecting targets for the P…3C Orion crews to pounce on。 This station covered the gaps from Greenland to Iceland; and from Iceland to the Faroe Islands。 The main picketline needed to keep Russian subs out of the trade routes was about to go permanently off the air。 Great。
They were over Keflavik a minute after that。 Seven or eight aircraft had not gotten off the ground。 All were burning。 The pilot examined the runways through binoculars and was horrified to see that it was uncratered。
〃Tacco; you got a Sentry on the line?〃
〃You can talk to one right now; Flight。 Go right ahead; you got Sentry Two。〃
〃Sentry Two; this is Penguin 8; do you read; over?〃
〃Roger; Penguin 8; this is the senior controller。 We show you over Keflavik。 What's it look like?〃
〃I count eight birds on the ground; all broke and burning。 The missiles did not; repeat not; crater the airfield。〃
〃You sure about that; Eight?〃
〃Affirmative。 A whole lot of blast damage; but I don't see any holes in the ground。 The in…close fuel tanks appear undamaged; and nothing at all seems to have hit the tank farm at Hakotstangar。 We left our friends a whole shitload of jet fuel and an airfield。 The base…let's see。 Tower's still standing。 Lots of smoke and fire around Air/Ops 。 。 。 base looks pretty badly beat…up; but those runways are sure as hell usable。 Over。〃
〃How about the ship you shot at?〃
〃One solid hit; I eyeballed the missile in; and two of your '15s strafed his ass; but it ain't enough。 She'll probably make port。 I'd guess she'll try to e into Reykjavik; maybe Hafnarfjordur; to unload。 She's gotta be carrying a lot of stuff。 It's a forty…thousand…ton ship。 She can make port in two or three hours unless we can whistle up something to take her out。〃
〃Don't count on it。 What's your fuel state?〃
〃We gotta head for Stornoway right now。 My camera guys have shot pictures of the area; and that ship。 About all we can do。〃
〃Okay; Penguin 8。 Go find yourself a place to land。 We're leaving in a few minutes; too。 'Luck。 Out。〃

HAFNARFJORDUR; ICELAND
Edwards parked the car in the shopping center。 There had been some people outside along the drivein; mainly looking west toward Keflavik。 Awakened by the noise a few miles away and wondering what was happening。 Just like us; Edwards thought。 Fortunately; there seemed to be no one about right here yet。 He locked the car and pocketed the keys without thinking about it。
〃Where to; Lieutenant?〃 Sergeant Smith asked。
〃Sergeant; let's straighten a few things out。 You're the groundpounder。 You got any ideas; I want to know about 'em; okay?〃
〃Well; sir; I'd say we oughta head straight east for a while; to get away from the roads; like; and find you a place to play with that radio。 An' do it quick。〃
Edwards looked around。 There was no one on the streets here ye
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