Ian Slater - Choke Point

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The fight against terrorism has reached the next level — and now America will
go to war. A series of cataclysmic events is exploding around the world. Two divisions of Chinese ground troops move against a neighboring Muslim nation, while a provocation unleashes generations of pent-up violence between the mainland and Taiwan. With U.S. troops still on the ground in the Middle East and “Ganistan,” and an American president forced by rapidly unfolding events to make decisions on the fly, the most dangerous threat is the one no one sees.
For off the fog-shrouded coast of Washington State, a staggering attack will flood the Northwest with American refugees and force the bravest and the best of U.S. Special Forces under the toughest of the tough, General Douglas Freeman, into a pitched, desperate battle to find a shadow enemy — before he strikes the next terrifying blow against the United States.

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Aussie heard a commotion below. One more step up the side of the conning tower and he glimpsed the ruby-colored glow of the sub’s small control room, the body of the sub’s gunner slumped awkwardly, blocking the hatch. Seeing a bald head below the dead gunner, and arms desperately tugging at the gunner’s feet, trying to clear the hatch, Aussie fired a burst down the hatch well, the man’s head exploding. Then he lit the first fuse and dropped it, the reverberation of the LOSHOK’s explosion so severe that it momentarily stunned Aussie, though he was still outside the conning tower and unable to hear anything.

The charge, he realized, must have either bounced off the body-stoppered hatch or the open hatch cover itself. He’d have to heave himself up, drop down into the conning tower, and clear the body. But one glance into the smoke-choked hatch — the LOSHOK fumes rising up, stinging his eyes, throat, and nose, told him another burst was unnecessary. What had been the enemy’s decapitated body, or rather, what was now an indistinguishable bloody pile, had fallen down through the hatch onto the control room’s floor. He squeezed another burst off anyway, for insurance, dropped the second two-second charge down and slammed the hatch shut. This explosion was a muffled whoomp, no smoke emerging from the tightly sealed sub, except for a white puff rising from the snorkel.

“A new Pope!” he shouted, his outburst a mixture of adrenaline and anger, wondering if the general was still alive, and sure that no one in the midget sub had survived. An explosion like that, he knew, would create a dense and toxic mix even in a full-sized attack boat.

The pinhead of light automatically activated by the saltwater showed Aussie where the general, dead or alive, was drifting, about twenty or thirty feet off the sub’s starboard bow, not far from the Zodiac. Aussie slung his HK tightly to his back, discarded his boots, and dived in, swimming with all his strength to the Zodiac. He hauled himself aboard, pushed the outboard’s starter and, hungry for air, gasped as he steered the Zodiac toward Freeman, cutting the motor almost as soon as he’d started it.

“Fire a goddamn flare!” the general was shouting, his voice imperious. “Don’t you know anything?!”

In fact, Freeman’s bonhomie in the freezing water helped the general to tolerate the painful bruising that was spreading across his chest, the round from the sub’s.50 MG not a dead-on hit, but a powerful angled shot all the same, and one that had shredded all but the last two of the Kevlar’s sandwiched layers.

The Petrel saw the flare, as did the two closing hydrofoils, one of which approached the Zodiac with a suspicion underscored by an array of weaponry that was as impressive as it was late.

“Well, at least they can help Petrel pick up those poor bastards from Skate ,” Aussie told Freeman, who was now hurting badly.

The general was not given to hyperbole regarding his enemies, but what occurred next he would describe as simply “astonishing.” From the mini Vesuvius that was the submarine’s conning tower, there emerged three ghostly figures in the flare lights, their clothing steaming with white smoke that clung to them like dry ice, their faces hidden by maniacal-looking goggles and the snouts of gas masks.

“Son of a bitch!” shouted Tiny, thunderstruck. “Pricks are still alive!” Two of them were manning the.50.

“Everyone inside,” shouted Hall from Petrel ’s bridge, as Aussie and Freeman were being helped aboard. “Secure all hatches. Lights out!”

“Secure all hatches!!” repeated Frank. “And stay inside!” With that, he pushed Petrel ’s Full Ahead button, shouting into the down pipe to the engine room, “Everything you’ve got, Chief!”

The crew, bodies involuntarily trembling with the thunderous reverberations, had never felt anything like it.

Frank snatched up the bridge’s microphone. “Stand by to ram!”

“Shit!” It was Cookie. In the blacked-out galley, it suddenly dawned on him what Hall intended. “The hydrofoils should—”

The bosun’s attempt to explain to young Cookie how hydrofoils were like jet boats on water — very fast in clear weather but too delicate for this — was cut short by a firecracker noise forward, the sound of Petrel ’s already multipunctured bridge glass collapsing in a resounding crash. Now all firing from the hydrofoils ceased, the Petrel , at fifteen knots, having to cross their lines of fire.

The 110-foot-long sub and its conning tower were rendered momentarily visible with each burst of the.50, only one man remaining at the gun.

Frank was steering by the flashes of the.50. He wasn’t watching the sub through the fog-inhaling hole that had been Petrel ’s bridge, but by lying on his back, guided by the image of the.50’s spitting flame in the mirror from Sandra’s compact. He held it up for several seconds at a time, and could alter his course with a tap on the “sensitouch” joystick.

“Hold on!” he shouted over the PA. But with the PA’s wiring, among other things, now severed in the hail of the sub’s machine-gun fire, no one heard him beyond the bridge.

The shock of the Petrel hitting the sub aft of the conning tower was so severe that it flung several crew members across the mess. The bosun’s cheek split against the bulkhead stiffener, and young Cookie literally tore the big electric motor off its mount as a flying avalanche of broken crockery and foodstuffs injured him and five other crewmen amid an outburst of profanities and alarm so loud Hall heard them coming up through the stairwell.

The Petrel ’s bow was so high now, after smashing into the sub’s conning tower, that the broken plates and other debris began sliding back. But just as quickly, everything began to subside, Petrel ’s forward half coming down as it slid off the sub’s deck. As Hall leaped up, running to the bridge’s starboard wing, he saw that the sub’s aft was severely creased — cracks appearing — heard the machine gunner and dropped to the deck. Aussie, racing along the Petrel ’s port side, came out firing on its forward deck, not taking his finger off the trigger, killing the begoggled and black-snouted gunner before the terrorist could swing the.50 from Frank on the upper starboard side to him.

Then, in place of the unrelenting gunfire, there was relative calm. But not silence, as the oceanographic crew, though hesitant at first, now poured out on the stern to watch the death throes of the submarine. In Petrel ’s deck lights, which were now back on, they could see water cascading into the deep, three-foot-wide gash aft of the sail, the sub’s nose rising in a strangely majestic way. The excited voices of the Petrel crew and the faint cheers of the hydrofoil crews ceased momentarily, for no matter how evil its man-driven intent, the boat itself now seemed possessed of a dignity in death. Its bow, so high in the air that it momentarily rose above the level of Petrel ’s foredeck, sent several men racing back toward Petrel ’s winches, frightened by the awe-filled ascent of the sub’s bow. For the first time, a flag was glimpsed on its forward staff, which could only have been placed there by one of the three gas-masked ghosts who’d emerged earlier from the LOSHOK’s toxified air.

Once the sub, slipping from view in a hissing steam of burst pipes and shattered machinery, slid out of view, the cheers on hold during her final moments erupted into the dank, dark air, a hydrofoil sapper unit already on their way to destroy the cave and its antechambers.

“We can now report,” began one of Marte Price’s colleagues in Atlanta, “that this unprecedented assault on America’s navy is finally over.” The announcer, a Hollywood face in his early thirties but with a marked British accent, turned to his coanchor. “And it’s fitting, Joanne, that it was the Navy’s hydrofoils that finished the job.”

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