Iris Johansen - Silent Thunder

"Thank you, Hannah." He leaned so close that his breath fogged her faceplate as he spoke. "Thank you for everything." He smiled gently. " Pomni, ya vsegda ryadom ."

He picked her up and pushed her into the open hatch of torpedo tube four.

"Kirov, come with me," she called frantically. "The same tube at the same time. Don't do this!"

The hatch slammed shut behind her.

Darkness.

Silence, except for the faint knocking of engines.

Damn him.

She heard, then felt, a trickle of cool salt water pouring into the chamber. Could the old pumps even pull this off?

The trickle became a stream, and the stream became a torrent. Water leaked through the suit's tattered seams. She became buoyant, floating in the center of the chamber.

The water climbed higher. She held her breath, trying to preserve the precious little oxygen her suit still held. The water ran cold against her cheek.

The moment of truth. She crossed her ankles, lowered her head, and folded her arms across her chest. She wished she'd inspected the tube. A piece of twisted metal or a bent plate in her path would tear her to shreds.

The Silent Thunder is always at her best when you need her most .

Hannah suddenly relaxed. Nestled in the Silent Thunder 's watery embrace, she somehow felt… protected. Cared for. Treasured.

Was the lack of oxygen making her loopy?

Probably.

Or maybe she was just an atheist in a foxhole.

A roar filled her ears, and thousands of pounds of pressure slammed her from behind.

Pavski, Koppel, Lepin, and Norzalk stood on the bridge, staring at the smoldering remains of the navigational computer.

" Blin! " Pavski swung the butt of his gun toward the console.

"Wait," Koppel said. "This means Kirov and Bryson must have the coordinates. All we have to do is find them, and…"

Koppel fell silent as they felt a distinct vibration and heard the release of enormous pressure from the sub's hold.

"It's the torpedo chamber," Pavski said.

Koppel eyes widened. "The escape suits. They're getting away?"

Pavski ran for the hatch. "Or we were meant to think they are. Kirov is a driven man. He wouldn't give up this chance to take me out."

They moved down the narrow midship stairwell to the engineering level, where the engine noise was almost deafening. He motioned for Lepin and Norzalk to proceed down the starboard service corridor. They nodded and disappeared through the narrow hatch.

Pavski turned and stared down the main passageway. "I know you're here, Captain!"

No reply.

He and Koppel crept down the passageway with their guns at the ready. "You couldn't come this close to me without wanting to finish the job. Not when I'm standing in the gangway of this stinking monstrosity you love so much."

No response.

They were now in the mechanical section. The engine noise and diesel stench were overpowering.

"Here I am, Kirov. Your chance at last. Come and get me."

He heard Koppel whimper behind him. Stupid coward.

"Pavski," Koppel muttered.

Pavski gave him an impatient glance, then stiffened as he saw the terrified expression on Koppel's face. He slowly turned his head, and his gaze followed Koppel's to the fuel tanks.

Pack after pack of plastic explosives, mounted on either side of the fuel tanks .

The triggering mechanism flashed red and emitted a highpitched whine.

Hannah tilted her head back and clawed for the surface, writhing and spinning in the water like a towel in a washing machine. But which way was up? The direction seemed to change every second.

She'd never felt anything like this before; it was like…

Like being shot out of a freaking torpedo tube.

She finally broke the surface. She fumbled for the latches, lifted off her helmet, and tossed it into the water. Air!

There was a deep, metallic rumbling behind her. She turned to look at the sub.

The charges erupted deep within the Silent Thunder , their intensity magnified and spread by the massive fuel reserves. The back third of the submarine buckled, heaved, and tore open from the sheer explosive force.

Kirov!

More explosions, throwing spires of flame high into the sky. Silent Thunder listed hard to starboard as oil in the water caught fire around its superstructure.

She couldn't take her eyes off it.

In the next few minutes, the ruptured hull took on water, pulling the sub down by its stern. Pockets of air exploded to the surface. The burning, twisting metal groaned like a wounded whale. The anguished sounds continued as the Silent Thunder plunged beneath the waves, leaving a massive field of debris and burning oil in its wake.

Hannah trod water, stunned.

Kirov and the Silent Thunder . Gone.

"Goddamn you," she whispered, tears running down her face. "Goddamned men and the sea. There's no sense to you."

A white craft in the distance headed straight for her. Probably a Coast Guard cutter. Hard to steal a 560-foot Russian submarine without somebody taking notice, she thought.

She turned back to the debris field. Kirov had probably thought it was fitting for him to die with the sub he loved so much. And maybe it was.

To hell with that.

It was just one more tragic loss. She'd had enough tragedy. She didn't want Kirov to-

Something was moving, bobbing slightly out of sync with the rest of the floating debris. It almost looked like…

She swam past the pools of burning oil, a task made difficult by the sheer bulk of her suit. As she drew closer, she momentarily lost sight of the object.

Had she just imagined it?

No. There it was, less than ten feet in front of her.

The helmet of an MK10 suit.

"Kirov!"

No response.

She pushed herself forward, grabbed the suit's padding, and spun it around.

It was Kirov.

Unconscious? Dead?

She unlatched his helmet, yanked it off, and splashed water in his face. "Wake up. You come back to me, Kirov. Do you hear me?"

He couldn't die. Not now.

"Kirov!" She slapped his face as hard as she could.

He opened his eyes. "That hurt."

Relief surged through her. "Can you move? Wiggle your toes."

He nodded. "I'm fine. You?"

"Yes."

"Any sign of Pavski?"

"No. He's gone."

He glanced at the debris and burning oil. "And so is the Silent Thunder ."

"Yes. I was afraid you were-"

"The thought occurred to me. After all, there is a certain tradition and obligation."

"Bullshit."

He smiled. "That's what I thought. Silent Thunder would want me to survive. She's saved me too many times for me not to realize that."

"You cut it close."

"I had to make sure Pavski was inside the sub. The charge went off just as I ejected."

"Then you're lucky to be alive."

"Lucky." He thought about it. "Do you know, I'm feeling very lucky at this moment. Would you like me to tell you why?"

She felt a warm surge of feeling as she looked at him.

"No." She tore her eyes away from him and glanced at the Coast Guard cutter, which was almost upon them. "Save it. That officer on the bridge looks pretty grim. We may need all the luck we can get in the next few hours."

U.S. NAVAL DESTROYER BAINBRIDGE

THE BLACK SEA

32.4° E LONGITUDE 44.1° N LATITUDE

"There it is," Hannah murmured as she stood on the top deck watching the eight-foot oval black capsule being lifted by a crane from the sea. "Right where Heiser said it would be."

"Good thing for you." Bradworth gave her a sour glance. "If you'd been wrong, you'd have been in pretty hot water with my superiors. The only reason they let you off the hook for blowing that sub is the deal you and Kirov made to give them the location."