Larry Bond - Exit Plan

It was warm inside the boat. With many of the recirculating fans and air-conditioning secured, the temperature had risen to an uncomfortable, but tolerable, level. Mehr wiped the sweat from his brow. He was glad that it was still spring. This kind of maneuver would have been impossible during the summer months.

“Captain! Mechanical noise bearing red five zero,” reported the sonar operator from his cubicle behind Mehr. Russian sonar systems display azimuth information based on relative, vice true bearings. Thus, all directions are measured with respect to the ship’s bow from zero to 180 degrees. Bearings to port are red, while bearings to starboard are green.

“Any propulsion plant noise, Sergeant?”

“No, sir. It sounds like a large object is being moved.”

“Deck officer, sound battle stations, but quietly,” Mehr spoke softly as he walked to the sonar cubicle. The operator offered him a headset; donning it he heard a number of creaks and squeaks, followed by a loud sharp thud. Something had just locked into place. Allah be praised. They had found their prey; Mehr knew he needed to act quickly.

“Helmsman, left ten degrees rudder. Steady course three one zero.”

“Coming left to new course three one zero, aye, sir,” repeated the helmsman.

“Sonar, stand by to go active on main and mine-hunting arrays. Fire control, flood tubes one through four. Stand by for rapid salvo.”

8 April 2013

0530 Local Time/0230 Zulu

Nineteen Nautical Miles South of Iran

“Gray Fox, Cormorant launch in three minutes. Please stand by to take con…” Guthrie stopped talking in midsentence. Jerry could hear the WLY-1 acoustic intercept receiver beeping away in the background. What he heard next sent chills up his spine.

“Conn, Sonar, Shark Teeth and Mouse Squeak transmissions bearing one three zero! Contact is close. LAUNCH TRANSIENTS’.”

Jerry heard Guthrie spitting out orders, then abruptly signed off with, “I’m sorry, Jerry, you’re on your own!”

8 April 2013

0530 Local Time/0230 Zulu

USS Michigan, SSGN 727

“TORPEDOES IN THE WATER!” shouted Buckley over the intercom.

“Where, Woody?” yelled Guthrie. He didn’t have time for the intercom and just shouted down the passageway.

“Conn, Sonar, first torpedo bears one two two. The second bears one three seven.”

Guthrie motioned to Simmons, the battle stations OOD, to acknowledge the report. He glanced at the fire control display that Ensign Sandy Wagner had manned, and there was nothing there on their assailant. He has to be in our baffles, behind us, Guthrie thought. This guy was dangerous.

“Weps, launch an ADC Mark 4 countermeasure from the starboard launchers. Helm, right fifteen degrees rudder, steady course north, all ahead flank!” Guthrie’s immediate concern was the two torpedoes, but he couldn’t ignore the shooter. He knew they had to get him out of their baffles and into view so they could start tracking him, but they had to jam his sonar as well.

Guthrie looked over at the intercept receiver. The WLY-1 warned them about enemy sonar transmissions, and it had lit off the same time as Buckley’s warning of incoming torpedoes. It showed two Russian-made sonars, the MGK-400 Rubikon and MG-519 Arfa. Those were fitted on Iran’s Kilo-class subs. The countermeasure should have some effect.

The captain dodged as other members of the fire control party took their positions. Lieutenants (jg) Sean Porter and Daniel Hogan had set up the geoplot and were starting to plot the bearings to the torpedoes.

“Sean, Daniel, just plot raw bearings. We don’t have time to fair them. I need to know if I have to turn, ASAP.”

“Aye, aye, sir,” replied Porter as he drew out a bearing line on the paper.

“Conn, Sonar, first torpedo bears one one seven, drawing slowly to the right. The second torpedo is in our baffles, but was last seen drawing left. Neither weapon is active,” reported Buckley more calmly.

“Very well. Find that Kilo, Woody!” shouted Guthrie as he shuffled over to the geoplot. Lieutenant Erik Nelson showed the bearing spread on the two torpedoes. “Captain, this one on the left looks like it will miss us, but just barely. The one on the right will be a problem if we remain on our present course.”

Guthrie nodded. The torpedoes had been placed exceptionally well. There was no way they could get out of the acquisition cones of both of them.

“Dmitry, deploy an ADC Mark 5 torpedo countermeasure and prepare the ATT launchers.”

The weapons officer reached up, lifted a protective cover on the countermeasure panel, and punched the button. On the aft starboard side of Michigan, one of the external countermeasures tubes erupted, spewing out a long cylindrical canister. Once activated, the countermeasure transmitted a loud acoustic signal that a homing torpedo would hopefully find alluring.

“ADC away, and the antitorpedo system is online,” reported Zelinski.

Before Guthrie could acknowledge the weapons officer’s report, the WLY-1 acoustic intercept receiver screeched out another warning.

“Conn, Sonar, torpedoes have enabled!”

Kilo-Class Submarine, Yunes, SS903

“Captain!” shouted the sonar operator excitedly. “A sonar jammer has been deployed.”

Mehr looked up at the MGK-400 sonar display and saw that it was now filled with numerous spikes in the direction of the Ohio -class submarine. “Calm yourself, Sergeant! We knew he would do this,” he admonished the nervous operator. “I just launched a sonar jammer myself, so settle down.”

“Captain,” interrupted Lieutenant Kashani, the fire control officer, “the torpedoes are nearing their activation point.”

“Very well,” Mehr said. The enemy would know soon enough that he had done more than just harass them with a sonar lashing. It was time to change their position.

“Helmsman, left full rudder. Steady course two two zero, speed eight knots. First officer, stand by to deploy another MG-24 countermeasure.” As he watched his crew carry out their orders, he marveled at how well the attack was proceeding. The shot was picture-perfect. At least one of the torpedoes he fired would acquire the target. Evasion would be difficult as the American was almost dead in the water. He was a sitting duck.

Steady yourself, Ebrahim, he said to himself. The battle isn’t over yet, and the American has yet to take any overt action. This is only the beginning.

“Captain, torpedoes are active,” reported the fire control officer. “Torpedo on the left is clear, no contacts. The torpedo on the right has acquired a target… No, wait! It’s being jammed!”

Mehr smiled. The torpedo from tube two had found his quarry. But more important, that torpedo was the one with the guidance wire. “Offset the torpedo’s course one point to starboard,” he ordered.

“Aye, sir. Change course one point to starboard,” replied the fire control operator. He rotated the wire guidance selector switch to “Transmit,” flipped the direction toggle to “Right,” and punched the course change button twice, ordering the torpedo to turn right by eleven and a quarter degrees, one point of the compass. “Course change completed, sir.”

“Very well, Lieutenant. If the torpedo’s course starts to drift to the left, just reset it to the right. Once it is past the decoy, we’ll turn it back to the left. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” responded Kashani.

USS Michigan, SSGN 727

“Torpedo number one has changed course to the right,” Zelinski said nervously. “It looks like it’s being steered past the countermeasure.”