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"June, 1700 hours Eastern Seaboard Time: The nose of the U.S. Navy’s Virginia-class, nuclear-powered, fast-attack submarine USS Texas (SSN 775) opens a dark void in the Arabian Sea. She is covertly traveling at twenty-eight knots, near 12° latitude and 64° longitude, at a depth of 850 feet. Inside the hunter killer’s advanced command and control room is an array of computers and other sophisticated electronics with navigation, sonar, weapons and diagnostic information displayed on over forty monitors. The complicated equipment is installed to maximize space. Multicolored lights from the ever-changing imagery on the dozens of displays can be seen dancing on the walls and ceiling of the ultramodern hub. Near the center of the operations center, standing bent over the edge of a table, is the lethal submarine’s Captain. He is actively studying nautical charts and satellite imageries showing on high-definition flat screens mounted flush in the table’s top. Standing next to him is his executive officer (XO), who is keeping watch over the crew of specialized technicians and officers seated working at their stations. All the underwater sailors are dressed in wrinkle-free tan or dark-blue U.S. Navy uniforms. There are naval pins and patches on their shirts including the Submarine Warfare Insignia breast pins that are either gold (officer) or silver (enlisted) dolphins.
Though commissioned into service in 2006, the USS Texas remains a state-of-the-art combat submarine of the U.S. Navy. She displaces 7,800 long tons, and her 337-foot long hull, which is constructed of HY-100 high-pressure structural steel, is the strongest ever built. She carries twelve Tomahawk cruise missiles, Mk-48 torpedoes, and was recently loaded with a few of the cutting-edge supercavitating Barracuda torpedoes. The sea warrior has earned the respect of anyone who has ever sailed on her. Her slogan, “Don’t Mess with Texas,” was adopted from the proud state after which she was named—and the slogan couldn’t be truer! When not running lone wolf on top-secret missions, or sailing under standard operational patrol, the Texas is at times an unseen escort protecting aircraft carriers and other U.S. naval ships traveling to and from their theaters of operation.
The Texas’s Commanding Officer, Captain William Norton, is fifty-six years old. He’s an experienced veteran of war, who graduated with top honors from the United States Naval Academy and Naval War College. Captain Norton is a polished man with a rigid stature. He stands board straight using all five-feet and seven-inches of his aging form. His short, graying hair is parted on one side, and thin-rim glasses correct his sea-blue eyes. Fleshy cheeks, thick eyebrows, and a wrinkled forehead complete his commanding appearance. Though he may be over-the-hill, it’s obvious that he takes exceptional care of himself, since he is quite fit. The intrepid naval commander, who is wholly admired and respected by his crew, is an avid reader of history, especially historical naval warfare. Full of grit, Captain Norton is a tenacious leader with unparalleled knowledge of his submarine, and he has spent the last twenty-seven years of his naval career onboard nuclear-powered submarines.
Over the course of his silent service, Captain Norton has led countless missions stalking and shadowing numerous Russian and Chinese submarines as well as other adversarial fighting ships. While on those cat-and-mouse hunts he and his highly skilled crew of submariners were perpetually ready, if so ordered, to sink-and-destroy an enemy vessel on a moment’s notice. Furthermore, he has led several covert operations spying on the sea trials of new Russian and Chinese ships of war to learn their strengths and weaknesses. Captain Norton has even presided over missions to salvage technology and military secrets from ocean floors deposited there by rival missile tests, or from naval ships sunk by calamity. In years past, he was the Captain of an Ohio-class submarine armed with Trident II ballistic missiles tipped with thermonuclear warheads. Then, he and his stealthy submariners secretly patrolled the coastlines of rival nations. Captain Norton and his regimented men sat under the cloak of the sea, ready to launch a nuclear first strike if ever so ordered.
Captain Norton wanted command of the Texas ever since he first saw her keel being laid in 2002 at a Virginia shipyard. Of note, the Captain was personally instrumental in working on silencing the Virginia-class submarine’s acoustical signatures. He did so when he worked with engineers at the Navy’s Acoustic Research Department (ARD), located on Lake Pend Oreille in Northern Idaho. They used 1/8th scale remote controlled models of Virginia-class submarines for doing their research. That aside, three years ago the Captain’s dream was realized when he replaced the Texas’s aging commander, whose long life at sea ended with his retirement. Captain Norton’s love for the Texas may be partly due to the fact that he was born and raised on his family farm in the Lone Star State where his ancestral roots stretch back several generations.
Currently, the fearsome sea hunter and her formidable crew are deployed on a top-secret mission. Having just finished scrutinizing sonar screens as well as satellite imagery, all in the course of looking for any nearby threats, Captain Norton gives the order, “Reel in the communication buoy; we’ll reconnect to FORCEnet when we surface.” (FORCEnet is a Naval Network Warfare Command networking communication link that allows decision-makers and others to be aware of current missions, so they can share information in real time that might prove vital to the success of an active operation.)
“Take us to periscope depth. Ten knots low ’n slow,” further orders the Captain.
“Aye, Captain. Reel in the buoy. Take us to periscope depth. Ten knots low ’n slow,” responds the XO as he relays the Captain’s commands to the communications and diving officers.
“Aye, docking the buoy,” answers the communications officer.
“Aye, periscope depth, zero degrees rear rudder, ten degrees up all planes, ten knots low ’n slow,” answers the diving officer while passing the command to the pilot.
“Aye, periscope depth, zero degrees rear rudder, ten degrees up all planes, ten knots low ’n slow,” answers the pilot while moving the single joystick that maneuvers the massive submarine. A whistle sounds, followed by a short ringing noise as yellow lights begin flashing at two of the control room’s stations. The Texas answers the helm without delay and begins ascending. Any standing submariners lean toward her nose as she planes upward. The diving officer calls out their depth every 100 feet, 50 feet, and lastly 10 feet as the fast-attack submarine rises silently from the depths of the Arabian Sea until trimming out at periscope depth.
“Raise the masts,” orders Captain Norton.
“Aye, Captain. Raise the masts,” repeats the XO as he passes the orders to the photonics technician on deck.
“Aye, raising the masts,” promptly answers the young sailor. The moment he types on the touch screen in front of him, a pair of masts, topped with special instruments, begin rising stealthily from the top of the submarine’s sail. (A submarine sail is also called a fairwater. In earlier generation subs, the sail was called the conning tower because that’s where the con was located.)
The telescoping poles’ heads quickly puncture through the wavy sea surface and immediately begin relaying information to computers in the control room. Monitors come to life with high-resolution infrared and video imagery with rangefinder data. The imagery covers a 360° view of the surface from the submarine’s position. Other screens in the command center display information round-the-clock. They are littered with colored dots fed to them by the sub’s sonar as well as government satellites when they can connect to them. (The sub’s sonar features are so sensitive that a sonar officer or technician can hear a ship sailing 1000 miles away, and even hear shrimp eating.) The colors of the dots differentiate countries. Moving a cursor over one of the dots makes the ship or aircraft’s point of origin, destination, friend or foe status, and cargo immediately appear on screen. The crew can also send and receive information using ELF or VLF low radio frequencies when at depth. The submariners endlessly watch sea and sky, so they are always aware of what surrounds them.
Captain Norton studies the live thermal and video images for a moment before giving the con to his XO. He orders him to maintain speed at periscope depth, for exactly twenty minutes, before diving to 800 feet and proceeding full speed ahead to their mission destination. The Captain exits the command and control room just as the steel orca surreptitiously enters the Gulf of Oman.
Inside the wardroom of the USS Texas are eight men from SEAL Team Fourteen, “Fury and Company.” This is no ordinary group of the elite fighters. The members of this special SEAL Team were handpicked by the U.S. Naval Special Warfare Development Group (NSWDG) to be on this tier-one black-ops unit. They are a special missions and counter-terrorism SEAL Team. Only two such secret squads exist. The seas were heavy when the sailors transferred onto the USS Texas with their tactical gear when she surfaced temporarily in the Indian Ocean, less than twenty-four hours ago. The men boarded by rappelling from a HH-60 Sea Hawk helicopter that flew them from the deck of the USS Gerald R. Ford (CVN-78) aircraft carrier deployed in the Atlantic Ocean. They had landed on the aircraft carrier after flying from Joint Expeditionary Base—Little Creek, located in Virginia Beach, Virginia.
The SEALs have just finished listening to Lieutenant (Lt.) Brock Barnette, the Officer in Charge (OIC), give instructional orders he received from U.S. Naval Forces Central Command. All eight warfighters are seated body tight on three sides of a table with bench seats. There is a large sealed envelope bearing the official seal of the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) placed conspicuously on the center of the table. A notepad and pencil are placed in front of each man. All the men are dressed in black shorts and t-shirts with the SEAL Trident insignia embroidered on them in gold. Attentive, their eyes are fixed on a large flat screen that is attached to a wall. A video camera mounted above the screen is pointed toward them. Captain Norton has just entered the room.
“Captain on deck,” announces Lt. Barnette as he starts to stand with his men to acknowledge the Commander.
“At ease, sailors. Stay seated. We have a very short window of opportunity, so let gets this show on the road,” orders Captain Norton, who is now standing beside the table facing the camera.
The imagery showing on the screen is split into two views. On the left side is the Director of National Intelligence, Brian Erikson. He and CIA agents are seated around a large conference table at CIA headquarters in Langley, Virginia. On the right side is Secretary of Defense, General Douglas Wheeler. He is sitting behind an ornate cherry desk in his office at the Pentagon. The live video feeds appear via a secure satellite link to FORCEnet.
“Everyone, I’ll be brief. You have nineteen minutes to conclude this meeting before my sub is diving and we lose the satellite link. So I suggest you use this time wisely,” informs Captain Norton.
“Captain Norton, I understand completely. Okay men, no time to waste! Welcome Lieutenants Barnette and Storm, Senior Chief Petty Officer Knight, Chief Petty Officer Hernandez, and Petty Officers Mancinelli, Van Dyke, Brooks, and Goldberg to this most important briefing. On behalf of America, we give our utmost gratitude for your bold service to this great country as we ask you once more to go into harm’s way. Lieutenant Storm, I’m glad to see you’re back on active duty,” remarks Secretary of Defense General Douglas Wheeler
“Thanks, General,” reply all the men.
“Men, this mission is extremely critical for two reasons. First, we need to know why a wealthy jihadist arms dealer, who is an al-Qaeda sympathizer and devoted ISIS supporter, is meeting with a Chinese nuclear physicist, Iranian rocket engineer, and a Russian nuclear submarine expert on his yacht. Secondly, we know from information-sharing amongst the CIA, British Secret Intelligence Services, and other allied security agencies that a well-financed secret society has formed with global roots. We are referring to this new synergetic group of evil as the DOOMS-TEAM, which stands for the ‘Dark Order Of Maligned Seeking To Eradicate AMerica.’ We believe the members of this malevolent alliance are from China, Russia, North Korea, the Middle East, and other parts of our world. It’s very likely that the DOOMS-TEAM has their people embedded in England as well as other allied countries. Their demented collaborators are no doubt hidden here in America, too.
“DOOMS-TEAM is hell-bent on destroying the Western way of life, for ideological or perverse religious reasons. They seek to obtain and use weapons of mass destruction to destroy America, or, at minimum, to create great devastation, panic, and economic collapse. It’s believed that all the men meeting on this yacht are DOOMS-TEAM members. We desperately need solid intelligence, such as video, photographs, written documentation..."
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