future, seeing the ruin and destruction of Halifax Harbor. “It looks like we stopped it this time,” he said. “That alarm clock bomb you talked about, Mister Fedorov.” It looks like we heard it ticking, and reached a hand out to turn it off just before that jarring sound could rattle our brains.”
Karpov smiled. It had been his hand that stopped it, pulling Samsonov’s away. It had been
Then they heard something that astounded them all. It was Nikolin’s radio set, finally winning its struggle to tune in a distant channel, and it was music. Nikolin’s eyes gleamed as he heard it, rushing to the radio to adjust the dial further and turn up the volume as the song faded in and out. The beat was steady, and every man among them knew the tune. It was the Beatles, beloved in Mother Russia for decades, and they were singing
Admiral Volsky was smiling ear to ear, Fedorov broke out laughing. Nikolin started to dance. They were home—but not in the U.S.S.R, they hoped. That old, reeking structure had collapsed decades ago, and this was a new Russia. Yes, now there was SinoPac, the Sino Pacific alliance initiated by the Chinese, and the spring of war was still coiled tight. But they knew what was going to happen now, what
Admiral Volsky smiled, an idea in his mind. “Mister Nikolin,” he said in a calm voice. “When you have finished crushing those grapes would you be so kind as to call that American submarine on the radio? We were about to send them a nice, fat super-cavitating cigar, but I think I would like to offer their captain a box of fine Cuban cigars instead. If I can parley with Admiral John Tovey, then by God I can speak with this man as well. Get them on the radio.”
And he did.
The world
He spent the next years serving ably in spite of Churchill’s desire to remove him for his transgressions, and was eventually promoted to Admiral of the Fleet, retiring from service in 1946 to pursue ‘other matters.’ Few ever knew what scope and scale of those matters actually were, but those close to him said he had been fond, in his later years, of reading novels by Jules Verne and the work of H.G. Wells. No one ever really knew that he still remained in the hunt for the mysterious ship that had once been code named
Alan Turing continued his amazing work as a cryptanalyst, eventually trailblazing the development of the computer with his “Turing Machine,” and laboring on in logic and number theory. His work on artificial intelligence and encrypted speech transmission was also groundbreaking and well ahead of its time—and for good reason. The startling discovery that
As for Novak and Osborne at FRUMEL Headquarters in Melbourne, they kept chewing on the rind of the orange they had been peeling that week. They did learn enough to know a great battle had been fought off the coast of Papua New Guinea, a battle the Japanese had apparently won, or so they read the tale when this strange enemy ship simply vanished, presumed sunk. But they knew it didn’t go without a fight. A plane out of Milne Bay had managed to get a photo of a large and dangerous looking Japanese battleship, obviously bearing the scars of a major battle as it slipped by, escorted by a gaggle of cruisers and destroyers. It was Admiral Yamamoto and
On the Japanese side, when the cruiser
Captain Sanji Iwabuchi was sent to the Philippines in some disfavor. He would never recant his story, that his ship had finally found and rammed the phantom enemy they had come to call
The Japanese never knew what had so bedeviled them in the Coral Sea. They sailed
A young Ensign named Mitsuo Ohta had been deeply impressed by the dreadful “suicide rockets” the enemy had deployed. Watching them dance over the sea in their evasive maneuvers, and knowing nothing of computer controlled guidance systems, he could only conclude that they were piloted. He soon approached students of the Aeronautical Research Institute at the University of Tokyo for help in designing a similar weapon. His plans were submitted to the Yokosuka research facility, and the Navy Air Technical Arsenal began to produce prototypes of a rocket powered piloted cruise missile they would call the
Instead the rocket had to be carried by a twin engine bomber to within 37,000 meters, and then it could launch to make its daring and final high speed run to the target, with a human pilot standing in for the missing computer and radar controlled brain that had guided