didn’t give him any more speed. “Ask me for anything but…”
He stopped speaking as an attack boat made a fast surface off his starboard bow at about 1000 yards. He noted in the back of his mind that they’d surfaced upwind.
“Steve!” Stacey screamed from below.
“I see it,” Steve said, picking up the radio. “Wolf Actual, over.”
“Not that I can think of,” Steve said.
The
A bright orange buoy ejected from a launcher and the
Stacey sat down next to him and wrapped her arms around him. Her eyes were misty.
“We’re in contact,” Steve said, hugging her.
“That’s not what I’m crying about,” Stacey said.
“What’s wrong?” Steve asked.
“Nothing,” Stacey said, hugging him again. “The commander of a U.S. Navy nuclear submarine called you ‘Commodore.’ And I don’t think he even realized he’d said it.”
“Oh, that,” Steve said, slowing the boat as Pat pulled out a boat hook to catch the buoy. “No worries, wife ’o mine. I’m sure he’s regretting it already.”
* * *
“Where do you want me to put it, Faith?” Sophia asked.
“How the fuck should
The cruise ship was massive. Really seriously stupidly huge. The boats around it were so many mice, no,
One of them on a lower balcony lurched to his feet and started to climb the rail.
“No, no, no,” Faith shouted.
“No! No! Sharks! Sharks! Sharks!” Sophia shouted over the loudhailer.
The man couldn’t seem to hear or understand. He more fell than dove over the side.
Hocieniec started firing from the aft deck but there was no way. There were sharks everywhere. It was unlikely that he was the first person who’d taken that way out in preference to starvation or dehydration. The man didn’t even scream as he was taken under.
“Why, damnit, why?” Faith shouted. She picked up the mike for the loudhailer. “STAY WHERE YOU FUCKING
“How?” Sophia asked. “There’s no entries. And that promenade…”
It wasn’t really a promenade. It was the life-boat deck. And that was fifty feet above the flying bridge of the
“How the hell am
“You’re the entry specialist,” Sophia said, calmly. “I’m trying not to stress you. I really am asking.”
“Hooch,” Faith shouted. “How would the Marines board this thing?”
“A helicopter!” Hooch shouted back. “Or a boarding ladder.”
“There’s a helo on the
“You know how to fly one?” Faith asked, somewhat hysterically.
“Faith, take some breaths, sis,” Sophia said, calmly. “We’re going to do this. We are.”
“Okay, okay,” Faith said. “We get a grapnel up. Then… I dunno, maybe with some knots in it or something?”
“There we go,” Sophia said. “It’s going to be a bitch to climb.”
“Yeah,” Faith said. “Especially in armor. And if we drop in the drink… Shit…”
“Keep going,” Sophia said.
“Well…” Faith said, then stopped. “Or maybe we could ask the sub if
“What su…” Sophia said, looking around, then stopped.
“So we’re Wolf Squadron, huh?” Sophia said, picking up the radio and handing it to Faith. “Faith, honey, take a deep breath and don’t get hysterical when you’re talking to him.”
“I’m
“You’re the closest,” Sophia said. “Want me to take it?”
“No,” Faith said, her face firming. She took the radio and cleared her throat. “Thirty three?”
“You’re on,” Sophia said.
“
“Got it in one,” Faith said. “Over.”
“Roger,” Faith said. “All we’ve got so far is throw up a grapnel with a knotted rope. Lance Corporal Hocieniec is still not really in shape. And I’m not what you call a great climber. That completely skips the whole man-eating sharks, part. And the zombies at the top. Still thinkin it, over. Over.” ///copy editor: sic///