half, but this battery wasn’t going to give them any more power today.
“Isolating the after battery.” The copilot reached over to the electrical control panel and rotated the selector switch on the after battery breaker to open. Nothing happened. He tried again. No response.
“XO, remote breaker control failed. Battery temperature at two hundred ninety-eight degrees.”
“Open the breaker manually,” Jerry commanded.
Higgs launched himself from his chair and reached the breaker panel within a couple of seconds. He threw open the panel door, grabbed the breaker, and shoved it upward.
Jerry caught a bright flash out of the corner of his eye, followed immediately by a thundering noise. Momentarily stunned by the sound, Jerry tried to focus his eyes. The compartment was filled with gray smoke. The acrid smell assaulted his nose and lungs, forcing him to instinctively reach for his emergency breathing mask.
A flashlight beam pierced the smoky atmosphere as Ramey and the other SEALs crowded into the compartment. Ramey went over to Jerry. Fazel went to Higgs, who lay prone on the deck. He’d been thrown across the compartment by the blast.
The corpsman checked Higgs for a pulse, but it was a mere formality. The copilot was obviously dead. His face and hands were badly burned, his neck was canted at an odd angle, and there were ragged holes torn in his uniform. The larger ones had bloodstains growing around the periphery.
“XO, XO, can you hear me! Are you all right?” shouted Ramey.
Jerry looked at Ramey. The SEAL’s image came into focus and Jerry could see that they were using their scuba gear to breathe. Ramey pulled the demand valve from his mouth and repeated himself, “XO, are you okay?”
“Temp… Temperature?” Jerry struggled to speak as he stood, shaking his head.
Ramey quickly looked over at the copilot console, it was dark.
“The displays are down, sir.”
Jerry turned and saw that two of his displays were still working. He called up the battery-monitoring menu. The temperature was at three hundred fourteen degrees. They had very little time left. He reached over and pulled the emergency surface chicken switches, and turned toward Ramey. From such a shallow depth, the ASDS rose quickly to the surface.
“Matt, the after battery is probably going to explode. We are abandoning ship. Get your men out,
Ramey hesitated for just a moment, then pushed his guys toward the escape hatch, instructing them to grab whatever they could on the way out. Fazel grabbed an additional first aid kit. Phillips nabbed a small inflatable raft. Ramey went to the lockout compartment and started opening the hatch.
While the SEALs prepared to abandon ship, Jerry programmed the ASDS to head back out to sea as fast as it could. He set the delay for one minute. Jerry briefly considered sending a “Mayday” but the Iranians would almost certainly pick it up and know they were there. Bad idea. In the end it didn’t matter, as the communication system had been fried when the breaker shorted out. Jerry mentally ran down the emergency destruct bill; there was one last thing to do.
Outboard of the pilot’s seat was a cabinet that held two demolition charges. Jerry couldn’t be one hundred percent sure the after battery would explode, although it was very likely, so he grabbed the charges, removed the backing, and plastered one on the hull above his chair. He set the timer for seven minutes. Popping his connection for the emergency breathing system he headed toward the escape hatch. Along the way he saw the after-battery breaker panel, or what was left of it. A one-foot-diameter circle was just plain missing, vaporized by the sheer amount of electrical power. He paused for just a moment to say “good-bye” to Higgs, then popped his connection again and went into the lockout chamber. He secured the watertight door and set the second charge, this time for six minutes.
Just as he had placed the second demolition charge, Ramey climbed down the short ladder and started opening the watertight door to the operator compartment. Jerry immediately grabbed him and shook his head “no.” Ramey spit out his demand valve and shouted, “I have to get Vern.” Dumbfounded, Jerry pushed him back and said, “He’s dead. There is nothing you can do.”
The platoon leader acted like he didn’t even hear Jerry. “I can’t leave him behind!”
Ramey was a powerful man and Jerry physically couldn’t hold him back, so he grabbed Ramey’s harness and swung the SEAL around to face him. “I said abandon ship, Mister! The demo charges are set and that battery could go any second.”
Ramey stood there confused; he looked at Jerry and then the watertight door. Jerry could see his mind racing, but had no idea what dilemma was causing his wheels to spin. Jerry in turn was getting frustrated and angry, he’d given this junior officer a direct order and he seemed unwilling to follow it. But before he could say anything else, the ASDS shook violently and Jerry saw flames in the transport compartment. Ramey saw it, too. They were running out of time.
With every ounce of strength, Jerry pushed Ramey against the ladder, grabbed his face, and yelled, “We are done here. Get your ass off my boat
Reluctantly, Ramey climbed out and dove into the water. Jerry followed and closed the upper hatch just as water started pouring down into the lockout compartment. Another explosion threw Jerry off of the ASDS and into the cool waters of the Persian Gulf. Treading water, he watched as the minisub dove beneath the surface for the last time.
“Conn, Sonar,” Buckley’s voice boomed from the intercom, “Loud explosions bearing zero two two.”
“Sonar, Conn. Repeat your last,” Simmons replied anxiously.
“Conn, Sonar. Multiple explosions bearing zero two two.”
“Sonar, Conn, aye.” Simmons didn’t even have to look at the chart. He knew exactly what was supposed to be on that bearing. He picked up the mike for the 1MC, the ship’s general announcing circuit, keyed the mike, and said, “Captain to control!”
6
UNFRIENDLY SHORES
She’d forced herself to eat, in spite of her fluttering insides. She had the baby to think about, and had dutifully worked her way though rice and vegetables at dinner, although it was a mechanical exercise. She felt a little light- headed, detached from herself.
It seemed like a fantasy. Normal people didn’t pass nuclear information to a foreign country. They didn’t meet American commandos on a beach. Maybe they’d stopped being normal when the two of them had decided to act on their consciences. She wanted a place to work and live as a family. She wanted them all to be safe and unafraid. Was this the price?
After an early dinner in Bandar Kangan, they’d wandered the town, having explored it thoroughly that afternoon. It had let her walk off some of her nervousness before one final visit to their hotel room.
It was supposed to be a stop to visit the bathroom and pick up a jacket, but they’d never come back here again. She’d packed lightly, with clothes for three nights, but now she would abandon it all. The instructions had said no luggage or belongings, but she took photos of her parents and tucked them into her jacket pocket. She changed her scarf, putting on her favorite, and stuffed another piece of material, a gift from her father, in the other pocket.
Yousef came out of the bathroom. “Are you ready?” She nodded, hesitating at first, then firmly. He’d changed into his uniform, and was wearing his sidearm. They’d discussed it, and had decided it might help if a Basij patrol or the police stopped them. He wore the sidearm because it was part of the uniform, not because he expected to use
