Piranha

They were turning again, this time south. Zen made another course correction, then studied his sitrep map on the far-right screen. He guessed the subs were making an end run around the back of the carrier task force.

Zen glanced over at Je

“Hey, Jen, we’re going to have to drop a buoy soon.” He said.

“Yeah,” she said. “I just want to make sure they’re going to hold roughly this course. I’ll work it out with Captain Stockard.”

“You have to watch the carriers.”

“I know.”

“I know you know.”

“There’s a comeback for that, but I don’t remember what it is.”

Zen turned his attention back to the screen. He realized he’d slipped a big off-line, and started to correct a little too quickly. The probe went too far right, then wallowed a bit as he overcorrected. He backed off, easing his grip.

A warning tone buzzed in his ear. He started to frown, thinking the computer was scolding him, then he realized it was showing a new contact.

“Je

Je

“Not one of ours?”

“Hang on.”

He could hear her pounding her keys.

“Doesn’t appear to match. We can check with PacCOm, though, see if the position would match. I think it’s the Indian. It’s got to be. Can you hold your position while I talk to the Piranha people and see if I can get more data?”

“The Chinese subs are trucking,” he told her.

“Well, hang back a little while I get Commander Delaford. They’re not using active sonar?”

“They haven’t since we came on.”

The probe’s nose began to oscillate; he’d moved it too fast. Zen gently applied pressure to get it into a wide circle, where it stabilized.

“The Indian sub is supposed to be further south and to the east,” said Je

“We’re going to need that buoy soon,” Zen said, pushing up his speed.

Aboard the trawler Gui in the South China Sea

2100

It would not be an exaggeration to say things had gone in completely the opposite direction from what Chen Lo Fa

A

The course must be reversed. To do this, however, he would have to go well beyond his mandate. He would have to violate his orders. In a way that was most unambiguous.

There was no choice, though. He would use the robot planes; not to spy, but to provoke the Communists. They would think they were American U/MFs; they would attack in turn. The Americans would have to retaliate. It would be a replay of the events a few months before, but this time the Americans would have no reason to stop. This time, they would a

His own government would be displeased with his methods. Despite the outcome, he would be punished. But Chen had no choice. Disaster loomed, and he could not count on fortune reversing herself without his own action.

As he went to board the helicopter that would take him to the dragon ship, Fa

Aboard Quicksilver

2100

“Redtail One to Quicksilver. You reading us there, Air Force?”

Brea