voice neutral. âI donât like those limits myself, but weâre stuck with them at the moment. Do you want me to follow the plane or to look for the submarine?â
Storm, apparently interrupted, glanced at someone else on the bridge.
âWe can continue to track him with our radar,â added Dog. âOut to about three hundred miles or so, maybe more depending on his altitude.â
Storm turned back to the screen and raised his hand. âHold on Bastian, hold on.â
âHey, Colonel, I have the aircraft on the viewscreen,â said T-Bone over Wisconsin âs interphone. âComputer canât ID it, but itâs about the size of a Cessna. Two engines.â
âYou think thereâs a possibility that plane launched a torpedo?â
âDoesnât look big enough. Hard to tell from here, but guessing from the size of the engines and given his speed, I doubt he could have taken off with it. You might have a better idea.â
âDoesnât look likely,â said Jazz, whoâd brought up some of the data on his screen. âIf itâs a smuggler, he might have been working with that tanker. Might be a seaplane.â
âIâm not positive itâs a seaplane,â said T-Bone.
âThanks. Stand by.â
He glanced at the video screen at the lower left of his control panel. Storm was still busy, so Dog used the circuit to talk to Starship. â Wisconsin to Werewolf One . Starship, this is Colonel Bastian. How are you?â
âBusy, Colonel; just coming up to the Indian destroyer now. But OK, sir.â
âCan you give us anything else on that aircraft? Was he aboard that tanker? Next to him? Had he been in the air and en route south?â
âDonât know on any of that, Colonel. Iâm sorry.â
Starship broke to answer a communication from the destroyer; Dog heard him being directed to the starboard side of the ship, where the destroyer had several men in the water.
âAll right, Werewolf One ,â said Dog. âContact us when you get a chance.â
âWerewolf,â said Starship quickly.
âBastian?â
âYes, Storm. Go ahead.â
âConcentrate on the submarine. Whereâs the Piranha?â
âThe aircraft carrying it will be taking off in about an hour.â
âHurry it up. Get it over there ASAP.â
âRoger that.â Dog switched over to the interphone. âT-Bone, continue to track that aircraft Werewolf was after. Update me every few minutes.â
Aboard the Abner Read,
off the coast of Somalia
2018
S TARSHIP COULD SEE THE I NDIAN DESTROYER LISTING HEAVILY to its starboard side as he approached. The torpedo had exploded close to the hull, but either by deft maneuvering or good luck, the Indian warship had sustained only a glancing blow. That was still enough to do heavy damage, however, and the crew was working feverishly to block off sections of the ship that were being flooded.
The Werewolfâs searchlights made small circles on the foaming waves near the crippled ship. A small boat had disembarked from the destroyer and was approaching the area. Starship dropped the robot aircraft into a hover, concentrating on illuminating the area near the boat.
The Indian ship radioed to ask that he move toward the bow of the destroyer. It took a few seconds for Starship to understand what the radioman was saying through his accent.
âRoger that. Moving toward bow.â
Large bits of debris floated near the ship. The Werewolfâs search lamps caught a twisted pipe sticking out from the side of the ship, an obscene gesture directed back at whoever had attacked it.
Something bobbed at the far right of his screen, just outside the area he was illuminating. He nudged the stick, moving the robot helo toward it and zooming his optical video feed to full magnification.
A head bobbed in his screen.
â Calcutta , I have something,â he told the destroyer.
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