Operation Wolfe Cub: A Chilling Historical Thriller (THE TIME TO TELL Book 1) by H.C. Wells
Authors: H.C. Wells
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the two subordinate officers followed. All three of them jockeyed for a vantage point to see what they could see with binoculars. Immediately, they caught up with the tiny black speck heading west in a streaming fountain of glory.
Hildegard looked even more perplexed when he saw the little, black, wedge-shaped vessel with airplane wings arch up and throw a jet stream at least four times her own height. Not only that, it was hard to ignore the sound he thought he heard. He cupped his ear out to sea. “Listen to it…
hmmm
, that’s no sitting pigeon. She’s armed deadly… noisy too.”
One of his subordinates asked, “
Kapitanleutnant
Hildegard. Is it kind of water rocket or something?”
The other subordinate next to him lowered his binoculars. “Never heard such a noise. I can still hear it.”
Hildegard tried yanking his frustration down with his binoculars. Death signals quivered from his eyelids as he watched the tiny-but-mighty black speck magically get away. “
Hurenshohn
21 …a water rocket? Don’t be funny,
Einfallspinsel!
22 We missed them, can’t you see?”
The chief of the crew skipped up on the bridge to ask Hildegard, “Shall we send out a U-boat to scout her?”
“No! It’s too fast. I doubt they’ll return anyway…
hmmm
, they’re going somewhere. I can tell.”
The crew chief lowered his head and began to make his way back to the control room, when Hildegard shouted, “Wait!”
“
Jawohl, Kapitan
?” 23
“Take a countermeasure…they’re heading for the Strait of Gibraltar…our U-boats…are they still sleeping somewhere along the opening?”
The chief stepped forward, rather excited. “Yes! They’re right off the Shores of Morocco…we have four that could position an ambush.”
“Good. Radio and tell them
Kapitanleutnant
Hans Hildegard of the
Zestorer Z91
wants to seek a countermeasure against a small, unidentified warship. Tell them to set an ambush at the Pillars of Hercules and stagger all four of them.”
“
Jawohl, Kapitan!
”
Hildegard continued, “And tell them to stay submerged close to the surface and spot from their conning towers. She’s a high-speed, floating craft with guns—that’s all.”
“
Jawohl, Kapitan
…anything else?”
“Salvage the ship, if possible. We need to see the kind of enemy she is.”
Hildegard pulled his binoculars up to his eyes once again, speaking more calmly, “Commence firing until they’re out of sight, anyway.”
“
Jawohl, Kapitan
.”
In the midst of making time and skimming across the ocean, US-1 kept an eye out through his binoculars. It wasn’t long before he saw the distant ship light up her turrets once again with heavy cannon fire. “Incoming, due any second!”
Huge rounds made a sinister sound as they hurled close by, splashing the waters several hundred meters behind them.
Doc looked back while navigating still. “
Ha haaa
! We’re free!”
Just as US-1 and 2 began to celebrate, Doc interrupted, “We’re not out of this yet…US-1, how far to the Strait of Gibraltar if we run steady at one hundred knots?”
US-1 grabbed his pencil and notepad, made a few calculations, and then spun the eraser in his mouth. “We should get there by dusk.”
“Good. US-2…take the controls. I’m too old for this.”
“I thought you’d never ask, Doc.”
Doc strained as he nodded. “Very well then…at the count of three, ready US-2?”
“Ready.”
“Okay, then…one, two, three.” The Doc switched his master controls off as US-2 took over. He then fell back into his chair in the company of his own exhaustion.
US-1 grabbed the Doc on the shoulder. “You okay, Doc? That was some kind of excitement back there.”
“Yes, thank you. I’m all right. Just a little dizzy, I suppose.”
Something came to mind to Doc right about then. He looked around before he finally felt his upper coat pocket to find what he was looking for. Quickly, he reached for his apparent long-awaited reward, his shiny silver
Hildegard looked even more perplexed when he saw the little, black, wedge-shaped vessel with airplane wings arch up and throw a jet stream at least four times her own height. Not only that, it was hard to ignore the sound he thought he heard. He cupped his ear out to sea. “Listen to it…
hmmm
, that’s no sitting pigeon. She’s armed deadly… noisy too.”
One of his subordinates asked, “
Kapitanleutnant
Hildegard. Is it kind of water rocket or something?”
The other subordinate next to him lowered his binoculars. “Never heard such a noise. I can still hear it.”
Hildegard tried yanking his frustration down with his binoculars. Death signals quivered from his eyelids as he watched the tiny-but-mighty black speck magically get away. “
Hurenshohn
21 …a water rocket? Don’t be funny,
Einfallspinsel!
22 We missed them, can’t you see?”
The chief of the crew skipped up on the bridge to ask Hildegard, “Shall we send out a U-boat to scout her?”
“No! It’s too fast. I doubt they’ll return anyway…
hmmm
, they’re going somewhere. I can tell.”
The crew chief lowered his head and began to make his way back to the control room, when Hildegard shouted, “Wait!”
“
Jawohl, Kapitan
?” 23
“Take a countermeasure…they’re heading for the Strait of Gibraltar…our U-boats…are they still sleeping somewhere along the opening?”
The chief stepped forward, rather excited. “Yes! They’re right off the Shores of Morocco…we have four that could position an ambush.”
“Good. Radio and tell them
Kapitanleutnant
Hans Hildegard of the
Zestorer Z91
wants to seek a countermeasure against a small, unidentified warship. Tell them to set an ambush at the Pillars of Hercules and stagger all four of them.”
“
Jawohl, Kapitan!
”
Hildegard continued, “And tell them to stay submerged close to the surface and spot from their conning towers. She’s a high-speed, floating craft with guns—that’s all.”
“
Jawohl, Kapitan
…anything else?”
“Salvage the ship, if possible. We need to see the kind of enemy she is.”
Hildegard pulled his binoculars up to his eyes once again, speaking more calmly, “Commence firing until they’re out of sight, anyway.”
“
Jawohl, Kapitan
.”
In the midst of making time and skimming across the ocean, US-1 kept an eye out through his binoculars. It wasn’t long before he saw the distant ship light up her turrets once again with heavy cannon fire. “Incoming, due any second!”
Huge rounds made a sinister sound as they hurled close by, splashing the waters several hundred meters behind them.
Doc looked back while navigating still. “
Ha haaa
! We’re free!”
Just as US-1 and 2 began to celebrate, Doc interrupted, “We’re not out of this yet…US-1, how far to the Strait of Gibraltar if we run steady at one hundred knots?”
US-1 grabbed his pencil and notepad, made a few calculations, and then spun the eraser in his mouth. “We should get there by dusk.”
“Good. US-2…take the controls. I’m too old for this.”
“I thought you’d never ask, Doc.”
Doc strained as he nodded. “Very well then…at the count of three, ready US-2?”
“Ready.”
“Okay, then…one, two, three.” The Doc switched his master controls off as US-2 took over. He then fell back into his chair in the company of his own exhaustion.
US-1 grabbed the Doc on the shoulder. “You okay, Doc? That was some kind of excitement back there.”
“Yes, thank you. I’m all right. Just a little dizzy, I suppose.”
Something came to mind to Doc right about then. He looked around before he finally felt his upper coat pocket to find what he was looking for. Quickly, he reached for his apparent long-awaited reward, his shiny silver
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