By Joe Buff
Reactionary enemy regimes have brutally taken command in South Africa and Germany. U.S. and ecu delivery lanes are unexpectedly less than assault. global warfare is handy -- and for the ruthless Berlin–Boer Axis, the devastating guns of selection should be tactical nukes used at sea. The Voortrekker, a deep-diving cutting-edge German submarine, is at the prowl, wearing extra onboard firepower than some of the world's countries own -- and the crippled sub USS Challenger is the single weapon in America's arsenal which could fit up with the silent killer. however the nation's final desire is in dry dock -- and Captain Jeffrey Fuller, Challenger's tremendous, pushed skipper, needs to get his broken boat again in motion weeks earlier than it's battle-ready. Fuller has confronted Voortrekker long ago and, in contrast to such a lot of others, he survived. This time, even if, the struggle will occur in waters a ways too deep for a standard sub to resist. And this time the prize can be the United States.
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She saw the tall artdeco Chrysler Building nearby. Its silvery spire came right up to her eye level, a fifth of a mile in the air. Ilse glanced downwind, toward lower Manhattan. The skyscrapers now had blackout curtains drawn in all the tiny office windows. So did the shorter buildings in the foreground, near Greenwich Village and other residential neighborhoods. All vehicles on the streets had headlights hooded to narrow slits, painted blue. Only every third streetlight was on, and the bulbs were dim red.
The pictures from outside came through the hull on fiber-optic 44 Joe Buff wires—there were no old-fashioned periscope tubes to be raised and lowered, no handles to grab, no one-eyed lady to dance with as an observer scanned the horizon. Instead, crewmen near Van Gelder used small joysticks to make the image sensors pan around. On a main display at the front of the control room, Van Gelder watched what the periscopes showed, the surface wave crests stretching into the distance. On every side of the ship, large blue swells were topped with whitecaps.
The shells exploded in midair, more hard and sudden bangs and flashes. More heavy-caliber guns opened fire. Their muzzle discharges stabbed and slashed at the sky. Each shot, then each shell’s detonation, lit 26 Joe Buff the scene like infernal flashbulbs. Ilse saw the whole sky fill with fluffy balls of smoke from the flak. Now she smelled the stinking, acrid fumes, brought by the wind. Her eardrums started to ache from the constant punishment. Antiaircraft missiles launched from Newark and Kennedy airports, and these streaked into the sky.
Crush Depth by Joe Buff