LEVIATHAN

Alvera braced herself as the pummeling continued. Heirthall was ramming the uppermost deck and tower into the shelf, causing damage to the topmost sensors housed in the conning tower.

She happened to look into the flickering hologram in time to see six blips light up at fifty-plus miles. They were bearing right on Leviathan.

“We have torpedoes in the water—they have us locked at long range!”

Alvera wasn’t concerned with the American-made Mark 48s, as they could easily lose them under the shelf at the extreme range at which they were launched.

“We have a bearing on Missouri‘s location. Should we fire torpedoes?” the acting weapons officer asked.

“Yes, launch tubes one through ten. Blow the Americans out of the water,” Tyler shouted as he tried in vain to get his men on the radio.

“Belay that order. We have to get to the launch point. Concentrate all efforts on regaining control and—”

Leviathan slammed into the ice again. This time it wasn’t as devastatingly harsh as her engines, near to reactor scram, started pulling her back from the surface.

“We have regained all helm controls. The command suite has been isolated.”

“About time,” Tyler said as he slammed his phone down.

“Sergeant, I suggest you get the captain secured before she attempts something else.”

Tyler started forward, grabbing the command security element as he hurried out.

“Ten degrees down bubble. Give me full dive on the planes; bring reactor power to fifty percent and go to thirty knots. Quiet the boat as much as possible and head to the launch point.”

“We will have enemy torpedo contact in four minutes. They have to be advanced Mark forty-eights.”

“Prepare to launch forward tube twelve electrically, tube twelve only. Set nuclear yield to one megaton—after launch, take Leviathan deep to two thousand feet.”

“Yeoman, we still have flooding in the forward areas. The observation compartment is fully flooded; pumps are inoperative in that section.”

“We’ll have the power to pull out toward the surface; the reactors are cooling.”

As they waited, Leviathan leveled off. The command crew felt the gentle release of air as one torpedo left the bow tube with a computerized order to detonate in the path of the incoming American weapons.

“Give me fifty degrees down bubble; engines to flank. Take us to two thousand feet!”

Leviathan laid her nuclear egg, and then dived for deep water where no man or machine could ever reach her.