“What are they doing then?” Gav asks.
“I believe it to be a ground search for survivors. They’re parked very near the other camp. We’ve been monitoring all of the C-camp’s activities and it could be that the A-camp team knows of the captives being taken. We know, looking through the video, that they rescued one of those that were out.”
Gav knows the activities of this camp well. They emerge to take hostages and tie one of them up for the infected. The act is offensive to her, but she has elected to do nothing as of yet. She knows they’ve raided an armory at Fort Carson and carry some firepower. She would lose a few of her troops should she attack the cave structure, and luring them out would take considerable resources. They are on her target list though.
As she looks at the live feed, she notes vehicles departing the cave’s parking lot. At first there is a scant few, but then more join them. A short while later, she watches as a small team of nine leave the bushes adjacent to the mine and walks to the Stryker, which departs shortly thereafter.
With her mind working rapidly, she watches the slow progress of the Stryker as it meanders around the urban sprawl on a southerly course. The control room crew has identified the other vehicles that left the cave structure and have them targeted. Her thoughts center.
“You say they are seventy miles away?”
“Yes, Nahmer,” the supervisor answers.
“Thank you. Nicely done,” she says, her accent betraying her origins and she departs the control room.
Crossing the concrete floor of the equipment bay, she walks briskly toward the quarters housing the soldiers. She sees an opportunity to take care of the one group and a chance to whittle down some of Walker’s forces at the same time. If she captures some of them, she may gain some useful information. It’s a risk, but nothing else has worked so far and she’s tired of spinning her wheels. She knows it’s only a matter of time before the A-camp reacts. Sending her men out is risky, but she doubts her base will be hit in the interim.
Satellite footage places the AC-130 back in the Northwest. If they see the Spooky heading their way, she’ll have plenty of time to recall her men. There’s only the C-130 that met with the Santa Fe and is now transiting the southwest. The aircraft is only carrying a small team with one Stryker. They aren’t a threat to her facility or to what she is planning. They’re secure in the bunker and there isn’t any way that Walker’s group can hit them directly.
Her mind wanders to what she would do to attack this facility. Everything is located underground and accessible only via the bunker — she made sure of that. The only exposure they have is the solar farm. They can do without that; they have generators and can rely on them for a significant period of time. If they’re attacked, they’ll just hunker down and wait them out. The other camp doesn’t have enough troops to hold any particular area for long, and the AC-130 can’t stay in the air all of the time. No, they are secure here. However, doing nothing gives the camp basically a free card to play as they will. She needs to keep them off balance and reactive. If she can do that for a period of time, the aircraft fuel will eventually fail, stranding the AC-130, and the scales will shift in her favor.
Doing nothing will give Walker room to do as he will and that worries her more than anything else — what he will do with that kind of freedom. She needs to act, and the lone squad far away from base offers an opportunity. The group from the caves has also emerged in force from the protection of their caves. She can take care of both at once — two birds with one stone.
If in the process, she manages to capture some of Walker’s squad, she can gain additional information, but she won’t do it at the expense of losing her irreplaceable soldiers. Human intelligence offers more than any technical information, but she won’t risk her soldiers going solely for the capture. There’s no doubt she’ll lose some soldiers taking on the small team but, if she goes in solely for the capture, she’ll lose more. The opposing squad has a Stryker, but she has plenty of those in addition to faster moving Humvees. She’ll herd the opposing force into a kill zone. With only a single squad and Stryker, a company of her men should be adequate to take them out. Lacking any communications with their base, they’ll be sitting ducks.
Greg watches the streamers of smoke rising in the air. As he continues to observe from his elevated platform, another dark, oily plume appears, its dark smoke climbing rapidly. Then another… and another. He knows this sight having seen it numerous times during his deployments to Iraq and Afghanistan. It is vehicles being set alight by heavy caliber fire. Another dark cloud of smoke rises in the afternoon sky. The latest plumes are larger…whoever it is causing them is heading his way and drawing closer.
“Driver…. go! Everyone hang on,” Greg yells into the interior. To the two standing by the side of the road, he shouts, “Follow us if you want, but I wouldn’t advise being here in about ten minutes.”
Leonard is awakened and looks at the clock. “What’s up, XO?” he asks, knowing they couldn’t have arrived at San Diego as yet.
Leonard is familiar with the pulse of his boat and instantly knows they’ve come to a stop. “Why have we stopped?”
“Sir, we’re beginning to pick up an increase in radiation levels,” the XO states. “I’ve halted the boat.”
“Where are we?” Leonard asks.
“We’re approximately forty miles to the northwest… on a bearing of 315 degrees from San Diego,” the XO answers.
Leonard can tell from the Santa Fe’s lack of a rolling motion that they are submerged. “I’ll be there shortly.”
“Aye, aye, sir,” the XO says and departs.
Leonard sits up and runs a hand through his hair. He feels significantly older than he did five months ago. Sure there were stresses associated with running an attack sub in war zones but nothing compared to what they’ve been through since. And now they’ve halted when they are almost home. Since the attack on Krandle’s team and getting them safely back on board, they’ve made a run to the south. The medical personnel assured him that the chief’s men would recover fully. An attack of that magnitude took both of them by surprise. With the SEAL Team being his only protection, he’ll be more cautious where he sends them next time. And by the chief’s look as his men were brought below decks, he’ll be reluctant to send his men inland as well.
Splashing water on his face from the tiny basin in his cabin, Leonard dons his uniform top and shoes before making his way to the control room. He is apprised of their position once again. The radiation readings are within tolerable levels, but have steadily risen as they’ve journeyed south. Before they reached marginal limits, the XO dove the boat and ordered a halt.
Their passive sensors indicate all is quiet above.
“Bring us to periscope depth,” Leonard orders.
He feels the boat rise as the buoyancy levels are increased. Looking through the periscope, he performs a three-hundred sixty degree sweep. It’s all clear under an evening sky. The sun is setting on the western horizon bathing everything in its orange glow. Over gentle rollers, Leonard spots land a few miles to the east. To the southeast, toward San Diego, the last of the sun’s rays illuminate a dark smudge lying on the horizon. It’s obvious that this line extends well below the horizon. Looking at the ugly brown blanket covering the sky in that direction, he feels a cold thread of fear work its way inside him.
Continuing to stare through the lens, he watches the warm glow of the sunset spread, igniting the sides of the shroud. The color diminishes as the sun continues its downward trek but the orange glow doesn’t vanish completely.