When the executive officer loudly knocked on his cabin door, Commander Bob Gillmore’s eyes flew wide open and his heart rate instantly increased. He reluctantly opened the door and recognized the concerned look in Todd Lassiter’s eyes.
“It’s a go, skipper.”
“Okay,” Gillmore said as he yawned and rubbed his eyes. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Fresh coffee all around.”
“It’s brewing, sir.”
“You do good work.”
After closing his door, Gillmore squinted at the multifunction display near his bunk, noting that Hampton was loitering in its assigned position in the Gulf of Oman. He quickly brushed his teeth, then dressed and opened his personal safe. He removed the sealed orders and then joined Lassiter in the officers’ wardroom.
Over a cup of fresh coffee, the two of them opened the orders and studied the details of the mission. Afterward they called the officers and the chief of the boat for a thorough briefing, then told the crew about the imminent strike on Iran.
Their reactions ranged from stunned silence to open excitement as the young sailors prepared to launch six Tomahawk surface-to-surface missiles. Gillmore and his senior officers went over the mission orders and reviewed the accompanying rules of engagement. When the last questions were answered, the petty officers manning the BSY-1 (busy one) combat system activated the power for the weapons and loaded targeting information and flight profiles into the missile’s memory systems. The flight paths of the Tomahawks were programmed to avoid population centers and remain below Iranian radar coverage. Using satellite navigation and sophisticated terrain-tracking electronics, the missiles would strike within a few feet of a target.
Shortly after the combat system was activated, Hampton rose to its launch depth twenty-five nautical miles north of the Tropic of Cancer. Moving slowly through the dark water, the attack submarine sprouted a mast to take a final navigational fix from the Global Positioning System satellite constellation. As a precaution, Lassiter used a slide rule, compass, and trigonometry to plan the attacks by hand.
Minutes after the XO had completed his calculations, the hydraulically actuated doors of the vertical launch system opened and an explosive charge propelled the first Tomahawk up through the protective covering over its stainless-steel container. Entering the water, the missile shot upward until the booster rocket fired, thrusting the Tomahawk clear of the Gulf.
The missile immediately tilted over and jettisoned the burned-out solid booster, sprouted wings and a tail, lighted the turbojet engine, made a small directional correction, then headed for its preprogrammed destination near Bandar-e Abbas. Skimming above the surface of the water, the Tomahawk tracked precisely on a course defined by the acutely accurate terrain-following navigation system. When the powerful missile approached land, it would follow the eastern shoreline of the Persian Gulf, then make a tiny heading change to strike its target at the nuclear storage-and-assembly facility adjacent to the port at Bandar-e Abbas.
A half minute later a second Tomahawk rocketed out of the water to follow the first missile to the same target. Like the first Tomahawk, it tilted down and the booster fell off, but the turbojet lighted a second late. The missile almost impacted the water before it gained speed, stabilized in the proper attitude, then flew unerringly toward its destination.
Gillmore tried to ignore his fear of being discovered by an Iranian Kilo-class diesel-powered attack submarine. If one or more of the subs happened to be lurking in the vicinity, they might have detected the extremely loud noises generated by the Tomahawk launches. Feared because of their super-quiet, stealthy traits, the Russian-manufactured 244-foot Kilos were almost impossible to detect passively when they were operating on their batteries.
The task of detecting them was made even more difficult when they were “sleeping” on the bottom of the Gulf in relatively warm, shallow water. Acquired for the purpose of controlling access to the vital Strait of Hormuz choke point, the 3,077-ton (submerged displacement) submarines were intended to be Iran’s equalizers when dealing with the overwhelming power of the United States Navy.
The missile launch sequence continued at thirty-second intervals until the last Tomahawk blasted out of the water and turned on course. The final three cruise missiles were targeted at a nuclear research-and-weapons storage warehouse located at Bushehr.
After the sixth vertical launch tube filled with water and the hatches were closed, Commander Gillmore breathed a sigh of relief and ordered a communications mast to be raised. Via satellite, he sent a short confirming message to the Pentagon, then prepared to dive deeper and set course for the middle of the Arabian Sea.
Less than a minute after Hampton launched her last Tomahawk, Cheyenne began launching her cruise missiles toward the same targets. Stabilized at her launch depth sixty-five nautical miles southwest of the border between Pakistan and Iran, Cheyenne’s Tomahawks were programmed to reach Bushehr and Bandar-e Abbas three minutes after Hampton’s last missile hit its target.
Startled by the first explosive noise that reverberated through Taregh, Captain Mehdi Rafiqdoust quickly recovered. With his heart racing, the Kilo-class submarine skipper anticipated the next loud report, as did the stunned operator of the acoustic receiver. After the second powerful explosion, Rafiqdoust had no doubt; he’d stumbled across an American submarine. An American sub that was launching missiles. This was obviously the reason Tehran had ordered his crew to go to combat readiness condition one.
His last communication with Dauntless confirmed that Taregh was loitering in a position where the American battle group had passed many hours before. Aware that U.S. nuclear attack submarines — sometimes more than one — generally accompanied carrier battle groups, Rafiqdoust hesitated a moment. Was the undeclared war between Iran and the United States now a shooting war? The rift had been the lead story on every news program for the past two months.
Rafiqdoust exchanged a glance with Commander Fathi Ashmar, his intensely fierce second in command. The small man’s unblinking stare left no question about his feelings. The men nodded in silent agreement. Convinced that his country was being attacked by the Great Satan, Rafiqdoust gave the order to attack the enemy submarine.
“We are at war,” he said grimly, then smoothed his thick mustache. “We will sink the American submarine.”
Well trained and motivated, the Iranian officers and sailors swung into action on the skipper’s command. Two Russian advisers gave Rafiqdoust weak, but polite smiles and made their way to their berthing quarters. The Varshavyanka-class sub experts had strict orders from their superiors in Moscow; they were not to take part in any hostile military engagement.
By the time the American’s fifth weapon was away, Rafiqdoust had the range and bearing to the noisy target. Elated by his good fortune, his mind raced in search of anything that might be questionable about his logic. One last analysis before he fired the first torpedo. Are the Americans launching their weapons at Iraq?
If so, an unprovoked attack on a U.S. Navy submarine would be a huge political embarrassment. It could end his career and cost him his life. On the other hand, if Rafiqdoust was correct in his assumption, and he managed to sink the enemy sub, he would have enormous leverage to move to the highest circles in the Iranian Navy.