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U-Boat Part 30

Posted on January 25, 2020January 25, 2020 by Salojin

The conversation had gone hilariously. Perry contacted his liason officer and tried to explain that he was going to need every favor in the book so that he could be believed.

“Yea, yea that’s right. Nazi zombies in diver suits and a ghost U Boat headed for New York..”

Wells leaned forward on the railing, eyeing the coast guard port growing on the horizon.

“The ships designator number was..is U-5918…yes I know it’s weird…”

Perry was beginning to sound less and less hopeful as the conversation droned on. Wells was fighting everything inside to keep from smirking at the communication. He tried to picture the Naval officer at the other end of the line secretly putting Perry on speaker phone and asking him to retell the story so that all the other jag offs in the office and staff could hear. Then Perry’s voiced dropped a decibel, Wells recognized Perry’s response to authority was to seem just as imposing to it.

“Yes, sir. That’s right. About two hours ago now. Couldn’t tell you the speed…aye aye, sir.” Perry let his hand fall to his side and looked up into the fading black to blue sky. Dawn was approaching and with it would be a new set of challenges.

“How’d that go?” Wells said over his shoulder.

Perry wanderer beside his diving partner and leaned on the railing, spying the same coastline with anxious eyes. “I thought we were getting dicked around but it sound like Brunhilde struck a nerve somewhere above us.”

“That so?” Said Wells, leaning to one side to size up Perry’s expression. It never did much good, Wells was animated enough for the pair of them.

“That’s so. They said to remain with the cutter til we were picked up.” Perry gave the slightest nodding gesture toward the deck below.

Wells went back to leaning his weight on the rails, looking over the deckhands below scrambling for docking procedures. “They didn’t happen to say what was coming for pick up, did they?”

Perry spoke toward the horizon, “They did not.”

Back inside the bridge the direct satillite link rang, the ancient sounding bell alarm causing heads to crane about. The chief radio operator leaned back from his station and ackwardly hefted the receiver off the hook and spoke into the red phone.

“Coast Guard Ship Good Faith, Radio Operator Fi-…yes sir. Aye sir.” The young man in dark blue coveralls looked as though he wanted to snap to attention, the rest of the bridge craning around as they heard him speaking on the phone. Akin turned and held out his hand, expectantly. The radioman offered it out and shrugged, “Sir, I don’t know who it is…”

“That’s just keeping with today’s theme, hand it here.” Akin’s humor gauge was empty and his patience had worn to the bone. Holding the receiver to his ear he spoke plainly, “Commander Akin, Good Faith.”

“I am to assume you are the acting officer for the salvage operations of U-5918?”

No introduction, no call signs, and they called from a specific satillite phobe directly to this ship. Whoever was on the other end of the line was somebody with a very expansive reach and not worth starting trouble with, in fact they were probably the harbinger for a number of troubling events around the world.

“That’s correct. Last contact was roughly two hours and ten minutes ago. Last seen by my dive team headed south-south west.”

There was a pause on the line before is crackled with voice, “Commander, make your heading due south of your current position, you will rendezvous with half a dozen helicopters from the Navy. You will be restocked with provisions. A refueling vessel and tinder ship are also en route to the rendezvous point that your navigator should be receiving now. Have you gotten it, Commander?”

Akin turned to view the semi-ancient fax machine from the Cold War, felt his eyes widen as it chirped to life, and began screeching out paper. The navigator looked to Akin, then the paper and tore the sheet from the machine.

“It’s about three hours south, sir.” Said the navigator after a moment of mental math.

“Affirmative, we have the coordinates of the rendezvous point.” Akin replied.

“You are to resume your voyage due south and with all haste, you will be refueled. More instructions to follow. Out.” And the receiver went dead. Akin stared out the windows as the sky began to churn into a deep sapphire, the line of the horizon finally different from the endless black where water met sky. After a moments pause he reached to the ships intercom and keyed the mic twice.

“All hands, all hands, we are shifting route south. Return to primary billet stations. Return to primary billet stations. Salvage team, report to the bridge. That is all.”

His hand clasped the reciever into its place on the radio and then went to rub some of the tired from his face. It was going to be a harsh morning and a long day.

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