Von Neumann’s War

“Light chop,” the SEAL said. “Now, out there, we’ve got seven to ten foot waves. There’s a storm coming in from the southeast, which is why they’re running so high. It’s gonna be interesting getting out to the sub. We surfed most of the way in.”

“There wasn’t anybody at the base,” Cady said as they cleared the cove and the first real wave hit them. The nose of the boat pitched up until it was pointed at the sky and the kayak rolled slightly to the side. Then it headed for the trough like a rocket, the bow digging into the oncoming wave and covering the front of the kayak in green and white water. Then they headed back up the next wall of water. “Jesus!”

“Think of it as a free roller coaster ride!” the SEAL yelled against the stronger wind that was blowing in the open ocean. “Once we get out a bit it will get less choppy! We might even be able to use the sail!”

“Sail?”

“Hey, you want me to have to paddle the whole way?”

Through the maelstrom of water Cady saw a spout and at first thought it might be a whale. But when two more came up he realized it was something else.

“Is somebody throwing grenades?” he yelled.

“Right,” the SEAL called back. “Signaling the boat mission accomplished. We’ll head out to sea a ways and then signal them in. It’ll take a few hours. You just sit back and relax.”

The kayak was still pitching around like a live thing, but the SEALs seemed to have things in hand. And he wasn’t getting seasick, which was a blessing. He never seemed to get air-sick, but the one time he’d been in a boat deep-sea fishing with a retired buddy, he’d gotten sick as a dog despite the pills he took. Whatever that patch was they’d put on him, it seemed to work.

Not for Jones, though. He saw the specialist was bent over puking up his guts.

The seat in the kayak was pretty comfortable and there was enough room for his feet. It was also warming up from his body-heat. Since the water was going to be around freezing, it must have been insulated somehow. It was nice and comfy except for the constant up and down, side-to-side motion.

It had been a long damned mission. The sergeant major crossed his arms in front of him, bent his head and went to sleep.

* * *

“We’re here!”

Cady lifted his head and rubbed his eyes to get some of the encrusted salt off. Sure enough, there was a submarine on the surface with people up on the conning tower.

“We sure there are no probes around?” Cady asked.

“No,” the SEAL admitted. “But we better hope they ain’t.”

The sub was big. Vast even. And the sides were rounded and looked very slippery. Then there was the fact that the waves were washing over the side.

“How the hell are we going to…” Cady said, then shook his head again as the rear portion of the sub seemed to bulge upwards. In a moment two vast clam-shell doors had opened up and big cranes were lifting into the air.

“They’d been working on this before the probes got here,” the SEAL said. “It’s an Ohio Class converted for covert ops. They changed the design a little for the new missions, but not much.”

One of the kayaks had paddled up to the side and the cranes let down lines that were hooked up to hard points on the front and rear of the kayak. Then the whole thing, kayak, people and gear, was lifted into the air and over the side of the sub to disappear behind the doors.

There were two cranes in operation and before long it was Cady’s turn. He grabbed the swinging line and got the hook attached to the eyelet on the front of the kayak then held on as it was lifted into the air. The kayak was swung over the doors and then hung suspended for a moment over a huge cavernlike hold that must have been three stories deep.

“This is the old missile compartment,” the SEAL said as they were lowered into the hold. “Go ahead and unstrap; we’re going to unass as soon as we hit the bottom.”

Cady got the straps and poncholike arrangement off and as soon as the kayak settled into a cradle he climbed out. Some SEALs and sailors grasped the lines on either side of the kayak and lifted it off the cradle. The lines from the crane started retracting upwards to pick up another boat.

Cady grabbed one of the handholds and helped the group carry the kayak to a rack, setting it on the third tier. Then he and the SEAL opened up the cargo compartment and he retrieved his pack and minigun.

“Nice rig,” the SEAL said, nodding at the weapon. “You’ll want to clear it in here. The armory is on the forward bulkhead. We’re bunked forward, I suppose I’ll see you around.”

Cady wasn’t too sure which way was forward at this point, but he saw the CO in conversation with a Navy guy with captain’s bars. That made him a lieutenant in the Navy and since he was in khakis he must be from the ship.

“The next one is the live one,” the CO was saying as he approached. “How are you going to handle it?”