Typhoon [antikvár]

CHAPTER ONE ACRDSS THE BLUE LINE USS Portland Barents Sea Portland's navigator looked up from his plotting table and said, "Looks like a thousand yards to the Blue Line, Captain." "It looks like a thousand, or it isT said Vann. Lieutenant Commander Whalley said, "It's probably more like nine-eighty, Captain." "Mister Whalley," said Vann, "the navigator of this boát should know its position better than looks like and probably. Try again." Commander James Vann raised a paper cup and let a few ice cubes slide into his mouth. He crunched them to bits as he leaned back on the small, padded shelf set into the forward edge of the periscope stand. It was like sitting sidesaddle on a motorcycle, but then it wasn't designed for comfort. It was there to give him a commanding view of the submarine's con-trol room. Vann could turn his head and take in everything at a glancé. He could reach any of the boat's critical stations in seconds. The contact evaluation plot was mounted directly ahead on the forward bulkhead, with bearings and ranges to every target, every ship, inside Portland's detection rangé. To its left, Vann could read the depth, speed and angle displays mounted over the ship's control station. Turn right and the fire control consoles for her main battery of torpedoes and mis-