The Hunt for Red October - Tom Clancy [180]
"Bet your ass, uh, sir. You planning to go?" Mannion asked.
Mancuso was judicious. "I think Chambers is up to handling Dallas for a day or so, don't you?"
On shore, a naval officer was on the phone to Norfolk. The coast guard station was crowded, almost entirely with officers. A fiberglass box sat next to the phone so that they could communicate with CINCLANT in secrecy. They had been here only two hours and would soon leave. Nothing could appear out of the ordinary. Outside, an admiral and a pair of captains watched the dark shapes through starlight scopes. They were as solemn as men in a church.
Cherry Point, North Carolina
Commander Ed Noyes was resting in the doctor's lounge of the naval hospital at the U.S. Marine Corps Air Station, Cherry Point, North Carolina. A qualified flight surgeon, he had the duty for the next three nights so that he'd have four days off over Christmas. It had been a quiet night. This was about to change.
"Doc?"
Noyes looked up to see a marine captain in MP livery. The doctor knew him. Military police delivered a lot of accident cases. He set down his New England Journal of Medicine.
"Hi, Jerry. Something coming in?"
"Doc, I got orders to tell you to pack everything you need for emergency surgery. You got two minutes, then I take you to the airfield."
"What for? What kind of surgery?" Noyes stood.
"They didn't say, sir, just that you fly out somewheres, alone. The orders come from topside, that's all I know."
"Damn it, Jerry, I have to know what sort of surgery it is so I know what to take!"
"So take everything, sir. I gotta get you to the chopper."
Noyes swore and went into the trauma receiving room. Two more marines were waiting there. He handed them four sterile sets, prepackaged instrument trays. He wondered if he'd need some drugs and decided to grab an armful, along with two units of plasma. The captain helped him on with his coat, and they moved out the door to a waiting jeep. Five minutes later they pulled up to a Sea Stallion whose engines were already screaming.
"What gives?" Noyes asked the colonel of intelligence inside, wondering where the crew chief was.
"We're heading out over the sound," the colonel explained. "We have to let you down on a sub that has some casualties aboard. There's a pair of corpsmen to assist you, and that's all I know, okay?" It had to be okay. There was no choice in the matter.
The Stallion lifted off at once. Noyes had flown in them often enough. He had two hundred hours piloting helicopters, another three hundred in fixed-wing aircraft. Noyes was the kind of doctor who'd discovered too late that flying was as attractive a calling as medicine. He went up at every opportunity, often giving pilots special medical care for their dependents to get backseat time in an F-4 Phantom. The Sea Stallion, he noted, was not cruising. It was running flat out.
Pamlico Sound
The Pogy came to a halt about the time the helicopter left Cherry Point. The October altered course to starboard again and halted even with her to the north. The Dallas followed suit. A minute after that the Zodiac reappeared at the Dallas' side, then approached the Red October slowly, almost wallowing with her cargo of men.
"Ahoy Red October!"
This time Borodin answered. He had an accent but his English was understandable. "Identify."
"This is Bart Mancuso, commanding officer of USS Dallas. I have our ship's medical representative aboard and some other men. Request permission to come aboard, sir."
Ryan saw the starpom grimace. For the first time Borodin really had to face up to what was happening, and he would have been less than human to accept it without some kind of struggle.
"Permission is—yes."
The Zodiac edged right up to the curve of the hull. A man leaped aboard with a line to secure the raft. Ten men clambered off, one breaking away to climb up the submarine's sail.
"Captain? I'm Bart Mancuso. I understand you have some hurt men aboard."
"Yes," Borodin