Mancuso ordered Mannion to lower everything but the ESM and UHF antennae.

Atlantic Fleet Communications

In Norfolk the first line of the dispatch revealed the page and line of the one-time-pad cipher sequence, which was recorded on computer tape in the maximum security section of the communications complex.  An officer typed the proper numbers into his computer terminal, and an instant later the machine generated a clear text.  The officer checked it again for garbles.  Satisfied there were none, he took the printout to the other side of the room where a yeoman was seated at a telex.  The officer handed him the dispatch.

The yeoman keyed up the proper addressee and transmitted the message by dedicated landline to COMSUBLANT Operations, half a mile away.  The landline was fiber optic, located in a steel conduit under a paved street.  It was checked three times a week for security purposes.  Not even the secrets of nuclear weapons performance were as closely guarded as day-to-day tactical communications.

COMSUBLANT Operations

A bell went off in the operations room as the message came up on the "hot" printer.  It bore a Z prefix, which indicated FLASH-priority status.

Z090414ZDEC

T O P  S E C R E T  T H E O

FM:  USS DALLAS

TO:  COMSUBLANT

INFO:  CINCLANTFLT

//NOOOOO//

REDFLEET SUBOPS

1. REPORT ANOMALOUS SONAR CONTACT ABOUT 0900Z 7DEC AND LOST AFTER INCREASE IN REDFLEET SUB ACTIVITY.  CONTACT SUBSEQUENTLY EVALUATED AS REDFLEET SSN/SSBN TRANSITING ICELAND INSHORE TRACK TOWARDS ROUTE ONE.  COURSE SOUTHWEST SPEED TEN DEPTH UNKNOWN.

2. CONTACT EVIDENCED UNUSUAL REPEAT UNUSUAL ACOUSTICAL CHARACTERISTICS.  SIGNATURE UNLIKE ANY KNOWN REDFLEET SUB MARINE.

3. REQUEST PERMISSION TO LEAVE TOLL BOOTH TO PURSUE AND INVESTIGATE.  BELIEVE A NEW DRIVE SYSTEM WITH UNUSUAL SOUND CHARACTERISTICS BEING USED THIS SUB.  BELIEVE GOOD PROBABILITY CAN LOCATE AND IDENTIFY.

A lieutenant junior grade took the dispatch to the office of Vice Admiral Vincent Gallery.  COMSUBLANT had been on duty since the Soviet subs had started moving.  He was in an evil mood.

"A FLASH priority from Dallas, sir."

"Uh-huh."  Gallery took the yellow form and read it twice.  "What do you suppose this means?"

"No telling, sir.  Looks like he heard something, took his time figuring it out, and wants another crack at it.  He seems to think he's onto something unusual."

"Okay, what do I tell him?  Come on, mister.  You might be an admiral yourself someday and have to make decisions."  An unlikely prospect, Gallery thought.

"Sir, Dallas is in an ideal position to shadow their surface force when it gets to Iceland.  We need her where she is."