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The SAMs raced in at their targets with a closing speed of over two thousand miles per hour； directed in by the reflected waves of the ship's own fire…control radars。 At a range of a hundred fifty yards from their targets； the warheads detonated。 The Aegis system did quite well。 Just over 60 percent of the targets were destroyed。 There were now eighty…two ining missiles targeted on a total of eight ships。
Other missile…equipped ships joined the fray。 In several cases two or three missiles were sent for the same target； usually killing it。 The number of ining 〃vampires〃 dropped to seventy； then sixty； but the number was not dropping quickly enough。 The identity of the targets was now known to everyone。 Powerful active jamming equipment came on。 Ships began a radical series of maneuvers like some stylized dance； with scant attention paid to station…keeping。 Collision at sea was now the least of anyone's worries。 When the Kingfish got to within twenty miles； every ship in the formation began to fire off chaff rockets； which filled the air with millions of aluminized Mylar fragments that fluttered on the air； creating dozens of new targets for the missiles to select from。 Some of the Kingfish lost lock with their targets and started chasing Mylar ghosts。 Two of them got lost； and selected new targets on the far side of the formation。
The radar picture on Nimitz suddenly was obscured。 What had been discrete pips designating the positions of ships in the formation became shapeless clouds。 Only the missiles stayed constant： inverted V…shapes； with line vectors to designate direction and speed。 The last wave of SAMs killed three more。 The vampire count was down to forty…one。 Toland counted five heading for Nimitz Topside； the final defensive weapons were now tracking the targets。 These were the CIWS； 20mm Gatling guns； radar…equipped to explode ining missiles at a range of under two thousand yards。 Designed to operate in a fully automatic mode； the two after gun mounts on the carrier angled up and began to track the first pair of ining Kingfish。 The portside mount fired first； the six…barrel cannon making a sound like that of an enormous zipper。 Its radar system tracked the target； and tracked the outgoing slugs； adjusting fire to make the two meet。
The leading Kingfish exploded eight hundred yards from Nimitz's port quarter。 The thousand kilograms of high explosive rocked the ship。 Toland felt it； wondering if the ship had been hit。 Around him； the CIC crewmen were concentrating frantically on their jobs。 One target track vanished from the screen。 Four left。
The next Kingfish approached the carrier's bow and was blasted out of the sky by the forward CIWS； too close aboard。 Fragments ripped across the carrier's deck； killing a dozen exposed crewmen。
Number three was decoyed by a chaff cloud and ran straight into the sea half a mile behind the carrier。 The warhead caused the carrier to vibrate and raised a column of water a thousand feet into the air。
The fourth and fifth missiles came in from aft； not a hundred yards apart。 The after gun mount tracked on both； but couldn't decide which to engage first。 It went into Reset mode and petulantly didn't engage any。 The missiles hit within a second of one another； one on the after port corner of the flight deck； the other on the number two arrestor wire。
Toland was thrown fifteen feet； and slammed against a radar console。 Next he saw a wall of pink flame that washed briefly over him。 Then came the noises。 First the thunder of the explosion。 Then the screams。 The after CIC bulkhead was no longer there； instead there was a mass of flame。 Men twenty feet away were ablaze； staggering and screaming before his eyes。 Toland's only thought was escape。 He bolted for the watertight door。 It opened miraculously under his hand and he ran to starboard。 The ship's fire…suppression systems were already on； showering everything with a curtain of saltwater。 His skin burned from it as he emerged； hair and uniform singed； to the flight deck catwalk。 A sailor directed a water hose on him； nearly knocking him over the side。
〃Fire in CIC！〃 Toland gasped。
〃What the hell ain't！〃 the sailor screamed。
Toland fell to his knees and looked outboard。 Foch had been to their north； he remembered。 Now there was a pillar of smoke。 As he watched； the last Kingfish was detonated a hundred feet over Saratoga's flight deck。 The carrier seemed undamaged。 Three miles away； Ticonderoga's after superstructure was shredded and ablaze from a rocket that had blown up within yards of her。 On the horizon a ball of flame announced the destruction of yet another…my God； Toland thought； might that be Saipan？ She had two thousand Marines aboard 。 。 。
〃Get forward； you dumbass！〃 a firefighter yelled at him。 Another man emerged to the catwalk。
〃Toland； you all right？〃 It was Captain Svenson； his shirt torn away and his chest bleeding from a half…dozen cuts。
〃Yes； sir；〃 Bob answered。
〃Get to the bridge。 Tell 'em to put the wind on the starboard beam。 Move！〃 Svenson jumped up onto the flight deck。
Toland did likewise； racing forward。 The deck was awash in firefighting foam； slippery as oil。 Toland ran recklessly； falling hard on the deck before he reached the carrier's island。 He was in the pilothouse in under a minute。
〃Captain says put the wind on the starboard beam！〃 Toland said。
〃It is on the fucking beam！〃 the executive officer snapped back。 The bridge deck was covered with broken glass。 〃How's the skipper？〃
〃Alive。 He's aft with the fire。〃
〃And who the hell are you？〃 the XO demanded。
〃Toland； group intel。 I was in CIC。〃
〃Then you're one lucky bastard。 That second bird hit fifty yards from you。 Captain got out？ Anyone else？〃
〃I don't know。 Burning like hell。〃
〃Looks like you caught part of it； mander。〃
Bob's face felt as if he'd shaved with a piece of glass。 His eyebrows crumpled to his touch。 〃Flashburns； I guess。 I'll be okay。 What do you want me to do？〃
The XO pointed to Toland's water wings。 〃Can you conn the ship。？ Okay； do it。 Nothing left to run into anyway。 I'm going aft to take charge of the fire。 munications are out； radar's out； but the engines are okay and the hull's in good shape。 Mr。 Bice has the deck。 Mr。 Toland has the conn；〃 XO announced as he left。
Toland hadn't conned anything bigger than a Boston Whaler in over ten years； and now he had a damaged carrier。 He took a pair of binoculars and looked around to see what ships were nearby。 What he saw chilled him。
Saratoga was the only ship that looked intact； but on second glance her radar mast was askew。 Foch was lower in the water than she ought to have been； and ablaze from bow to stem。
〃Where's Saipan？〃
〃Blew up like a fucking firework；〃 mander Bice replied。 〃Holy Jesus； there were twenty…five hundred men aboard！ Tico took one close aboard。 Foch took three hits； looks like she's gone。 Two frigates and a destroyer gone； too…just fucking gone； man！ Who fucked up？ You were in CIC； right？ Who fucked up？〃
The eight French Crusaders were just making contact with the Backfires。 The Russian bombers were on afterburner and were nearly as fast as the fighters。 The carrier pilots had all heard their ship go off the air and were consumed with rage at what had