11th September
Camellia Carson and Dean Hemmingway each sat at a monitor in the Doomsday Bunker.
‘The password has just changed,’ said Hemmingway. ‘Have you got the coordinates of HMS Resolution from the satellite data?’
‘Yes,’ Carson replied, pressing a key to relay the information to Hemmingway.
Hemmingway typed instructions on his keyboard and then paused before pressing one final key. ‘The order has been sent,’ he said.
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The US submarine captain had been trained well for this eventuality.
It seemed odd – very odd – that he had received an order to sink a British aircraft carrier. He knew, however, that any number of circumstances could lead to presidential instructions for engagement with an enemy and that he should not, under any circumstances, delay the execution of such an order to query its accuracy.
It had taken three hours to reach the correct location. The profile of the carrier was now clear on his screen.
‘Launch torpedoes!’ he ordered.