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“You mean go toe to toe with her, don’t you?”
“We’ll need a distraction to get in close, but, yeah, that’s what I’m thinking.”
Max was silent for a moment. Naval war-fighting doctrine had changed dramatically in the years since missiles had been perfected. No longer did heavily armored battleships pound at each other with their big guns, hoping for a hit. Sea battles now oftentimes were fought with the combatants hundreds of miles apart. The power of high-explosive-tipped missiles made thick plates of protective steel superfluous, so modern navies rarely bothered.
The Oregon had built-in protection, but not against the Sidra’s three-inch cannons, and certainly not if she managed to slam a couple of Styx missiles into Oregon’s side. Juan was proposing to get close enough to the Libyan frigate to send across a boarding party under the full onslaught of the Sidra’s guns and missiles.
“When was the last time two capital ships dueled it out like this?” Hanley finally asked.
“I’m thinking March ninth, 1862, at Hampton Roads, Virginia.”
“The Monitor and the Merrimack?” Juan nodded. Max added, “They fought to a draw. We don’t have
that option. And you do realize that unless we sink her as soon as we have the Secretary, we’re going to have just as tough a time getting clear again. We might get lucky sneaking up on their ship, but don’t think the Libyans are gonna let us just sail away, you know?”
“Already thought about that.”
“You have an idea?”
“No,” Juan said airily. “But I have thought about it.”
“And your distraction? Any ideas on that front?”
“Don’t have the foggiest. But since we’ll attack under the cover of darkness, we’ve got until dusk to come up with one. One thing, though . . .”
“Yeah?”
“A ship the size of the Sidra is going to take twenty minutes or more to sink, no matter how we do it. That’s more than enough time to give the Oregon a missile enema.”
Max put on a long-suffering expression. “Oh, you are just full of cheery news, aren’t you?”
“I’ll add insult to injury. Before we face the Sidra, we’re loading our new Libyan friends into our lifeboats. I don’t want them aboard when we go into battle. So if something goes wrong, we’ve got no way off the Oregon.”
“Why did I ever take that first phone call from you all those years ago?” Max cried theatrically to the ceiling.
“Chairman,” the comm officer said, “you have another call coming through.”
“Linc?”
“No, sir. Langston Overholt.”
“Thanks, Monica.” Juan donned a headset and keyed his computer to accept the call. “Lang, it’s Cabrillo.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Good. Tired, but good.”
“And your guests?”
“Grateful and ravenous. They’ve gone through half our stores in a single day.”
“I’m calling for an update and to give you some news.”
“Tariq Assad just showed up near where my people are looking for Suleiman’s tomb.”
“He’s the official who Qaddafi’s government said is Al-Jama?”
“And it would appear they were right, and we helped him escape and nearly lost a man doing so.”
