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Gulf of Lingard

The Fedeation Coast Guard Cutter Valiant cut through the water. Ships CO, Captain Tom Markwright stood at the front of the ship watching as the water parted in the way of the Ship. Looking up he could see the blue sky above the blue sea below. Tom frowned as he saw a ship in the Distance. Seconds later the General Alarm sounded. Tom turned and ran to the Control room.

"Captain in Control" A Ensign sounded as Tom arrived.
"Alright, lay it out for me" Tom ordered.
"Powered Yaught, class III, not authorised, no clear markings, no flag" One of the Weapons System Officers replied.
"Double checked on the Authorisation?" Tom asked.
"Yes sir, shouldn't be here"
"Alright lets comm them" Tom ordered taking a mouthpeice and nodding to WSO.
"Unidentified Vessel of our Port Bow, this is the Coast Guard Cutter Valiant, please state your intetions at this time" Tom Instructed.
Silince from the Radio.
"Nothing" the WSO commented.
"Alright, intercept course, launch the Helo" Tom Ordered.

As the Ship headed towards the yaucht A Jayhawk lifted off from the Ship and began to fly towards the Yaucht. Once it arrived it maintained postion in front of it. The Helicoptor Pilot announced using a speaker.
"Unidentified vessel, cut engines immediatly and prepare to be boarded"
The Spotter gasped as he saw something on the yauch.
"Weapon, WEAPON, WEAPON!" He shouted.
The Chopper pulled away and took up postion behind. Seconds After the Message was sent back to the Ship the Valiant fired a warning shot from her Gun. The Yaucht eventually came to a stop and the Valiant pulled along side.

ooc: mind if I rp the yaucht?

The captain of the yaucht had seen the shot land past the bow... The navigator looked up

"Sir, we're being fired upon!!

captain:" Don't you think I know?"..."any luck with the radio?"

"Nothing yet sir, it was pretty banged up after that storm"

The military vessel pulled up along side it.

Captain: " I'm positive they've tried to contact us..alert the team of the situation, and stand by for a possible bording action.......and cut the engines"

"Will do"

The captain was angry....everything was going perfect...and now this?

FCG Valiant

Tom Announced over loud hailer.
"Unidentified Yaucht, place weapons on the deck, have your crew stand against the side rail, prepare to be boared"
FCG Enlisted Crewmen, Armed with MP5's stood ready to board the Yaucht. Other Enlisted Crew began to send over a gangplank.

In a nondescript building, a man was huddled over a computer, listening intently into a pair of headphones. As he heard the cutter report in, he picked up a cell phones and dialed a number. "Hello? Yah, it's me, Lucas. Listen, the Coast Guard intercepted our friends. Yah, them. This could get bad quick. I'll keep listening, in the meantime you know what to do? Good." Lucas hung up the cell phone and continued to listen in.

The captain had heard the order...

Captain:"there are too many of them......very well, issue the order, and do what he says....Tell the Major to get his team up on deck as well, with all weapons."

"yes sir"


On deck, 8 crew members stood against the rail, while 6 people in obvious military garb brought up boxes, and weapons cases. They stood open, revealing Beretta Storm Carbines, Glock pistols, G36k assault rifles, stun grendades, as well as several medium sized closed boxes. After the last case was brought up, they stood with the crew, and waited further contact from the Coast Guard ship.

FCG Valiant

"Jesus!" Tom commented as their weapons were revealed "Swap them out For M4's"
The MP5's were replaced by M4's before the boarders went onto the ship. They were followed by others armed with the MP5's and some more with Glocks who handcuffed the Crew.

The crew were brought onboard the ship, in silent, though stares were exchanged.

At the Colonial Defense Headquarters, Admiral Gaius Johnstone was in a foul mood

"No one knows what happened to our team....the last we heard, the mission was accomplished!"

A young Lt. replied "Last we heard, they were moving into a storm, to avoid tracking by enemy forces"

Gen: Could they have been ship wrecked?

Lt: Not likley, it was a small storm, and a very experienced crew

Gen:"Any word from our friends in Comorostan?"

Lt:"nothing yet si--"

An officer rushed into a room, with a piece of paper in his hand..

Officer: "General, satelite imaging picked up this in the suspected aftermath photos of the storm."

The picture showed two boats alongside each other, one obviously military, and the other appeared to be a civillian ship of some sort.

Gen"That has to be them...tell any of our ships in the area, to maintain a distance of 5 km, and attempt to radio the unknown military vessel."

Gulf of Lingard

One man stood on the deck of the aged Yacht. In his hands were a pair of binoculars, through which, he watched the Coast Guard ship, and the other yacht, quite carefully. As he stood watched, two men, came on deck, and quickly put up the flag of the Complex Bureaucracy of St Fabian. Before returning to the cabin. The yacht was currently running on sails, which meant it really wasn't going anywhere with these winds. The deck of the yacht, had a few things on it, and most were covered by tarps. Hopefully, they could slip by, unnoticed.

FCG Valiant

As the Crew was detained In the Brig of the Valiant and the boarders searched the ship. The Ships Captain was brought to the Prow, under armed guard, where Tom was stood.
"You Illigally Entered our Territorial waters, why?" Tom asked.

Lucas was back on his cell. "It's confirmed. The crew surrendered. Lingard got the full load."

On the other end, a man swore. "We need to get control of this situation. Now."

The Captain thought for a moment.....he wasn't going to give all away, just yet...

"We had entered a storm last night, and knocked or communications out, and our GPS...when the stor passed this morning, we had no idea where we were"


Meanwhile, 100km to the south, the Colonial Fleet destroyer, Odysseus had heard the message from command.

Captain Thuler: "cancel current operations, and turn the ship north, full speed ahead."

"Even If that's true, why the hell do you have that much Weaponary On your ship?" Tom asked

Ah!.....the captain had expected this.....giving away the truth would have been treasonous had a superior rank been there....and giving away state secrets wasn't really up his alley either, so he lied...

"We are transporting high end weapons to my client, and this ship's owner. He is a military buff, and a gun connoisseur." He was able to obtain such weapons, for he has contacts in the military, which is why we had military escort"

Gulf of Lingard

The captain, continued to watch from the deck, as the men on the yacht surrendered to the other ship. He was soon interrupted, however, when a crewman came up to him. "Sir, there is an unidentified ship, approaching from the South, approximately 60 km out."
The captain was displeased. all this military activity around. It just wasn't good. "Understood, do you have the sat-photo with you?" The crewman handed it to him. It appeared to be military. Were they moving to intercept them? "Stow all the cargo, and prepare for the possibility of boarding," the captain said, as he looked back towards the other Yacht.

FCG Valiant

"Well unfortuantly, transporting weapons into our Waters is against our Fedearal Laws, so until we can confirm this etc, you are all under arrest"

Command Centre

"General Quarters!" XO, Lt Commander Frank Hunter annoucned "Unidentified Military Contact heading straight for us, Captain to the Bridge!"
The Yaucht Captain was taken to the Brig and TOm arrived back on the Command Centre.
"Report"
"Unid on Radar, Mil spec, heading our way" Frank said
"Shit, any other cutters in the area?"
"Thompson, twenty miles away, along the coast abit"
"Request their assist"

OOC: I'll be posting again in a couple of hours

Lucas looked at his screen. "Looks like our friends in Augmark are taking this into their own hands." Then his phone went off. He picked it up, and a voice started talking. "The ISF will be outside your room in two minutes. Get moving. Destroy everything." Lucas was shaking. "OK." he put down the phone, then grabbed a pistol off his bedside table and began firing into the computer. After five shots and some kicking, the hardrive was totally destroyed. Lucas packed a small jump bag, then exited the hotel room and starting briskly walking down the street as the Internal Security Force vans drove up.

Lieutenant Smith winced involuntarily as a wave splashed over the periscope. He glanced briefly at the new inexperienced planesman. "Jimmy?"

The Diving Officer stepped up beside him.

"Take the bow planes, Jimmy."

The Diving Officer stepped over to the planesman, tapped him on the shoulder and hooked his thumb in an unmistakeable step-aside gesture. He slid into the planesman's seat and took the familiar bow-plane wheel in his hands.

"Take us up a meter," Smith said. The grey water slowly dropped below the periscope. He could see what looked like a yacht and a coast guard cutter. "Lot's of drama," he said, mostly to himself.

The captain, probably wouldn't have noticed it, if he hadn't been staring at the other two ships, quite close to the yacht, a periscope popped up. He had not noticed it before, because it was so low in the water, but not, it was up enough for him to see it. "Wow, this radar absorbent material, is really nifty," he muttered to himself. The yacht had it's engines off, drifting in the wind, so no sonar would detect them. If he wanted to, he could probably swim to the submarine, but that would be foolish. Now, his binoculars drifted from the coast guards ship and yacht, to this new arrival, the submarine periscope.

Lieutenant Smith stood with his feet apart and his arms hooked over the pericsope handles.

"Engines," the sonar operator reported suddenly, "bearing two-four-oh. Sounds big and fast."

Smith turned to look at the newcomer but he couldn't see anything yet.

There was another yacht on the scene now though, too close for comfort - at least it looked like a yacht, but something didn't seem right about it.

"It's like Saturday afternoon at the mall," he muttered to himself. He knew they were in Lingards waters and he assumed that the coast guard cutter belonged there. Who the two yachts were and who the approaching ship was, he didn't much care. "It's getting too crowded," he said, out loud this time. "Down periscope." He folded the handles as the scope slid down into its well. "All astern one third." He turned to the Diving Officer who was still at the planes. "Take her down to sixty meters, Jimmy. We'll pop up a little later, maybe, and see if things have quieted down."

Lieutenant Smith stood with his feet apart and his arms hooked over the pericsope handles.

"Engines," the sonar operator reported suddenly, "bearing two-four-oh. Sounds big and fast."

Smith turned to look at the newcomer but he couldn't see anything yet.

There was another yacht on the scene now though, too close for comfort - at least it looked like a yacht, but something didn't seem right about it.

"It's like Saturday afternoon at the mall," he muttered to himself. He knew they were in Lingards waters and he assumed that the coast guard cutter belonged there. Who the two yachts were and who the approaching ship was, he didn't much care. "It's getting too crowded," he said, out loud this time. "Down periscope." He folded the handles as the scope slid down into its well. "All astern one third." He turned to the Diving Officer who was still at the planes. "Take her down to sixty meters, Jimmy. We'll pop up a little later, maybe, and see if things have quieted down."

[OOC: FYI, the yacht's engines are off, operating on sail power.)

The periscope dropped below the water, and as such, the captains gave returned to the coast guard ship, and it's captive.

[OOC: FYI, the yacht's engines are off, operating on sail power.)
(OOC: I know. The engines we hear are an Augmark destroyer.)

The Chief Engineer, a tall and lanky man for a submariner, threaded himself through the watertight doorway and into the control room. He approached with a clipboard and a worried look, but engineers always look worried, Smith reflected.

"The batteries are getting a bit low," the engineer reported. "We'll need to charge soon or I can't give you full power."

Smith wrinkled his forehead. "I'm not going to snorkel inside somebody else's territorial waters," he said, trying not to sound annoyed. "Jimmy," he called over his shoulder, "How far to international waters?"

"A kilometer or so."

"That's only three minutes at full ahead - allowing for a reasonable 'or so'." Smith turned back to the engineer. "Can you give me twenty knots for three minutes?"

"Sure. Now." The older man scowled slightly. "If you're going to keep putzing around, I won't promise it later."

Smith smiled. "Okay. Let me know before it's too late. As much as I'd love to take her home right now, we have to earn our big bucks somehow, don't we?"

The captain sighed....at least the lie seemed to work

"very well then.....I request that my crew not be treated poorly, and would like to know what will happen from here"



Odysseus

The ship halted its foward movement, aproximatley 5 km away from the Coast Guard ship.

"Sir we have reached our destination, and are maintaining a northward drift"

Admiral"Very well, launch a heli to survey the area, and get Fleet Headquarters on the horn"

A single SH-3 Sea King takes off from the platform, and begins to circle the area.

"Sir, we have evidence of a sub operating in the vicinity of the coast guard ship"

Admiral" keep it tracked, and don't let it enter the 1 km radius around this ship."

Fleet Headquarters

The High Admiral was reading a message from the Odysseus
"It seems they found the team, tell the admiral not to engage, tel him to hold his position, until further notice."......"Tell our Comorostan friends to initiate Protocal H(ooc:make it up)

His aid looked up:"should we reveal this to the Quorum?"

Admiral:"No, at least not yet, if this does spiral out of control, I'm confident we have the ability to engage and keep the crisis covert"

FCG Valiant

"We are not barbarians, you will be well treated, you will be transported from this ship to Coast Guard Station Crimson as the earliest Convieniace"

Command Centre

"5k" The WSO officer reported.
"Comm them" Tom ordered.
The WSO nodded and Tom Spoke "Unidentified Ships, please explain your presence close to Lingard's waters"

FCG Valiant

The captain was led to the brig, where his team was. He entered the cell, and as the guards walked away, he turned to the major..

"Did you scuttle the package?"

"Yeah, I had Laura and the new guy do it.......container CX-5777"

The captain turned pale"WHAT!...He lowered his voice" I told you to toss container CX-765!"....."Your telling me they have the package on board this ship, and could very well be rumaging through it as we speak!!!"

The major's stomach dropped....he managed to croak out an "oh sh**"


CFS Odysseus

"Admiral, we have an incoming transmission....from the Lingard Coast Guard Base....they demand that we identify ourselves"

The executive officer spoke up "Patch me through"

"This is the XO of the Destroyer Odysseus of the Colonial Fleet of Augmark".....We recieved a distress call from a civillian yaucht operating in the area, and their beacon went dead...We are searching for suvivors....." he waited for a reply, as all on the command deck showed their aprecciation of the XO's quick lie.

FCG Valiant, Main Deck

Crewmen were searching through the containers that had been brought over, searching for more weapons and what not. A young Petty officer came across one saying CX-765

FCG Valiant, Command Centre

"Odysseus, Valiant, we beleive we have the ship and crew in quesston, currently in our custody" Tom replied

Gulf of Lingard

The captain, started to wonder if they had been detected. No radio chatter had indicated so, are at least he had not been notified of such, and the ship did not appear to be moving to apprehend. He relaxed, however kept his binoculars focused on the coast guard ship. This was the crucial moment, and they would soon, if they had not yet, cross over into Lingard's waters. The fact that action had not been made, to intercept them as of yet, indicated that the yacht had not been detected.

FCG Thompson

The Coast Guard Cutter Thompson moved up the Coast as quickly as she could. Responding to a assist call from the Cutter Valiant. Ahead they could see the Cutter and just about the Destroyer in the area. Something else caught their attention. Another Yaucht, moving towards the mainland. Whilst still ready to assist the Thompson slowly headed towards the second Yaucht

Lieutenant Smith sat up in his bunk and looked at his watch.

As he made his way toward the control room, he heard footsteps behind him, turned and saw the mess orderly following him with a cup of coffee. "Thanks, Adderly," he said, taking the cup. He entered the control room, ducking and stepping through the watertight doorway carefully to avoid spilling his coffee. "Anything new, Sonar?" he asked, knowing they would have woken him if there was.

"No. It's pretty quiet."

"Okay. Helm, come to zero-zero-zero degrees."

"Zero-zero-zero, aye."

"All ahead one-third."

"All ahead one-third, aye."

"Jimmy?"

The First Officer appeared at his elbow.

"Take us to international waters. Make sure we're well ouside the limit."

The First Officer nodded. He never acknowledged an order with more than a nod. That's what came from calling him by his first name, Smith decided.

"Go to red light," Smith added. The red lights came on and bathed the control room in an eerie glow.

Gulf of Lingard

The same crewman, returned, to inform the captain. "Sir, we have another ship inbound. Literally, it's track puts it heading straight towards us," he said pointing towards a bump on the horizon. The captain looked at it.

"Well, lets get below deck," the captain said, following the crewman into the ship. The ship continued to sail forward, engines off. This was about to get quite interesting.

FCG Thompson

"Another Yaucht?" The Ships CO asked.
"Confirmed, Seems to be under sail power at the moment, no engines engaged" WSO replied.
"After the day we're having I'm not going to rule anything out, get me on the comms" The CO ordered.
"Ready" the WSO reported.
"Unidentified Yacht, This is the Coast Guard Cutter Thomspon, requesting your intentions at this time" The CO asked

Lieutenant Smith swung the periscope from side to side slowly. The ships were far enough away that he couldn't tell them apart except by position. "Are you sure we're in international waters?"

"By a half-kilometer, at least," the First Officer said.

"Surface," Smith ordered. "Break out the battle flag. Wait, scratch that. Let's call it the 'peace flag'." If they know who we are, maybe they'll realize we're not a threat, he thought to himself. "Stand by torpedoes," he added, just in case.

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Smith climbed the ladder, undogged the hatch and heaved it open. Everything was still streaming with water and the sunlight was almost painfully bright. He stepped up to the bridge coaming and brought up his binoculars. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see two crewmen draping the large flag over the side of the tower.

CFS Odysseus

The XO heard the reply, and thought for a moment.."If that's the case, then you are holding Augmark nationals, and equipment....which I must assume strayed into your territorial waters. we demand that all Augmark personel and equipment be handed over to us, to be debriefed, and detained until a an international comittee can review the charges".......he really did not care for dipomacy and would rather shoot first and ask questions later, but protocal was protocal.

In the navigation deck below, tension grew.

"Sir, we have confirmation of a second Lingard Vessel aproaching the area"

"Keep it tracked, and report any sudden change in direction" said the Colonel

Colonial Fleet Headquarters

The Admiral looked pale as he read the message.

"Comorostan tracking does not confirm the beacon of the package in the water"

"which means it's aboard the Lingard Ship....."

He turned to his aid....."Do we have diplomatic relations with Lingard?"

Aid:"I do not believe so sir"

"Then find all the information you can about them......if they find the package, and figure out what it is, this could get real ugly"

Gulf of Lingard

There was no reply from the yacht, and no visible movement on board. Within, people were busy scrambling around, making plausible damage to significant components, including the engines, and radios. They were specifically, doing enough damage, to explain why they were where they were, and why they could not respond to the calls, however, would be easily reparable with proper equipment. The ship continued to drift, the St. Fabian flag fluttering in the wind.

FCG Valiant

"The Crew has already been transported to a Coast Guard staion to await a decision on charges relateing to a rather large amount of weaponary stored aboard their ship" Tom replied, Bluffing about the location of the Crew. He then picked up a paper pad and wrote on it to his XO.
Contact the Navy, see if anything they brought has arrived yet

Navy Station Tango

"Sir, Message from Coast Guard, poteintialy hosile Destroyer in zone 12, request to know if any of our purchases have arrived yet" A Lt Commadner Commented.
"First of the Governor Class Cruiser arrived from Comorston right?" The Admiral asked.
"Twetny Minutes ago"
"Get her out their, ASAP!"
Out in the Port the sirens began to wail and a crew was quickly cobbled together and the first ship of the New Lingard Navy set forth, her eta, thirty minutes. The Ship with only a skeleton crew, headed into a poteiintail fire fight

FCG Thompson

The Cutter moved closer towards the Yauch, the ships Jayhawk took of and began to fly over towards it.

Gulf of Lingard

The crew of the ship had just finished their work, when the chopper was heard overhead. The captain, then came up on deck, and waved at the chopper, as if he was trying to attract their attention. When there was not an immediate response, he fired a flare gun into the air.

CFS Odysseus

The XO was concentrating this was getting tense...way too tense. He wondered why command had placed so much importance in the equipment onboard the ship

"Keep this line open, will respond shortly"

He turned to the Admiral..."What should we do, any word fro-" He was cut off, and alarm blared.

A Lt. stood up "Admiral, we have another contact moving from Lingard territory, confirmed military, in the Cruiser tonnage"

The Admiral was suprised.."What is going on here?...."

The XO turned back to the mic.." FCG Valiant, we have identified one of your military vessles entering the area, what are your intentions at this time?"

Colonial Fleet Haedquarters

"What is going on out there....?"

Lt. "A Lingard military vessel is aproaching our destroyer sir"

"Ughh......what is our strength in the area?"

"Just the Odysseus sir......we do have a carrier battlegroup operating about 1,000 km south"

"Very well, tell Fleet Admiral Tyrol to move the group within 600 km of the engagement zone, within 26 hours"

An aid rushes in the room

"what is it"

Sir, you better see this...

"In the next room, on the television, shows two ships side by side, the Lingard ship, and the Yaucht, as well as a report of possible smuggling"

"Sir, the Quorum is demanding a response from the military at this time...we believe the same thing is happening in Lingard"

"Sh**.....order a press blackout, and stall them for me"

I think we're clear, Smith said to himself, squinting into the hazy distance. He picked up a microphone, "Sonar?"

"Sonar, aye."

"Play it, Sam."

"Play it, aye."

If there's anybody out there listening on sonar, this will drive them crazy, Smith smiled to himself. The boat's speakers began to play:

"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Ev'rywhere you go;
Take a look in the five-and-ten, glistening once again
With candy canes and silver lanes aglow.
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas,
Toys in ev'ry store,
But the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will be
On your own front door."

CFS-Pompei- Ohio Class nuclear Submarine

The navigator looked up.."Sir, we have something on sonar"

The Colonel took the headphones" What the hell?....play this on speakers"

-"-like christmas, Toys in ev'ry store......"

"Looks like we have some holly jolly hooligans out there somewhere....play this for me"


"I'm Mister White Christmas
I'm Mister Snow
I'm Mister Icicle
I'm Mister Ten Below
Friends call me Snow Miser,
Whatever I touch
Turns to snow in my clutch
I'm too much!....."

"Bridge, Sonar."

Smith picked up the microphone. "Go ahead, Sonar."

"We have a reply."

"Let's hear it."

The sounds wafted from the boat's loudspeakers, "I'm Mister White Christmas, I'm Mister Snow...."

Smith laughed. Somebody was out there but who? "Belay music," he said. They'd have to wait for a more conventional communication.

FCG Valiant

The Captain was pale...."Well, at least you scuttled the black box recorder"

The Major banged his head against the wall "Ughhhh!!!!!"

The Captain was livid "Holy Frack, If we get out of this, you're dead!"

In the Cargo bay of The Valiant(ooc: hope I'm not overstepping my boundary here.....it'll move things along

IC: A lone security guard was walking through the crates of weapons, when he came across a small black box, he picked it up, and it went on

"Roger that Echo 3, we will hit the rendezvous point at 19:00 hrs"
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"Echo 3 this is Colonial 2, we have landed and are 5 klicks east of the package"

"Roger Colonial 2"
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......gunfire in backround "Echo 3, we are supressing fire, squad 2 has infiltrated the compound, and....yes, we have confirmed, the package has been retreived"

"Colonial 2, tell the squad to handle with care"
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....sound of motor vehicle "Echo 3, we are headed southbound towards the dock,"

"Roger Colonial 2, Do not drop the package, and be careful, if that thing his breeched, you will all be dead before you can say ...well....just be careful"

"Echo 3, what is it.....?"

"That's classified, but I will tell you if this were released into population centers, it could kill millions"

"Roger that Echo 3, we're at the dock now"
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"Echo 3, if you are hearing this, we are moving into a storm, being persued by gun boats, we should loose them in the squal, the package is-".......static.....recording ends

FCG Valiant

"Our intention is to protect our waters and our laws" Tom replied before being distracted by a WSO who played a message from a guard in the hold
"Sir, advise General Quarters, beleive package of unknown bio hazard to be aboard, I'm bringing the black box up as we speak"
Tom went pale "General Quarters, all hands, repeat General Quarters all hands"
The Valiant was soon in a frenzy of action as the crew went to general quarters.

FCG Thompson

"Unidentified Yacht, prepare to be boarded" The Jayhawk announced over a loud speaker.

Lieutenant Smith stood on the bridge with his feet apart and his elbows on the coaming, watching the ships through his binoculars. It's like a Shriners' convention over there, he said to himself. Any chance we had to learn anything is long gone, he decided.

He picked up the microphone. "Control Room, Bridge."

"Control Room, aye."

"Plot a course for home, Jimmy. There's nothing to see here."

"Home, aye."

"We'll run on the surface until we're well clear. No sense in letting them think we're up to something. And it'll give Mr. Lemming's batteries a chance to charge too." He could feel the boat begin to swing away from the action. "Tell radar and sonar to keep their eyes and ears open. I don't want any surprises."

"Eyes and ears, aye."

How many days to the Barbican? Smith asked himself. The depot ship would be a welcome sight.

Gulf of Lingard

The captain continued to wave friendly towards the helicopter. Upon looking down, he noted some thing poking out from under one of the tarps on deck, and quickly secured it. Below decks, men were awaiting a sign, which would inform them on how to proceed.

FCG Thompson

The Thompson moved closer to the yaucht, prepareing to pull along side

Gulf of Lingard

"Thank Bob you're here," shouted the Captain to the approaching ship. "We've been drifting for days." He waved them closer. The men below had their instructions, and one of them, pressed a small button covered by the edge of a painting on the wall. Most of the men then ventured upstairs. They would not need to worry if these men found any of the secret compartments.

The Thompson pulled alongside the Yaucht. The Jayhawk touched down on the Landing pad at the stern of the Cutter.
"Please Identfy yourselves"

"Thank Bob you are here," replied the Captain. "We have been drifting for so long, we believed we would die out here. I am Captain Jose Juan Caine. How far have we come from St. Fabian?"

"Many miles, stand-by to receive inspection and medical teams" Thompson's CO responded as the Team was prepared on the deck of the Thompson.