The Final Countdown Page #3

in the 200-meter band.

Otherwise, we're dead

as a doornail.

- Ops, what's our radar picture?

- Radar shows us clear, sir.

Clear? Can't you see

that Russian trawler?

I have the signal officer

on deck, but no visual sighting, sir.

Keep me advised.

Navigator, what's our posi?

Oh, Dick. Launch a Hawkeye

to check ship's communications

a Crusader to make a photo run over

Pearl and put two Tomcats on ready alert.

- Aye, aye, sir.

- Captain! Captain!

Hey, what happened?

Frankly, I don't know.

Lieutenant, have the heads

of all departments

meet me at C.V.I.C.

immediately after the launch.

Aye, aye, sir.

- Mr. Lasky, I want you to stay with me.

- Captain's off the Bridge.

It's a code.

Can you break it,

Chief?

- I think someone's putting us on.

- Why?

Because I learned this code

at Great Lakes. It's ancient.

Thanks, Chief.

Stand clear at 012.

Hawkeye rotating.

Off the bow, stand clear.

736 lifting for plane guard.

Hold it! Hold it! Hold it!

- Go hold your own!

- Who said that?

Chrissakes, Chief, all we want to know

is what's going on.

- Whatever it is, you'll be told.

- When?

- As soon as the skipper's ready.

- That's what they always say!

Hey, Ex-O, what's goin' on?

Attention on deck!

Carry on.

Gentlemen, we're at general quarters,

because I don't have any idea what's happened.

But I don't exclude

the possibility of war.

- A nuclear strike?

- Possibility.

- Now, what action's been taken?

- Well, Skipper

there's nothing on the Threat Board

and there's been no

significant damage to the ship.

- The crew's in good shape.

- Air wing is intact. First team's ready to go.

E-2 is now showing the area clear,

and reconnaissance aircraft

should be coming up on Pearl, sir.

The reactor is stable.

All readings are normal.

Capable for maximum speed,

Captain.

- Lloyd.

- We can transmit and receive

- but we haven't been able to reach anybody.

- Why's that?

Tried everybody in the book...

CI NPAC, Joint Chiefs...

I even took a crack

at the White House.

Now, we do have some low-band

transmissions...

strictly manual

stuff with very low power.

We'll have to do some retuning

to transmit in that range.

Get on with it!

- Ops?

- All radar's up, all weapon systems check out.

- We're ready, sir.

- Mr. Lasky. You have anything to add?

- No, sir, not at this time.

- Skipper.

I have a reconnaissance report

coming in now, sir.

Flight level 250.

Camera rolling.

There doesn't appear to be any damage.

Seems to be some unusual shipping traffic.

I'll make another pass

for a close-up series.

- Over.

- E.T.A. to Nimitz, 12 minutes, sir.

Skipper, we're picking up some weird

traffic on the A.M. broadcast band

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