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whistled a soft tune. As the cockpit began to warm up a little more, he slowly moved to click on the small metal blade fan in front of him. “
Ahhh
, that’s better.” He closed his eyes to let the warmbreeze dry his face while US-1 and US-2 looked at each other as if they were not going to let him off the hook quite so fast. “Why do you call him Wolfe?”
    “Yeah, why is he Wolfe? Is it a code name like ours?”
    Dr. Wycliffe carefully put his spectacles back on then took another small sip, with no apparent hurry to answer their curious query. He squinted swallowing again. His comrades’ stares weren’t going away, so he looked back at the two of them and shook his head, smirking. “Because that’s his name. I think deep down, he sees himself as a wolf.”
    US-1 rebutted, “But I thought—”
    “You thought nothing…I’m in command here. He chose you two, didn’t he? Give the dead man what he wants, for God’s sake.”
    Dr. Wycliffe quickly explained, “Okay, now, as hard as it may be for both of you, I’m qualified to be in charge—fully. First, let me start by saying that you should call me ‘Doc.’ I don’t feel like being too formal anymore. Second, stop thinking this mission is too big—even though it is.” He muttered to himself, “Christ O’Mighty,
this is big
. What am I saying? Erase what I just said…do your job as if it is the most important thing in the world.”
    US-1 and 2 both nodded. “Yes, Doc.”
    “Okay, Doc, no problem.”
    Doc went on, “My first line of business…US-1 is the midshipman—”
    US-2 threw his arms up. “
Ah
, I knew it even before we even got on board.”
    Doc politely waited for the complaining to end. “As I was saying …Number One is the midshipman who will be in charge should something happen to me. Now as for you, Number Two, if you would be so kind as to continue backing into the waves so we can turn around and get out of here.”
    Doc shook his head as if problems had already started when they hadn’t even begun. Still, he shrugged it off andbegan commanding: “Go ahead and turn her around in thirty seconds…then get us in drive…we’ve got to make time. Number One… set the sonar and depth-finder…check the underwater reefs…give me some depths. And Number Two? When the time comes, set the forward navigation controls on automatic…fifteen knots until we break the waves.”
    US-1 reported, “Checking…reefs are barely going to clear, Doc.”
    Doc moaned, “
Hmmm
…sounds a little rough going out. Be sure buoyancy set to maximum.”
    Just about then a good-sized wave hit the stern, rocking the ship. They looked overhead and watched the suds silently coast over the glass.
    Doc took another nip from his flask and said with a changing smile, “Well, US-1, US-2…here’s to you two and the US
Wehrwolf
…oh, and this baby here too, of course. We’re headed for—where?”
    US-1 and US-2 chuckled, “The United States.”
    “Yeah,
ha ha
…Theee United States of Americaaaa! I’ll drink to that.”
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Chapter 2
    As Wolfe stood still on the beach, he watched the vessel quickly vanish through the waves until nothing of her was left to see. He stood there for quite some time afterward, long enough to at last notice the storm this time. The brunt of the storm had quickly vanished out to sea with the vessel. While choosing not to be in a hurry, he took his time turning around and then began his long trek back to wherever he had to go.
    He didn’t get very far when he sensed an unexpected presence just ahead within the nightscape. Upon second glance, he apprised himself that it had to be an intruder directly in front of him no more than twenty meters away. Once he got a focus on the person’s faint whereabouts, he also noticed that the intruder was watching him from the vantage point of a small bluff.
    Quickly, he threw back the flap of his trench coat and drew his Luger pistol to fire when he heard the voice of a woman. “Don’t shoot!