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the damn Russian type 53 wake homing fish at us. We have no defense against a wake homer.”
     
    The Admiral’s CoS asks, “Sir, won’t our nixie anti-torpedo system decoy type 53s?”
     
    “Captain, I wish they would. The Nixie system was designed to decoy torpedoes what track targets by sonar. The nixie emits sonar signals that mimic the ship’s sonar return, only stronger. The incoming torpedo is attracted to the strongest signal, it attacks the nixie. A type 53 follows the churned water a ship causes moving through the sea. The torpedo zig zags so its sensor can center the torpedo in the ship’s wake. The only thing that can stop a wake homer is an anti-torpedo torpedo. We tested one last year on the Bush. It only intercepted a wake homer 60% of the time and only if launched when the wake homer was at least 1,000 yards away. Captain, send orders to the destroyers and LCS to shadow every carrier. Every carrier should have one of them using active sonar in their wakes. In the worst case, I’ll sacrifice one of my smaller ships to protect the carriers. Tell the captains of the shadowing ships to be on collision alert. 
     
    “Admiral, are you really planning on using a destroyer as a sacrificial lamb, to suck up incoming fish?”
     
    “The carriers pack the majority of our offensive weapons. Each one costs billions, she takes four years to build, we can’t quickly replace one. Each carrier has a combined crew of 5,000 people. We haven’t lost a carrier since the Second World War, losing one would instantly end my career, hell I could get court-martialed for losing one. Yes, I’m planning on using my small ships to suck up the fish. Can you think of any other way to protect the carriers?”
     
    “No, sir. I’ll issue the orders to the commander of the destroyer squadron. Sir, I’ll make sure the ship captains understand how critical it is to find the Chinese boats.”
     
    “Fill the water around the carriers with sonar buoys, I want to be able to walk on them without getting my feet wet. Let’s start the party, raise the fleet battle flags for the first time since World War 2.”
     
    “Aye, sir.”
     
    Captain Jefferson watched the battle flags rise into the wind above the George Washington, he smiles thinking he’ll be the last captain of a battleship to take part in a surface battle. He picks up the 1MC to make an all ship announcement.
     
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    While we licked our wounds and tried to figure out what to do next, the gangs above us were partying. Big Dutch, the president of the Sons of the Devil motorcycle club, set himself up in my house. The loss of electrical power barely inconvenienced them. Living in a mansion was much better than living on the road. Dutch and his chief advisors tore my house apart, they consumed the food and liquor we’d left behind. Cases of Lacy’s wine are opened and consumed, empty bottles of wine cover our dining room table. Stacked next to Big Dutch are four cases of my imported beer, his feet are propped up on our $6,000 dining room table. Dutch has already finished four beers, he’s working on his fifth while holding a council meeting trying to figure out where we went. “Look assholes, there were around one hundred people here. They were shooting at us. The fuckers were killing us. They set off smoke bombs and just disappeared, where the fuck did they go? No one, let alone one hundred people just disappear. It don’t happen. They have to be here someplace. I want them. They killed and wounded many of our brothers and their old ladies. They destroyed many of our bikes, I want them found.”
     
    Robert, one of the two mob leaders, stands, he approaches Dutch saying, “We lost over four hundred people. You used us as human shields. You hid behind my people, most of whom were unarmed. You used us as the bait so the defenders would kill my people versus yours. All because you have most of the weapons, you used us to soak up the asshole’s bullets, so you