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inboard of these openings . . .  must be six or seven feet across. How about launch tubes for the new cruise missile they're developing?”
    “That's what the Royal Navy thinks. I had a chance to talk it over with their intelligence chaps. But I don't buy it. Why put an anti-surface-ship weapon on a strategic platform? We don't, and we deploy our boomers a lot further forward than they do. The doors are symmetrical through the boat's axis. You can't launch a missile out of the stern, sir. The openings barely clear the screws.”
    “Toward sonar array,”
    
    
     Davenport
    
    
     said.
    “Granted they could do that, if they trail one screw. But why two of them?” Ryan asked.
    Davenport
    
    
     gave him a nasty look. “They love redundancies.”
    “Two doors forward, two aft, I can buy cruise missile tubes. I can buy a towed array. But both sets of doors exactly the same size?” Ryan shook his head. “Too much of a coincidence. I think it's something new. That's what interrupted her construction for so long. They figured something new for her and spent the last two years rebuilding the Typhoon configuration to accommodate it. Note also that they added six more missiles for good measure.”
    “Opinion,”
    
    
     Davenport
    
    
     observed.
    “That's what I'm paid for.”
    “Okay, Jack, what do you think it is?” Greer asked.
    “Beats me, sir. I'm no engineer.”
    Admiral Greer looked his guests over for a few seconds. He smiled and leaned back in his chair. “Gentlemen, we have what? Ninety years of naval experience in this room, plus this young amateur.” He gestured at Ryan. “Okay, Jack, you've set us up for something. Why did you bring this over personally?”
    “I want to show these to somebody.”
    “Who?” Greer's head cocked suspiciously to one side.
    “Skip Tyler. Any of you fellows know him?”
    “I do,” Casimir nodded. “He was a year behind me at
    
    
     Annapolis
    
    
    . Didn't he get hurt or something?”
    “Yeah,” Ryan said. “Lost his leg in an auto accident four years ago. He was up for command of the
    
    
    
     Los Angeles
    
    
    
     and a drunk driver clipped him. Now he teaches engineering at the Academy and does a lot of consulting work with Sea Systems Command—technical analysis, looking at their ship designs. He has a doctorate in engineering from MIT, and he knows how to think unconventionally.”
    “How about his security clearance?” Greer asked.
    “Top secret or better, sir, because of his
    
    
     Crystal
    
    
    
    
     City
    
    
     work.”
    “Objections, Charlie?”
    Davenport
    
    
     frowned.
    
    
     Tyler
    
    
     was not part of the intelligence community. “Is this the guy who did the evaluation of the new
    
    
    
     Kirov
    
    
    
    
     ?
    
    ”
    Yes, sir, now that I think about it,“ Casimir said. ”Him and Saunders over at Sea Systems."
    “That was a nice piece of work. It's okay with me.”
    “When do you want to see him?” Greer asked Ryan.
    'Today, if it's all right with you, sir. I have to run over to
    
    
     Annapolis
    
    
     anyway, to get something from the house, and—well, do some quick Christmas shopping."
    “Oh? A few dolls?”
    
    
     Davenport
    
    
     asked.
    Ryan turned to look the admiral in the eye. “Yes, sir, as a matter of fact. My little girl wants a Skiing Barbie doll and some Jordache doll outfits. Didn't you ever play Santa, Admiral?”
    Davenport
    
    
     saw that Ryan wasn't going to back off anymore. He wasn't a subordinate to be browbeaten. Ryan could always walk away. He tried a new tack. “Did they tell you over there that October sailed last Friday?”
    “Oh?” They hadn't. Ryan was caught off guard. “I thought she wasn't scheduled to sail until this Friday.”
    “So did we. Her skipper is Marko Ramius. You heard about him?”
    “Only secondhand stuff. The Brits say he's pretty good.”
    “Better than that,” Greer noted. “He's about the best sub driver they have, a real charger. We had a considerable file on him when I was