Foreign & Domestic: Texian Armada Saga Book 1 by Brandon Phillips

Author:Brandon Phillips [Phillips, Brandon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: The Stern Castle Writer
Published: 2021-06-12T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

2320 local

Cartagena, Columbia

With the Engine Room cleared we rushed through the watertight door out in the forward compartment searching the rest of the ship for any lingering surprises. Here we were, not just sucker-punching the cartels, but infiltrating their guard and landing a haymaker. If they staggered or fell we would keep the pressure and stomp a mudhole in them until the ref rang the bell. Maybe.

It wasn’t until we were pulling away from the pier that some of the adrenaline high was wearing off. The musty recycled air smell of sub instantly gave way to what smelled like the officer’s black water tank overfilled. For several seconds neither breathed as we cleared the compartment, both because of the odoriferous onslaught assaulting our olfactory senses. You could see from the second level that the hatch to the Battery Well was shut, but that did not rule out a leak on an old neglected tub like this one. Instead of leaking exhausts, the smell was from a malfunctioning sewage pump between the two bunk rooms. If that’s not crappy design by some engineering officer I don’t know what is. Adding insult to injury the waste bins were full of evidence that the most recent owners were from a country where the plumbing was not robust enough to handle used toilet paper.

Gasping for air we high stepped it back to the Control Room. Dom joined me in clearing the rest of the boat while David hoofed it back to the Engine Room to do the lineups necessary for us to get out of here with a quickness. Regretfully I opened stall doors on two disasters. At first glance, the depiction of the destructive defecation denotes a disturbing degree of indifference. I have witnessed firsthand a commode catastrophe that looked like some poor soul’s keister exploded - the refuse splattered in five directions.

“What the frak,” grumbled David. “Who would leave this kind of mess. Calder are you in yet?”

“Wait one… I’m in. Full controls. I actually had to run an encryption program, because there wasn’t a password on the Engineer’s profile. I can use his override,” explained Calder in his tedious robotic way before being cut off.

“No one cares how uber-nerd. Just do it.”

“We have full controls.” he groused.

Rather than buying the latest Italian superyacht for cruising the Riviera, an inordinate amount of Heads of State were buying submarines. Brand new ones were coming from Western Europe, along with second-hand units from the Russian Federation. The Black Sea black boats have been purported for decades to be undetectable by the best in the West. All adding up to an undersea arms race of sorts.

Moments later while scanning through the displays and indicators the dull thrum of the diesels growling to life filled the boat. David had remotely started the engine room, sitting at the port command console. Part of me wanted him there locally to monitor the startup but there was nothing that could be done locally that could not be done remotely.

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