Ok, for what ever reason these scenes were cut. They aren't canon unless you see them in a live story in the future, but the represent how things MIGHT be in the world. Kind of like Legends in Star Wars, they might grow up to be real stories someday but not today.
So, first we how the aborted Lit Chix Spring Break vacation story would have started...
April 3rd, 2007
200 Miles North Northeast of The Caicos Islands
The freighter
Gordost Svyatogo Petra had never been what she seemed. She’d started life as a liberty ship for World War Two. She’d brought war material on lend/lease to her new home port of Sevastopol. During the war the accounting, what there was of it was terrible. After, once it became obvious the USSR and the US were going to come to logger heads, the former
Orange County became the
Pride of St. Peter.
Almost immediately
Gordost Svyatogo Petra had fallen into the hands of the KGB and become a spy. First the Russians learned everything they could about US ship building from her, then they packed her full of what was state of the art electronics for the time. One ex-Liberty ship looked like any other in the decades following World War Two.
Gordost Svyatogo Petra had worn many names and flown under many flags, but these days Liberty ships were rare and her electronics were decades obsolete. Now she made a circuit of the dwindling number of ally states the USSR still had, teaching banana republic dictators the ins and outs of certain Soviet technology.
So there was a marked sense of irony, having flown so many false flags herself that when
Gordost Svyatogo Petra strayed from the normal shipping lanes the vessel that over hauled her was a liar herself. From a distance she appeared to be the Coast Guard Cutter
Gallatin and while she wore
Gallatin’s number of 721 anyone with access to a satellite knew that the Cutter
Gallatin was in her home port of Charleston, South Carolina just then, undergoing an extensive refit and anti-fouling paint of her hull.
But it was not Coast Guardsmen that filed silently into a twenty foot zodiac launch and sped after the silent
Gordost Svyatogo Petra. Lieutenant Tom Jenkins of Seal Team 30 looked over the boat with a bulky set of binoculars that ‘saw’ in the infrared and through some technological miracle through the steel of the boat. “Williams, you see anybody alive over there?” he sub vocalized into his throat microphone out of habit.
Chief Petty Officer Williams stood next to the Lieutenant and his eyes were in the same direction, but unaided despite deep gloom of the night. “No sir, El-Tee, nobody moving over there that I can see.”
The officer thought that over for a few seconds. “Sandy?”
“El-Tee?”
“You and Williams board her and make fast our lines.”
“Aye, sir,” the two men replied before they silently lifted off and flew to the errant spy ship the zodiac was chasing in a formation that let each man cover the other. In short order they were on the deck and, again with a minimum of fuss the zodiac was brought alongside, lines were made fast, a rope ladder was put over the side and the two split up, one going forward to the bridge, the other going aft to the engine room. “Tanner, Alverez, link up with Sandy and sweep this heap stem to stern. Pay special attention in the cargo hold and look for anything that might be obviously missing.”
“Aye, aye,’ chorused the men and they scrambled up the ladder.
“Dead men in the bridge,” whispered William’s voice in the Lieutenant’s ear. “Captain’s safe has been cut open, it’s empty.”
“How they buy the farm, Williams?”
“Double tap to the forehead mostly, El-Tee.”
“El-Tee, Tanner.” Announced the low voice of the team’s techie.
“Go with comm.,” Jenkins instructed.
“Sir, I’ve got residual radiation reading in the forward hold. Looks like a large crate was moved and that’s the center of my readings.”
“Red dog!
Red dog!” shouted Alverez’s voice over the com. Jenkins immediately cut his zodiac clear of the mooring lines and moved off. Not a moment too soon as a series of shaped charges that Alverez had found went off, not far from where the little zodiac had been. The explosions ringed the
Gordost Svyatogo Petra cutting her keel free. The entire bottom of the ship open to the sea,
Gordost Svyatogo Petra sank in seconds. Jenkins circled his zodiac, it’s powerful search lights lit and damn the stealth now.
His team was in the water.
One by one the surface was broken and heads bobbed in the sea, chem. Light sticks over head as they threaded water. Williams floated out of the ocean and over to his commander. “Alverez bought it,” he whispered, handing over a water tight bag bag with a log book in it. “But this should prove they’re missing.”
Jenkin’s sighed as he adjusted the frequency of his radio. “Skipper? Boat one, we have a Bright Boy Alert, I say again, a Bright Boy Alert.” Turning to his man, he ordered, “Williams, get the boys out of the water. We’ve got work to do.”
“Aye, aye, El-Tee.”
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