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〃Contact！〃　the　technician　said　over　the　Bear's　interphone。　〃Signals　indicate　an　American　airborne　radar　transmitter；　carrier　type。〃
〃Give　me　a　bearing！〃　the　pilot　manded。
〃Patience；　rade　Major。〃　The　technician　made　an　adjustment　on　his　board。　His　radio…interferometers　timed　the　signals　as　they　arrived　at　antennae　arrayed　all　over　the　aircraft。　〃Southeast。　Bearing　to　signal　is　one…three…one。　Signal　strength　one。　He　is　quite　distant。　Bearing　is　not　changing　as　yet。　I　remend　we　maintain　a　constant　course　for　the　present。〃
The　pilot　and　copilot　exchanged　a　look；　but　no　words。　Somewhere　off　to　their　left　was　an　American　E…2C　Hawkeye　radar　aircraft。　A　flight　crew　of　two…a　radar　intercept　officer　and　two　radar　operators。　It　could　manage　the　air　battle　for　over　a　hundred　enemy　aircraft；　could　vector　a　missile…armed　interceptor　in　at　them　within　seconds　of　detection。　The　pilot　wondered　just　how　accurate　his　information　was　on　the　Hawkeye's　radar。　What　if　they　had　already　detected　his　Bear？　He　knew　the　answer　to　that。　His　first　warning　would　e　when　he　detected　the　fire…control　radar　of　an　American　F…14　Tomcat　heading　right　at　him。　The　Bear　held　course　one…eight…zero　while　the　plotting　officer　tracked　the　change　in　bearing　to　the　radar　signal。　In　ten　minutes　they　might　just　have　an　accurate　fix。　If　they　lived　that　long。　They　would　not　break　radio　silence　until　they　had　a　fix。
〃I　have　it；〃　the　plotting　officer　reported。　〃Estimate　distance　to　contact　is　six　hundred　fifty　kilometers；　position　forty…seven　degrees；　nine　minutes　north；　thirty…four　degrees；　fifty　minutes　west。〃
〃Get　it　out；〃　the　pilot　ordered。　A　directional　HF　antenna　in　the　aircraft's　tail　fin　turned　within　its　housing　and　radioed　the　information　to　the　raid　mander；　whose　Bear　mand　aircraft　was　a　hundred　miles　behind　the　snoopers。
The　raid　mander　pared　this　datum　with　that　from　the　reconnaissance　satellite。　Now　he　had　two　pieces　of　information。　The　Americans'　position　three　hours　ago　was　sixty　miles　south　of　the　estimated　plot　for　the　Hawkeye。　The　Americans　probably　had　two　of　them　up；　northeast　and　northwest　of　the　formation。　That　was　normal　fleet　doctrine。　So；　the　carrier　group　was　right　about　。　。　。　here。　The　Badgers　were　heading　right　for　it。　They　would　encounter　the　American　radar　coverage　in　。　。　。　two　hours。　Good；　he　said　to　himself。　Everything　is　going　according　to　plan。

USS　NIMITZ
Toland　watched　the　aircraft　plot　in　silence。　The　radar　picture　from　the　Hawkeyes　was　being　transmitted　to　the　carrier　by　digital　radio　link；　enabling　the　battle　group　mander　to　follow　everything。　The　same　data　went　to　the　group　air　defense　boss　on　Ticonderoga　and　every　other　ship　fitted　with　the　Naval　Tactical　Data　System。　That　included　the　French　ships；　which　had　long　since　been　equipped　to　operate　closely　with　the　U。S。　Navy。　So　far　there　was　nothing　to　be　seen　except　the　tracks　of　American　military　and　mercial　aircraft　ferrying　men　and　supplies　across　the　ocean；　and　dependents　back　to　the　States。　These　were　beginning　to　swing　south。　Warned　that　an　air　battle　was　possible；　the　pilots　of　DC…10s　and　C…5As　were　prudently　keeping　out　of　the　way；　even　if　it　meant　having　to　land　and　refuel　on　the　way　to　their　destinations。
The　group's　forty…eight　Tomcat　interceptors　were　now　mostly　on　station；　spread　in　a　line　three　hundred　miles　across。　Each　pair　of　Tomcats　had　a　tanker　aircraft　in　attendance。　The　attack　birds；　Corsairs　and　Intruders；　carried　oversized　fuel　tanks　with　refueling　drogues　attached；　and　one　by　one　the　Tomcats　were　already　beginning　to　top　off　their　fuel　tanks　from　them。　Soon　the　Corsairs　began　returning　to　their　carriers　for　refills。　They　could　keep　this　up　for　hours。　The　aircraft　remaining　on　the　carriers　were　spotted　on　the　decks　for　immediate　takeoff。　If　a　raid　came　in；　they　would　be　shot　off　the　catapults　at　once　to　eliminate　the　fire　hazard　inherent　in　any　type　of　aircraft。
Toland　had　seen　all　this　before；　but　could　not　fail　to　be　amazed　by　it。　Everything　was　going　as　smoothly　as　a　ballet。　The　aircraft　loitered　at　their　stations；　tracing　lazy；　fuel…efficient　circles　in　the　sky。　The　carriers　were　racing　east　now　at　thirty　knots　to　make　up　the　distance　lost　during　launch　operations。　The　Marines'　landing　ships　Saipan；　Ponce；　and　Newport　could　make　only　about　twenty　knots；　and　were　essentially　defenseless。　East　of　the　group；　carrier　S…3A　Viking　and　land…based　P…3C　Orion　antisubmarine　aircraft　were　patrolling　for　Soviet　submarines。　They　reported　to　the　group　ASW　mander　on　the　destroyer　Caron。　There　was　as　yet　nothing　for　anyone　to　direct　his　frustration　against。　The　old　story　known　to　all　fighting　men。　You　wait。

NORTH　ATLANTIC
The　raid　mander　was　rapidly　accumulating　data。　He　now　had　positions　on　four　American　Hawkeyes。　The　first　two　had　barely　been　plotted　when　the　second　pair　had　showed　up；　outside　and　south　of　the　first。　The　Americans　had　unwittingly　given　him　a　very　accurate　picture　of　where　the　battle　group　was；　and　the　steady　eastward　drift　of　the　Hawkeyes　gave　him　course　and　speed。　His　Bears　were　now　in　a　wide　semicircle　around　the　Americans；　and　the　Badgers　were　thirty　minutes　north　of　American　radar　cover；　four　hundred　miles　north　of　the　estimated　location　of　the　ships。
〃Send　to　Group　A：　'Enemy　formation　at　grid　coordinates　456/810；　speed　twenty；　course　one…zero…zero。　Execute　Attack　Plan　A　at　0615　Zulu　time。'　Send　the　same　to　Group　B。　Tactical　control　of　Group　B　switches　to　Team　East　Coordinator。〃　The　battle　had　begun。
The　Badger　crews　exchanged　looks　of　relief。　They　had　detected　the　American　radar　signals　fifteen　minutes　before；　and　knew　that　each　kilometer　south　meant　a　greater　chance　that　they　would　run　into　a　cloud　of　enemy　fighters。　Aboard　each　aircraft　the　navigator　and　bombardier　worked　quickly　to　feed　strike　information　into　the　Kelt　missiles　slung　under　each　wing。
Eight　hundred　miles　to　their　southwest；　the　Backfire　crews　advanced　their　throttles　slightly；　plotting　a　course　to　the　datum　point　supplied　by　the　raid　mander。　Having　circled　far　around　the　American　formation；　they　would　now　be　controlled　by　the　strike　officer　aboard　the　first　Bear　to　make　electronic　contact　with　the　Hawkeyes。　They　had　a　solid　fix　on　the　NATO　formation；　but　they　needed　better　if　they　were　to　locate　and　engage　the　carriers。　These　crews　were　not　relieved；　but　excited。　Now　came　the　challenging　part。　The　battle　plan　had　been　formulated　a　year　before　and　practiced…over　land　exclusively…five　times。　Four　times　it　had　worked。
Aboard　eighty　Badger　bombers；　pilots　checked　their　watches；　counting　off　the　seconds　to　0615　Zulu。
〃Launch！〃
The　lead　Badger　launched　eight　seconds　early。　First　one；　then　the　second；　aircraft…shaped　Kelt　dropped　free　of　its　pylon；　falling　several　hundred　feet　before　their　turbojet　engines　ran　up　to　full　power。　Running　on　autopilot；　the　Kelts　climbed　back　to　thirty　thousand　feet　and　cruised　on　south　at　six　hundred　knots　indicated　air　speed。　The　bomber　crews　watched　their　birds　proceed　for　a　minute　or　two；　then　each　of　the　bombers　turned　slowly　and　gracefully　for　home；　their　mission　done。　Six　Badger…J　stand…off　jamming　aircraft　continued　south。　They　would　stay　sixty　kilometers　behind　the　Kelts。　Their　crews　were　nervous　but　confident。　It　would　not　be　easy　for　American　radar　to　bum　through　their　powerful　jammers；　and　in　any　case；　the　Americans　would　soon　have　many　targets　to　concern　them。
The　Kelts　continued　on；　straight　and　level。　They　carried　their　own　electronic　equipment；　which　would　be　triggered　automatically　by　sensors　in　their　tail　fins。　When　they　entered　the　theoretical　arc　of　the　Hawkeyes'　radar　range；　transponders　in　their　noses　clicked　on。

USS　NIMITZ
〃Radar　contacts！　Designate　Raid…1；　bearing　three…four…niner；　range　four…six…zero　miles。　Numerous　contacts；　count　one…four…zero　contacts；　course　one…seven…five；　speed　six　hundred　knots。〃
The　master　tactical　scope　plotted　the　contacts　electronically；　and　a　pair　of　plexiglass　plates　showed　another　visual　display。
〃So；　here　they　e；〃　Baker　said　quietly。　〃Right　on　time。　ments？〃
〃I…〃　Toland　didn't　get　a　chance。
The　puter　display　went　white。
〃Clipper　Base；　this　is　Hawk…Three。　We're　getting　some　jamming；〃　reported　the　senior　airborne　control　officer。　〃We　plot　six；　possibly　seven　jammers；　bearing　three…four…ze