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            “I think you are one ballsy son of a bitch,” replied Captain Fisher.  “I sure hope you know what you’re doing,
Commodore
.  That’s a real live Coast Guard captain who’s not used to taking any lip from rich yachtsmen.  His ship could blow us out of the water too, if you don’t do it to us first.  So I think this is a very risky situation.  What do you think?”

 

            “I think I agree with everything you just said, Jordie,” Scott confirmed.  “And that means we need to be very careful and very impressive when he comes aboard.  I want to arm some of the crew and a few of my friends, as a modest show of force.  But I want them assembled as an honor guard when Captain McCloud comes aboard.  No overt threats, but a clear display of strength by a disciplined and capable paramilitary force.  So it’s time to break out some assault rifles and ammo in the hidden cache.  Okay?”

 

            “You think that’s wise, Scott?” asked Captain Fisher.  “Won’t it increase the chances of hostilities?”

 

            “No,” Scott disagreed.  “I don’t think so.  If we weren’t armed, they would be tempted to try to take the ship by force at any time.  But, if they think we will fight to defend her, they will have to at least stop and think about their options.”

 

            “Okay, commodore,” Captain Fisher conceded.  “I can see that way of looking at it too.  But you better be damned careful not to let your display of force turn into a firefight aboard this ship.  Well, if we’re going to do this, we better haul ass down to the vehicle deck and get organized fast.  Sounds like Captain McCloud will be here pretty soon.”

 

              “By all means, Jordie, lead the way and call out the honor guard,” Scott said with a smile.  They turned and walked quickly towards the elevator that would take them down to the massive vehicle deck.  Captain Fisher was using his hand held radio to call members of the crew down to meet them.  Scott used the local push to talk feature on his cell phone to direct Mark, and Clint down there too.  The priority now was to open the weapons cache in the old sewer tank and get the crew decked out as an honor guard.  This had come sooner than Scott had expected and the clock was ticking.

 

*****

 

            When Scott was informed that the
USCGC Stratton
had launched a patrol boat that was headed towards the
Sovereign Spirit
Scott looked around the vehicle deck and decided they were almost ready.  He walked over to his Hummer H2 parked near the rear ramp and leaned in to turn on the accessory power.  Then he turned the CB radio to PA and picked up the microphone.  His amplified voice filled the cavernous vehicle deck.

 

“Can I have your attention please?  I have an important announcement.  Continue getting geared up, but listen to me.  There’s a Coast Guard boarding party on their way here now.  I want you all to be polite and cooperative.  But I need to warn you that we have reason to believe that they might be planning to commandeer this ship.  If they do, we’ll all probably end up in a refugee camp on Coronado Island in San Diego Bay.”  Scott could see heads turn and eyes widen as he defined the danger they faced from their own government.

 

“Don’t worry yet,” Scott continued.  “I’m just telling you this so you will understand the stakes in this game.  We do have a plan to prevent them from taking over this ship.  Part of it involves your participation as an armed honor guard.  They need to see that we are armed and organized, but it is vital that you don’t make any hostile moves or threats of any kind.  Keep your rifles strapped over your shoulder unless the Captain or I tell you otherwise.  Is that clear?”  The chorus of affirmation was almost as loud as the H2’s PA.  “Good.  Please finish getting ready to receive guests and form up along the center lane markers.  Captain Fisher, please lower the aft ramp.  Prepare to welcome VIPs aboard.”

 

“Aye aye, sir!” came a chorus of replies.  Then the elevator doors opened half way down the vehicle deck and another crewman appeared from the upper decks waving a file folder.

 

“Captain Fisher! Sir,” he called, “This just arrived via email.  It’s the letter from the CDC that you requested.  Mr. Jenkins printed it out and told me to bring it to you right away, sir.”

 

“Talk about perfect timing,” commented Scott.  “This could be our ace in the hole.  What does it say?”

 

Captain Fisher opened the folder and read the message out loud, “Okay, here is the letter on the CDC letterhead.  It reads:

 


To all US Military and Civilian Law Enforcement Authorities,

 

‘This letter is to certify that the SS Sovereign Spirit, commanded by Captain Jordan Fisher and Commodore Scott Allen, is authorized to engage in independent actions that are potentially vital to American National Security. 

 

‘The Sovereign Spirit has already provided valuable foreign intelligence on the spread and effects of the Super Rabies virus beyond our borders and has rescued American citizens abroad.   With this letter we authorize the Sovereign Spirit to conduct high priority rescue operations along the coast of California which may have significant impact on our nation’s chances to combat the Super Rabies virus.

 

‘ It is imperative that the Sovereign Spirit be given safe passage within US territorial waters and full cooperation for any necessary operations ashore, including provisioning and refueling, as well as armed assistance – if requested – in accomplishing their mission.

 

‘This Letter of Authorization and Safe Passage has been issued by the Center for Disease Control and endorsed by the Federal Emergency Management Agency and the Department of Homeland Security, April 5, 2012, by authority of the Office of the President of the United States of America.’   

 

“Bellow that are three official looking stamps with names and signatures.  Jesus, Scott, listen to who signed it!  Doctor Arnold Frost, Deputy Director of the CDC for Control of Infectious Diseases;  Doctor Fred Dawson, Director of Quarantine and Containment for FEMA; and Daniel Reston, Assistant Secretary of the Department of Homeland Security for Counterterrorism!  We really hit the jackpot!”

 

“Dear God,” said Scott.  “That scientist in Malibu must be
very important
to them.  And that could mean he’s important to everyone.  So we can’t waste much time here.  This letter might be our salvation today, but it’s also a confirmation of a vital mission entrusted to us.  This has to work.  We can’t blow up the engines, even if I have to bluff a little.  And once we get past the Coast Guard we have to make best speed to rescue that scientist.   The rest of the boats will have to follow as fast as they can, unless they want to stay in San Diego.  Now get that honor guard ready and open the ramp.  We have VIP visitors to impress.”

 

*****

 

Captain Kevin McCloud was silently seething as he rode towards the
Sovereign Spirit
in the smaller of the two fast patrol boats carried by the
Stratton.
  He had brought six armed Coast Guardsmen and put the cutter at general quarters before he left.  There were a dozen more armed Guardsmen waiting to launch the larger patrol boat and board the
Sovereign Spirit
, if that proved necessary.  He was not worried about his own safety or ability to overcome resistance on this old cruise ship, but he was concerned by their threat to disable or destroy the ship. 
Damn it
, he thought. 
How did this guy figure out that the Navy would want to take over his ship for their own use?  Could he really have planted explosives?  Would he really blow up some or all of his own ship to keep the Navy from getting it?  This so-called commodore might be as crazy as the damned zombies ashore!

 

The Prosecutor
patrol boat moved quickly down the port side of the old ship.  Captain McCloud observed the ship closely.  It was slightly longer than his big national security cutter and much higher in profile.  There were no port holes within twenty feet of the water line and indications of only a few doors about six feet above the water line.  Although obviously aging, her hull was remarkably well maintained.  The ship was brightly lit on the upper decks and McCloud could see at least a few signs of activity up there.  His attention focused on the boat deck davits.  He could see one normal life boat and two vessels on the other davits that he quickly identified as a Cigarette speed boat and some sort of landing craft. 
Shit,
he thought.
That Allen guy wasn’t kidding. This ship really can conduct rescue operations.
  He was ready to assume that the boat davits on the other side would include an amphibious tour bus too! 

 

As the Prosecutor approached the ship’s stern Captain McCloud became even more impressed.  Looking up he saw an amphibious airplane suspended over the fan tail.  Returning his gaze to sea level he watched the aft vehicle ramp deploy.  It was an 18 foot wide section of the stern that folded down to allow vehicles to drive on and off of the big ship.   When it was fully lowered it was still about six feet above the water line.  The Prosecutor could almost pass underneath it.  But then he saw men run out and deploy cargo nets over the side of the ramp.  Boarding would not be a problem. 

 

Captain McCloud sent two of his armed Guardsmen up onto the ramp before climbing aboard.  His first glimpse of the interior of the vehicle deck was even more impressive than the exterior view.  It was a cavernous space with vehicles and equipment parked in neat rows and plenty of extra room to move and rearrange them as necessary.  He glimpsed expensive Italian and German sports cars nestled under the upper vehicle decks and lots of SUVs, along with some larger trucks and RVs, lined up in the center of the deck.  He did a double-take as he recognized a Deep Flight mini-submarine off to the side of the stern ramp.  Next to it was what looked like a decompression chamber and a full dive shop with racks and lockers full of scuba gear.   Beyond that there were racks of windsurfers and surfboards. On the other side of the ramp sat at least a dozen jet skis and personal water craft lined up and apparently ready for use.  Behind them were parked a long-reach forklift and a Bobcat.  Two zodiac inflatable boats were stacked next to them.  There was even a trailer holding a 26 foot MacGregor sailboat with its mast folded down for storage.  This was easily the most extensive collection of practical “toys” that Captain McCloud had ever seen.  Now it was
really
obvious that Mr. Allen hadn’t been kidding when he said his ship was fully equipped to conduct rescue operations!

 

What really grabbed Captain McCloud’s attention, of course, was the reception committee waiting to meet him at the head of the ramp.  Eight crewmen were doing a reasonable impression of standing at attention, four on either side of the ramp, with M-16 or AR-15 assault rifles slung over their shoulders.   Four other men were waiting at the center of the ramp.  The one wearing a hat appeared to be the ship’s captain.  The man next to him looked to be in his mid-to-late 40s, with prematurely graying hair, blue eyes, and the look of a confident man who was used to exercising authority.  The other two men were also in their 40s.  One was wearing camouflaged BDUs of a style that was unfamiliar to McCloud.  The other wore blue jeans and a US Army BDU jacket with an 82
nd
Airborne patch on it.  Both of them had M-203 combination grenade launcher and assault rifles slung on their shoulders.   

 

McCloud’s Coast Guardsmen carried their locked and loaded CAR-15s at port arms and looked to their captain for guidance when they saw the armed reception committee.  Since the welcoming “honor guard” had their weapons shouldered, they were not posing any immediate threat.  It appeared to be a show of force to let McCloud know that they were not going to give up their ship easily.  He motioned for his men to keep their weapons at port arms and not make any threatening moves either.  Then he walked towards the waiting group saying, “Permission to come aboard, sir?”

 

“Permission granted, sir,” replied Fisher.  “Welcome aboard the
Sovereign Spirit.
  I’m Captain Jordan Fisher and this is Commodore Scott Allen, master of the
Sovereign Spirit.
”  He gestured to the man with the graying hair. 

 

“Pleased to meet you, gentlemen.  I’m Captain Kevin McCloud of the United States Coast Guard Cutter
Stratton.
  Thank you for having me aboard Captain Fisher,
Commodore
Allen.  I only wish it were under better circumstances.  We seem to be in a Hell of a spot here, don’t we?”

 

“Yes, captain,” said Scott.  “The whole world seems to be in a Hell of a spot of trouble, doesn’t it?  But let’s try to keep the peace in this little part of it.  I think there will be plenty enough zombies to fight ashore.  No need for us to help them wipe the rest of us out too.”

 

“As you say, Mr. Allen,” Captain McCloud responded.  “But you must understand that my duty is to defend the whole nation, or as much of it as I can, from this deadly virus outbreak.  I do have the authority to commandeer, or appropriate, any asset necessary to save as many American lives as possible.  I don’t want to get off on the wrong foot here, sir, but I must say that this particular asset looks like it could save a lot of lives.”

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