Staurulakis murmured, pushing short hair back. For the first time since he’d met her, she seemed on edge. And no wonder, he thought as she outlined the situation. A lock-on from the fire-control radars they’d identified along the coast. Increased activity from the truck-mounted jammers that would make detection of an incoming sea-skimmer much more difficult. Wenck and Slaughenhaupt hovered near the command table, looking grave. Dan tried to make his face as much like stone as he could, although that blade still twisted in his gut. “You said the Alborz group—” “Turned toward, yes sir.” She typed and the display changed. It showed a sharp hook east. Three ships. Yet only two had turned. “Who’s that staying on the original course?” She typed and the callout strobed. “Bandar Abbas.” “The supply ship?” “Combined tanker and storeship. Limited self-defense capability, but not a combat unit.” “They’re dropping their logistics train.” “Yes sir. Not good news.”
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