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Madje went back out into the passageway, headed aft. He passed another fire party checking a hose, and then he got to the big steel hatch labeled “Combat Information Center.” It was dogged shut. He rapped at it with his knuckles. “Flag lieutenant!” he shouted. Heads turned in the passageway, he was so loud.

Inside, somebody undogged the hatch. He pushed through and they dogged it behind him.

“Flag captain here?”

He could see from the kid’s patches he was from the S-3 squadron and probably attached to the ASW module just forward. The kid just shook his head. He looked numb.

He passed the ASuW station and walked into the domain of the tactical action officer. There was a little smoke here, but no smell of fire. The screens were lit and functioning.

“TAO?”

“Mister Madje?”

“Sir, the admiral sent me to find out who the senior officer is and place him in command. The skipper is dead. I think the CAG is gone, too.”

The TAO nodded. “CAG died in the first hit. His Tomcat was on cat four.”

“I’m trying to find the flag captain.”

“I can’t help you, Madje. I can tell you that I’m conning the ship from here and waiting for somebody senior to take command.” The TAO was a mere lieutenant-commander.

The huge screen in front of the TAO was repeated from a JOTS terminal. It showed the Fort Klock alongside the wounded Jefferson, with other ships supporting her fire-fighting efforts.

“Tell the admiral we’re going to get through this. We have four ships alongside putting water and chemicals on the fire, and we’ve cleared the O-2 level of fires and started to take back the flight deck. How is he?”

“Badly burned, I think. But he spoke to me a couple of times.”

“That’s good. As to command, eventually some son-of-a-bitch will realize that he’s senior to me and come relieve me.”

A sailor held a radiophone out to the TAO. “Captain Lash on the Fort Klock, sir.”

“Give it here,” the TAO said wearily. “TAO, Jefferson. Go ahead.”

“Jefferson, what’s the status on command? Air Ops says the CAG and Captain Rogers are out. Where’s Admiral Rafehausen?”

“Sir, I have his flag lieutenant right here. The admiral is injured but should recover, over.”

“Copy injured.” Pause. “Jefferson, I’m taking command of the battle group effective twelve forty-nine GMT.”

“Roger, copy. Fort Klock has taken command.” The TAO looked around as if he was hoping someone senior would come in the scuttle.

“I’m taking the exercise; effective immediately. I want a status on your fires when you can pass it, and I want to know the fuel status of every plane up, TAO.”

“Air Ops is working on that, sir. We have—” the TAO looked at a sheet of paper being held in front of him—“eleven planes up. Sorry, make that thirteen.”

“Get me their fuel status.”

“I’m on it.”

“You have hull-integrity issues?”

“No, sir. We’ve cleared the fires off the O-2 level, we’re working forward from the bow of the flight deck, and the stern is on fire. I have no working elevator and cat two may be savable. That’s what I know now, sir.”

“Keep me apprised. I’ll get a smallboy on your stern. Does she steer?”

“She does.”

“I have to put out a sitrep to Fifth Fleet ASAP. Any idea of your casualties?”

“No idea, sir. No idea at all.”

Pause. The TAO was looking at the hatch to Air Ops, where an officer was trying to get his attention.

“Stay in touch, TAO.”

“Aye, aye, sir.”

Madje felt that he knew too much. He was sagging, done with his immediate duty and frightened of the prospect before them. He cleared his throat. “I’ll—I’ll go fight fires. Sir.”

“That sounds like sense to me.” The TAO turned away from him to the officer who had just entered from Air Ops. “Those the fuel figures?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Somebody’s going for a swim.”

“Yes, sir.”

Madje took a deep breath, tried to ignore his back, and got the scared kid at the hatch to let him out. And then he went to fight fires.