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Chapter 15 - Ghosts in the Deep

**Location:** PNS *Hangor*, Arabian Sea → Persian Gulf 

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### **SCENE 1: THE HUNTER'S ECHO** 

**Location:** Control Room, PNS *Hangor* 

**Depth:** 200 meters 

*Ping… Ping… Ping…* 

The INS *Trishul*'s active sonar pulses hammered the hull like a funeral drum. On the display, the Indian frigate's icon glowed red—**12,000 yards and closing**. 

**Sonar Chief (hissing):** 

*"Broadband cavitation noise! She's accelerating—bearing 275! Closing at 25 knots!"* 

**Rizwan (eyes locked on screens):** 

*"Silent running. All stop. Rig for ultra-quiet."* 

Lights dimmed to blood-red. Ventilation fans died. Crew froze mid-step. The *Hangor* became a tomb. 

**Zayan (whispering):** 

*"Can they hear us?"* 

**Rizwan (pointing to sonar):** 

*"Our decoy bought us 90 seconds. Now we hide in the *baffles*—their stern's blind spot. Pray their towed array doesn't sweep port."* 

*THOOM!* A depth charge detonated starboard. Bulkheads groaned. 

**Emad (bracing):** 

*"They're carpeting the grid!"* 

**Rizwan (calm):** 

*"Panic wastes oxygen. Chief—biologics?"* 

**Sonar Chief:** 

*"Whale pod 3 klicks east! Screaming like drunk sailors!"* 

**Rizwan (smiling grimly):** 

*"Helm—drift us into that pod. Let *them* be the target."* 

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### **SCENE 2: THE WHALE'S SHROUD** 

**Location:** Passive Sonar Station 

**Aaliya (watching hydrophone signatures):** 

*"Trishul's diverting! Active pings shifting toward the whales!"* 

**Aliza (over encrypted satellite link):** 

*"RAW's panicking. They just ordered *Trishul* to '*neutralize all contacts*.' They know Sophie's value."* 

**Rizwan (to Weapons Officer):** 

*"Tube 1: Load *SUT-4*. Target lock *Trishul*—but do *not* arm. Let her see us breathing down her neck."* 

**Weapons Officer:** 

*"Locked! She'll see it on her ESM!"* 

**Zayan:** 

*"Provoking them?"* 

**Rizwan:** 

*"Reminding them we bite back. *Trishul*'s captain knows Pakistani subs carry wake-homing torpedoes. He'll back off."* 

*Ping… Ping…* The sonar pulses slowed. The frigate's icon turned away. 

**Sonar Chief:** 

*"*Trishul* breaking pursuit! Bearing 320! Speed dropping!"* 

**Rizwan (exhaling):** 

*"All ahead slow. Depth 150 meters. Steer for the Omani thermal layer."* 

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### **SCENE 3: SOPHIE'S SIGNAL** 

**Location:** Communications Shack 

**Aliza (voice urgent):** 

*"Sophie's alive—and fighting! Intercepted a coded burst from Al-Zubair!"* 

A garbled audio stream filled the compartment: 

> *[Static] "…tell them I burned the *Atlas* sequence! Repeat—*Atlas* is ash! They get *nothing*! [Slap, scream]"* 

**Aaliya (decoding):** 

*"*Atlas*—Basilisk's genetic kill switch! She destroyed it!"* 

**Azan:** 

*"RAW won't kill her. Not yet. They'll torture her to rebuild it."* 

**Zayan (to Rizwan):** 

*"Can we cut 10 hours off this trip?"* 

**Rizwan (studying charts):** 

*"Only if we skirt Iranian waters. Their *Kilo*-class subs patrol here…"* 

**Emad:** 

*"Better Iranian depth charges than Sophie in pieces."* 

**Rizwan (nodding):** 

*"Helm—set course for *Hormuz Gate*. Flank speed!"* 

The *Hangor* surged forward, vibrations humming through the deck. 

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### **SCENE 4: STRAIT OF FIRE** 

**Location:** Hormuz Strait, Depth 100m 

**Sonar Chief:** 

*"Contact! *Sindhughosh*-class sub—Iranian! Bearing 010! She's pinging!"* 

**Rizwan:** 

*"Launch countermeasures! Dive to 250 meters—*now*!"* 

The sub plummeted. Crew staggered as gravity clutched them. 

**Zayan (gripping a pipe):** 

*"Can we outrun her?"* 

**Rizwan:** 

*"*Hangor*'s quieter, but she's got home-field advantage. Chief—play the tape."* 

**Sonar Chief:** 

*"Playing '*Whale Song #4*'…"* 

Eerie, clicking frequencies flooded the sonar sphere. The Iranian sub hesitated. 

**Aaliya:** 

*"She thinks we're a sperm whale pod! Turning away!"* 

**Rizwan (wiping sweat):** 

*"Clear?"* 

**Sonar Chief:** 

*"Clear! Surfacing in Iraqi waters in 90 m—"* 

***KER-THUNK!*** 

A metallic *scrape* echoed through the hull—followed by a sickening *crunch*. 

**Damage Control (shouting):** 

*"Mine cable! Port rudder snagged! We're dragging an Iranian *SADAF* moored mine!"* 

Red emergency lights bathed the control room. The *Hangor* shuddered, yawing violently. 

**Rizwan (barking):** 

*"Emergency blow! Surface! All hands—brace for impact!"* 

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### **SCENE 5: SURFACE RUN** 

**Location:** Persian Gulf, 02:00 Hours 

The *Hangor* exploded onto the surface, waves slamming her hull. A rusted sphere—the size of a small car—bobbed behind them, tethered by steel cables to their mangled rudder. 

**Emad (peering through periscope):** 

*"Mine's armed! Hydrostatic trigger—if we dive again, we die!"* 

**Rizwan:** 

*"Snipers—on deck! Shoot the cable!"* 

Ubaid and Zayan burst onto the rain-lashed conning tower. Wind howled. Salt stung their eyes. Ubaid braced his Mk 18 against the railing. 

**Zayan (spotting):** 

*"Cable—20 meters starboard! Thick as your arm!"* 

**Ubaid (sighting through scope):** 

*"Wind 15 knots, left drift… Settling…"* 

***CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!*** 

Armor-piercing rounds tore into the cable. On the third shot, it snapped. The mine drifted away, swallowed by darkness. 

**Rizwan (over comms):** 

*"Dive! Dive! Dive! Before *Trishul* finds us!"* 

As the *Hangor* slid beneath the waves, Zayan watched Basra's refinery lights glitter on the horizon. Sophie Bruce was 3 miles away—and the clock had just run out. 

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