
It was a brisk walk to the large buildings close to mother ocean. Past the one that so long has held the advanced special project attack boat. His time is returning. As is mine. A change in politics in the navy's favor, we have a new premier. Or is it considered the return of one? Does not matter now.
Now I was getting in the shadow of the huge building. Even as spring comes so slowly this far north, it is still chilling in the shadow of anything! Past the guard at the check in booth, I stepped into the building that streached a considerable distance. The smell of ozone, metal, and paint always lingered in the damp enclosure.
There, in the middle, was the sword of the motherland. Ressurected from a partially completed 971 class, the yard workers had somtime back sectioned the dull colored hull, and moved back the for and aft sections allowing the yard in St Petersburg ship in the new center section.
Taking from the special project next door, the engineers were already bringing in the large rounded white tarp covering what all knew would be a future in Siberia to talk about.
Walking along the side of the huge, arching hull ove me, I thought of the reports just handed me.
Captain Porteous is reported to have been promoted to command a Seaview class research missile boat. Research! With missles on board? Then it is a missle boat. The Americans were clearly skirting the treaty. No,.. there would have to be balance at Herman Park waters.
And then those Ohios! Pete's shipyard has released several of those missle boats. There had to be balance. They could not have the luxury of being comfortable.
There had to be a Nemisis...
I reached up and touch the cold, sweaty steel. Then turned sharply on my heels,walking to midships office. I had to go over these plans under my arm. There is much to do.

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