“Vice Admiral Davenport.” The voice was curt. “Morning, Charlie, James here. Did you get that NSA-976?” “Sure did, but that’s not what got me up. Our SOSUS net went berserk a few hours ago.” “Oh?” Greer looked at the phone, then at Ryan. “Yeah, nearly every sub they have at sea just put the pedal to the metal, and all at about the same time.” “Doing what exactly, Charlie?” Greer prompted.
