A submarine crew is ambushed off the coast of Norway. The second in command is killed and the captain survives while the fate of the remainder of the crew is unknown. He goes into hiding under an assumed name but after a few years his past seemingly catches up to him. Now he is in a race against the clock to figure out who is after him and why they want him dead. It is a fast-paced, jaw-clenching page turner that takes the reader across multiple countries, twists and turns in this pulse-pounding thriller.
WHERE THE EAGLES FLY (Sample Chapter)
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By Greg Evans
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CHAPTER 1
3 Years Earlier
Compressed air began flowing from the air flasks into the
main ballast tanks and the seawater was forced out as the submarine’s overall
density became lower than the volume of the surrounding ocean, the hydroplanes
angled up at fifteen degrees allowing the giant teardrop hull shaped mechanical
beast to come to the surface at positive buoyancy. A careful search for nearby
aircraft that may identify the vessel’s thermal scar by FLIR technology came up
negative. Captain Will Craig, as he always did, would exit the vessel for a
smoke and a breath of fresh air while awaiting the tugs to guide them into
dock. The ballistic missile submarine, a SSBN/SSGN was in the U.S. Navy’s Ohio
Fleet at 170 meters long with a beam of 13 meters, able to hold a crew of 155,
(140 enlisted and 15 officers). Its maximum speed reached 20+ knots and had a
water displacement of 18,450 long tons submerged. It was the perfect vessel for
transporting the world’s two most deadly bombs.
One mile off
the Finnmark coastline of Sørøya, Norway at approximately 70, 35’N; 22, 44’E,
the sub was a terrific sight. Captain Will Craig turned the wheel unlocking the
2nd hatch and waited as the automated mechanism clicked and clanked
releasing the bolt on the first hatch. Will pulled the latch and released the
door pushing it out. The thirty-six degree salty air rushed in and Will
breathed in deep. At 42, standing at 6’1”, lean with close-cropped brown hair,
dark brown eyes, a relatively large nose and round head, Will commanded
attention. Stepping out from the sail onto the hull, the cool, yellow arctic
sun illuminated his face and his eyes momentarily needed to adjust to the
brightness. He removed a cigar from his shirt pocket along with a butane
wind-proof lighter and lit the Havana he been looking forward to enjoying once
outside the claustrophobic confines of the vessel. Executive Officer Mark Jones
exited through the sail next lighting one of his repugnant smelling Gauloises
cigarettes he had shipped to him by the carton from Greece every couple of
weeks back in the states. Mark had sandy yellow hair, also close-cropped, and a
strange a tightness of skin as if it was stretched over his elongated skull
though had difficulty properly fitting. His peculiar looks attributed to the
exotic appearance which the women found rather alluring.
“This is
paradise!” Will said, “Cold, forsaken, lonely, a place where nature is still
pure and feral.”
“I’m partial to deserts myself,” Mark
said which was paradoxical considering, at 42, he had spent half his life darting underneath the oceans in some of the world’s
most spectacular submarines. Will only grunted; he hated deserts, too dry, too
brown.
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