Flying at twenty thousand feet, an American P3 Orion has just left its base at Palermo, Sicily. Half an hour into the flight, one of the communications people says, “I just got a blip on my screen five miles off our starboard wing.”
“What do you make of it?” asks his watch officer.
“It’s too big to be a fishing vessel from around here. It’s traveling at fifteen knots. Can anyone make out any nav lights out there for me?”
The co-pilot and the watch officer each look out into the distance. Even on a night like this, they should be able to see some type of illumination from navigational lights, but neither man can.
“Well, the funny thing about this contact is that the surface was clear for a half hour into the flight, then all of a sudden – he’s just there.”
“Do you think you have a sub contact?” the watch officer asks.
“Well, based on the briefing before we took off, I’d say it’s a good possibility.”
“Who do you think it might belong to? Can you ID it?”
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