Fict Myst Paul Garrison Red Sky at Morning

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Red Sky at Morning

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It is Fleet Week in New York, when foreign ships fill the great city's harbor in an incomparable display of naval grace and power. Ken Hughes and Kate Ross are only two of the millions joining in the celebration, watching the spectacle from aboard Ken's boat. Newly in love, they--like everyone else--are oblivious to the dangerous interlopers moving silently among the welcomed guests.

Beneath the surface of the Hudson River, an armada of Chinese attack submarines is readying to launch a blitzkrieg attack on the unprepared and unsuspecting populace. It is a brazen act of aggression, the brainchild of brilliant and obsessed Admiral Tang Li. And it seems predestined to succeed because of one terrifying truth: America's most vital and important city is virtually impossible to defend.

But in this gotham of strong wills and stubborn pride, there are those who won't be cowed. Ken Hughes knows New York harbor as few other navigators do. Now, in the midst of chaos and terror, he must elude a fearsome enemy by expertly maneuvering a familiar waterway that has suddenly turned hostile and deadly.

His allies are few, but equally determined: the ambitious, independent Kate Ross, whose sailing skills and new love will be tested to the extreme; and the besieged city's megalomaniacal mayor, who sees the invasion as a personal affront. Together they find themselves on the front lines of the battle to free a hostage Manhattan.

But urban grit alone cannot defeat an unstoppable army, as a courageous handful of desperate citizens races against time to prevent an explosive destiny that could paralyze their nation and reduce their island city to rubble.It is Fleet Week in New York, when foreign ships fill the great city's harbor in an incomparable display of naval grace and power. Ken Hughes and Kate Ross are only two of the millions joining in the celebration, watching the spectacle from aboard Ken's boat. Newly in love, they---like everyone else---are oblivious to the dangerous interlopers moving silently among the welcomed guests.

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About the Author:

PAUL GARRISON is the pen name of JUSTIN SCOTT. Together they have written more than thirty thrillers, mysteries, and sea stories. PAUL GARRISON writes modern sea stories (Fire and Ice, Red Sky at Morning, Buried at Sea, Sea Hunter and The Ripple Effect) and a thriller series based on a Robert Ludlum character (The Janson Command and  The Janson Option.)

JUSTIN SCOTT's novels include The Shipkiller, The Normandie, and A Pride of Royals; and the Ben Abbott detective mysteries set in small-town Newbury, Connecticut (HardScape, StoneDust, Frostline, McMansion, and Mausoleum.) SCOTT collaborates on the Isaac Bell detective adventure series with Clive Cussler (The Wrecker, The Spy, The Race, The Thief,
The Striker
, and The Bootlegger.) He has been twice nominated for the Edgar Award by the Mystery Writers of America. He is a member of the Authors league, The Players, and the
Adams Round Table. He is married to filmmaker Amber Edwards. They live in Connecticut.

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A torpedo track streaked the moon-silvered Atlantic.

"This is so beautiful," said Rita. She was entranced by the swirling ocean surface. A heavy moon had risen ahead of the giant cruise liner. Behind them, hours after Manhattan's skyscrapers had sunk beneath the ship's snow-white wake, New York City's night glow still haloed the western sky.

The night was so lovely, so full of stars, that she and Jack kept breaking off from the dancing to run out on deck. They paused for one last look on the way "home" to their incredible cabin. Cool breaths of the sea mingled with warm shifts from the land.

"What are you staring at?"

Jack was leaning on the ship's rail gazing at his beautiful bride and thinking, Sometimes you get lucky. Just when you're sure you'll end up alone wandering Greenwich Village muttering to yourself, your boss introduces you to Rita.

You stop smoking and start running. A year later your best man toasts the luckiest guy in town. Champagne wedding breakfast at Gramercy Tavern, on Rita's boss; upgrade to honeymoon stateroom, thanks to yours. And you're sailing to Italy on the Sovereign Princess with a woman who's so proud to be with you that she hangs onto her bride's bouquet until the ship's out of range of her girlfriends waving from the pier. Then all of a sudden, in the middle of the river, she goes, "Look, they're happy, too!" and throws her flowers to some woman kissing a tugboat captain. Only in New York.

"What?" Rita asked softly.

He felt his eyes get warm. What right turn had he made, what wrong turn had he missed, that got the two of them together for that first look that made everything else happen? Overwhelmed by joy, embarrassed by tears, he looked down at the rushing waves.

"Jesus H!"

"What?"

"Look!"

It was racing toward the ship.

"That's a torpedo."

"Like from a submarine? It is not."

"Rita, before we met I spent a lotta nights watching World at War. That's a torpedo."

"It can't be."

It streamed close by, angling behind the ship, disappeared in the white wake, and emerged to hurry on in the distance, arcing little rooster tails of spray.

"Couldn't have been." He watched it disappear.

"Oh, here comes another one."

A second bubble track, straight at them and this time a lot closer. Jack took her hand instinctively, but it was still so unlikely that instead of backing away, he leaned over the rail to see what it really was. They never looked so fast on The History Channel. He thought this one would miss, too. But it changed course at the last second and smacked into the hull right under where they were standing.

The night exploded brilliant white. He felt something hard as a fist in his face. When he heard the thunder he was already flying through the air with the awful realization that Rita's hand had been torn from his.

"Admiral Tang!"

Sonar's urgent warning jolted every man in the submarine's cramped control room. "Small craft nine hundred yards astern, sir."

Tang Li whirled back to the periscope, alarm sweeping the triumph from his face.

Ahead, a mile across the water, he saw flame pillaring from the liner he had torpedoed. They still hadn't launched any lifeboats. Thousands of passengers were milling on the dark decks.

Tang spun a half circle to scan the moonlit sea behind the submarine. "Radar?"

"Wood or fiberglass hull," answered Shi Deng, the submarine's surface eyes. "Or I'd have picked it up on my pre-attack sweep." Shi Deng's blunt farm-boy's fingers darted like dazzled moths between knobs and keypad as he tried desperately to locate the enemy he had failed to detect.

In ordinary units of the People's Liberation Army, sailors were shot for less. In Admiral Tang's elite Submarine Expeditionary Force--his crews said with only half a smile--a bullet in the back of the head was preferred to a look of disappointment clouding the admiral's determined face. For Admiral Tang had, like some Mandarin of old, plucked only the best from the deep sea of Chinese poverty to give them proud places in his fleet.

He was a sailor's sailor, a first-rate seaman, and they loved him for it. Born to all the privileges accorded the gaogan zidi bya society obsessed with station, he was shockingly democratic, having inherited from his grandfather the Revolutionary's belief that great leaders led from the front. Thus he berthed in the submarine like the lowest machinist's mate. Thus he had personally fired a torpedo into the hapless cruise liner to draw New York's defenders out of their harbor.

It was Fleet Week in New York, the annual late-spring port call by U.S. and foreign naval vessels. Admiral Tang had fought hard to convince his cautious superiors in Beijing that the presence of so many warships would serve as a smoke screen. Churning the coastal waters, cluttering the channels, and congesting the airwaves with their radios and radar, the peaceful visitors had unknowingly camouflaged the approach of his submarines.

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