Captain Thompson had taken over command of the Seawolf shortly after the war had started. The Seawolf and many Virginia class attack submarines had been slated for decommissioning as the Navy was moving towards a new more versatile attack submarine and underwater drones. However, when the war broke out, the decommissioning of all submarines was placed on hold, and emergency retrofitting and upgrading began in earnest. The US only had three Seawolf class submarines, and they had already served nearly fifty years. They were good submarines, but they had served their purposes. With the destruction of the Fifth and Seventh Fleets, even the older submarines were once again in great demand.
The Seawolf had spent the better part of a year being upgraded with new electronics and the Navy’s new Hammerhead torpedoes. After a few false starts, the ship was finally ready for combat duty. Captain Thompson and the Seawolf had spent the better part of the past year patrolling the waters of the South Pacific and Indonesia. They had gotten lucky a couple of times and managed to sink several Chinese transports and two destroyers. When the Navy moved CSG12 into the Pacific to engage the joint Chinese and Japanese fleets, they had been ordered to head to Hawaii to standby for further orders.
They arrived on station just after CSG12 had won the first battle and had carefully monitored the enemy fleet as it returned to the Hawaiian waters. Captain Thompson wanted to get his ship into the action and attack the enemy ships, but he continued to hold his position until he received further orders. Now Admiral Stonebridge had finally given them a new directive, positioning themselves between Hawaii and the path of the approaching CSG12 to lie in wait for the approaching Japanese and Chinese ships. Once they converged on their location, they were to strike at will. Thompson was high on the rush of adrenaline. He couldn’t wait until those carriers traveled over their position so that he could spring the trap on them.