Chapter 13

USS Hartford
8:01 a.m.

Amy glanced over at the hole in the wall where McCann had disappeared before reaching up to make the first cut into the wires overhead. Without the schematics, she was no better than a bull in a china shop. But it really didn’t matter. Any kind of damage was a positive step.

She felt partially responsible for this whole mess. She’d ignored the immediate warning flag that had gone up in her head the moment she’d started testing the navigation system in the control room. The rejection report completely disagreed with the actual sequence. From the first readouts, it was clear there was nothing wrong with the system. The local network malfunction could have only been caused by someone intentionally disconnecting a wire or loosening a connection. She had a good idea that it must have been something right there in the control room, too.

From the moment she’d been given the job, she’d operated on the defensive, looking for screw-ups that would have occurred during production. She’d searched for catastrophic system failures and had totally disregarded the possibility of operator sabotage.

She knew now why it happened, too. Someone had wanted to bring Hartford back in for this, the hijacking, and Amy had missed the opportunity to send up a flare. She’d never even voiced her concern to the sub’s commander.

Idiot.

She snipped away with her cutters, determined to do some real damage to the navigation system that she guessed was probably working perfectly now.

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