“Danke, Herr Kapitan,” said Schorner, eager for a good smoke.
“Did you see how badly aimed those torpedoes were?” Kranke had another good laugh. “Ten fish in the water between the two destroyers and only one got close enough to ask us for a dance. It is clear the Russians have a lot to learn about warfare at sea. We will likely have free reign in these waters if this is all they have in the cupboard.”
“Those looked like fine new destroyers,” said Heintz. “Amazing speed!”
“But good for nothing unless you know how to properly fight the ship. They should have sprinted well ahead with their speed advantage and then fired right down our line of advance in a wide spread. But my god, Schorner, that was a tremendous hit you put on that lead destroyer.”
“The guns are extremely accurate, sir. I believe I could have hit a fly on their mainmast if given just a little more time.”
“Well,” said Kranke. “Now that we have Norway, the Russians come next. They’ve were nipping at Finland’s heels last winter, but the Fuhrer will be sending troops there soon enough. In time we’ll take these northern ports and then they’ll be completely isolated, no navy to speak of and nothing but a few old zeppelins to bother us with.”
Kranke had worked as Chief of Staff for North Sea Security in 1939 before taking his post on Admiral Scheer. When the pocket battleship went into the docks for a haircut and refit to officially become a heavy cruiser, Kranke was put to good use as Navy Representative on Special Staff “ Weserubung ” to help plan the naval portion of the invasion of Denmark and Norway. A man of 47 years, he was a tireless worker, always on the bridge, and taking little time for rest or leisure-except on a night like this.
“Suppose we send up our seaplane to harass that zeppelin, Kapitan?” Heintz had a derisive smile on his face.
“Good idea, Heintz,” said Kranke. “That’s a nice little slap in the face as we leave. They’ll be remembering us for some time up here. Raeder was set to double down on this bet with Operation Doppelschlag, but I hardly think it will be necessary. Admiral Carls flew in from Wilhelmshaven with Vice Admiral Schmundt to plan the whole thing. Wait until they get my report! Yes, we were worried that the Russians had a few new ships up here, but it seems they haven’t the faintest idea what to do with them.”
Now he raised his glass in a toast. “Good shooting, Schorner. Congratulations! Now gentlemen, let us enjoy these fine cigars. Then we can go home and tell Herr Hoffmann that his rocket cruiser is nowhere to be found, and that from the looks of things, Murmansk will be even easier pickings than Norway!”
Even as Kranke raised his glass, a dark car rolled to a stop on a muddy road north of Murmansk. The front doors opened and the driver and a guard stepped out, the latter opening the rear door for the passenger, Vice Admiral Arseniy Golovko, his face grim and serious. The Admiral tramped across the road, folding his arms as he looked at the ship riding at anchor out in the bay.
Massive, he thought. Look at all those antennae! But where are the guns? I was told this ship would be very powerful, and it certainly looks threatening, but with just those three twin turrets? I have destroyers that are better armed.
He shrugged, sighing heavily. “That is the ship?”
“Yes sir. It has been here for several days, and the commanding officer is waiting to receive you ashore.”
“We have nothing else that looks anything like this ship. Where did it come from? I know nothing of a special project to build of ship of this size.”
“It’s a bit of a mystery, sir,” said the adjutant.
“Is it finished? They might have put some guns on the damn thing before they sent it to us.” Golovko shook his head, discouraged and somewhat disappointed. The ship was beautiful, awesome in many ways. He found his eye sweeping over its trim lines as a man might regard the lean shape of a woman’s leg. But nothing up front, he thought, noting the flat empty foredeck.
“Very well. Let us visit this new Admiral again. Kirov seemed fairly well taken with the man. And I see they have named this ship after him. Let’s hope it has better luck for us than Kalinin had yesterday. That was a Kirov class cruiser too.” He lowered his head, watching the mud under his boots as he walked.
They were in the small but rapidly growing settlement of Severomorsk. By order of the General Secretary a big buildup was now underway here. Trucks had been arriving day and night from the rail yard at Murmansk after a big shipment came all the way up from Leningrad. They were to construct new command centers, docks, berthing areas, a supply depot and barracks. Another base, thought Golovko, but nothing to anchor in it.
“Well, beggars can’t be choosers. I come here with an empty teacup looking for help. Let us hope this ship will be of some use.”
They made their way through the sodden ground to a newly built cabin, where the Admiral saw a detachment of security personnel waiting to receive him. He was ushered in to find Admiral Volsky and Fedorov waiting quietly in a simple room, with a table and chairs that doubled as a dining hall for staff officers.
“Forgive the accommodations, Admiral,” said Volsky as he extended his hand. “We are just getting established here ashore, and the crews are busy with repairs on the ship.”
“Quite a vessel,” said Golovko. “I am told it was a secret project?”
“That is correct.”
“Well I won’t bother you with questions about it. I’m afraid I have come with some grave news. We received emergency alarms from our base at Port Dikson on the Kara Sea. The Germans have sortied with a squadron of warships. We got wind of it through naval intelligence last week-an operation Wunderland, as they call it. There has been fighting.”
“Fighting? Then they have violated your neutrality?”
“If you want to call the sinking of three ships a violation, then you have it exactly.” Admiral Golovko related the news, and Volsky could perceive his frustration at the end when he told the story of how his own warships had fared in their first encounter with the Germans.
“A destroyer sunk?”
“ Kalima. One of our newest ships.”
“And the ice breaker?”
“ Siberiakov. We called her old Sasha, as that ship has made that high Arctic run east for years, but no longer. They tell me the Germans have taken prisoners, and one man in particular that raises some alarm. His name was Zolotov, and he was carrying the new code books for the weather outposts along that route. Now we will have to change the code yet again!”
At the mention of that name Volsky seemed very surprised.
“Zolotov… Georgie Zolotov?”
“Yes, that is the man. You know him?”
“I have heard of the man, though we have never met.” Volsky seemed very upset now. “ Sasha… yes, I have heard his name before. This is a very serious matter, Golovko. What do you propose to do about it?”
“That is the dilemma, Admiral Volsky. I have already sent the best ships at my disposal to find this German flotilla. Kalinin took three hits, Kalima was sunk and only Saku survived unscathed. We sent out the Narva to see if we could find and shadow the Germans, and this she has done.”
“Another cruiser? I have not heard of this ship.”
“It is an airship, Admiral. C-10, commissioned in 1938. We still have a few in the fleet, but it won’t do us any good. There is nothing Narva can do to stop those German ships. Oh, it can catch them, but if it tries to fire on them they will blow it out of the sky with their secondary batteries. So here I sit, commander of the Red Banner Northern Fleet, and I have six older destroyers and another rusting cruiser moored at Murmansk. Kalinin will be in the repair dock for at least two weeks, not that it matters. I have nothing to throw at them but seaplanes and blimps!”
Volsky nodded, remembering his own frustration as he contemplated sending out his Pacific fleet against the powerful American Navy. His eyes narrowed, and he gave Fedorov a glance before he spoke.