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Chapter 5

Soon after fleeing into the stern compartment, the lights went out, the furs in the electric motor room started to tinker with the generator, the lights flickered on again, but, went out shortly after. The generator was dead, like Dmitriy, and Boris, it was dead, the furs working on it didn't know why, but it wouldn't start up, the power outage was local, the electrical panel showed that the bow of the sub still had power. So I sat there, with the rest of the still living crew in the cold, and dark, it was silent; all you could hear is the breathing of furs in close quarters, cramped into to compartments in the stern of an evil sub.

"Oh god..." someone murmured in the dark. Some one started to pray, another lit a cigarette, the glowing end lit up his face a little, he was crying, scared, we were all scared.

"We can't stay here" I said, standing up, and squeezing my way to the hatch that led into the engine room. "If we can get out side, and get to the bow hatch, maybe, maybe we can stop the launch." At first, the only response I got was just some grumbles and mutters of depressed furs. "Comrades! Are you all Cowards?" I said, out loud into the dark. This got some mutterers at first, then some supportive yells, "Onward! Comrades! For the mother land!" I yelled, throwing open the hatch into the engine room, getting hit with the smoke and heat. I turned and looked behind me, standing there, ears back, tails wagging, holding assorted guns, stood 17 furs, ready to follow me to hell and back.

I climbed up the ladder, and climbed out the open hatch, squinting my eyes, as I looked across the deck. The deck was empty of life, just a few mangled corpses laid there, there were bits of fur, matted with blood splattered across the deck, the water still red. Off in the distance sat a American aircraft carrier, and a pawfull of destroyers, ready to pounce. I crouched next to the hatch, and signaled for the other furs to come up.

"Comrade Uri," one said, as he crouched next to me, "how are we going to get in? Through the bow hatch? Or the conning tower hatch?" He asked.

I thought for a second, "Both, comrade, you take nine furs and go in through the bow hatch, I'll take the other eight and go into the conning tower."

He saluted, and ran over to a group of furs, "You nine, with me," he said, before leading them to the bow.

I pointed to the others, "Come on, were going to try to get in on the conning tower hatch" and with that, I ran off, almost slipping in the blood that coated the deck, towards the conning tower.

I leaned up against the conning tower, out of the sun, and caught my breath, as the other furs followed me. I heard gunshots, and looked towards the bow, the other group had the bow hatch open, and were firing down into it. I smiled, my tail waging, as I thought we may actually succeeded in reclaiming the sub.

"Onward! Comrades!" I yelled, looping the AK-47's strap over my shoulder, tossing it on my back, as I started to climb the ladder on the side of the conning tower. About halfway up, the sub started to shake as the hum of strong hydraulic arms opened the three mighty hatches atop the conning tower. "They were getting ready to try and fire the missiles" I yelled down at the fur below me.

He nodded and smiled, "We will stop them, comrade" and with that, we kept climbing. Upon reaching the top, I climbed and pulled my self into the empty bridge, the sub shuddered to a loud hissing noise, they were going to try to fire the first missile.

I helped the first fur into the bridge, when it happened. There was a horrible scream, and the sub shuddered, I was tossed back, falling down, in the bridge, I huge torrent of steam shot out of the first missile tube, the nose of the first missile peaking out of the tube, before dropping back in, with a loud crash, the hatch, slamming shut.

Boris had did it, he had sabotaged the missile, it wouldn't fire, it wouldn't rain its death upon a un-suspecting city. I got up, and started to help the other furs up, and in to the bridge.

"Damn, comrade!" one of the sailors said, " what the hell happened?!" he asked.

"The missile" I said, "it didn't fire!" I said with joy, "it miss-fired! This is wonderful!"

The other furs gave up a yell, "HURRAH" they yelled, ready to go into the sub. The hatch was un-locked, and opened easily, dropped down, into the armored action center, a cold wet room, painted a flat black, windows on one side, gun and flag lockers on the other side.

"Are you ready, comrades?" I asked, as one of the furs bent down, getting ready to open the hatch that led into the control compartment. "Yes comrade!" one said, " for mother Russia!" and with that, the crouching fur, ears back, tail straight, threw open the hatch.

I looked down the sights of my AK-47, at the admiral, standing right below the hatch, he was smiling his tail wagging, paws on his hips, wearing his crisp white officers uniform, upon hearing the hatch open, he looked up at me, the smile fading from his face, his tail going limp, the paws falling from his hips. I squeezed the trigger, the AK firing, the bullets ripping into the face of the evil admiral, bright red blood staining his crisp white uniform, blood seeping down his shirt, as he fell limply to the ground.

His body lay there, the blood pooling around him, soaking into his uniform, slowly turning it a deep crimson red. With that, I stepped back, as the retaliatory gun fire came up at the hatch, the bullets bouncing off it, one or two coming through, hitting the fur next to me in the chest, he yelped, and stumbled back. One of the sailor, the one who opened the hatch, was sitting there, holding a smoke grenade, used for signaling, now to be used to mask our entrance. He grinned, and pulled the pin, the thick red smoke started to shoot out a hole in the top, dropping it into the compartment below us.

Just as I singled the furs to drop into the compartment, the sound of a hatch being thrown open, and the loud thundering of gun fire reverberated through the sub.

Then all was quite, "Comrade Uri? Don't shoot, we have the room secured."

"Vlad? That you?" I yelled down, cautious of any traps.

"Yeah, Uri, your friends un-locked us from the bow torpedo compartment" he yelled, "They gave us guns, we wanted to help." I smiled, my tail waging as I turned to the furs crowed behind me.

"We did it men, we took back the sub." They let out a yell, tails waging, and started to drop down into the control compartment.

It was over, we all thought, we prevented Armageddon, we would go back to the soviet union heroes. But it wasn't to be.

"Alright comrades," I said, as the smoke cleared, "is Vostok alive? Tell him to get on the radio and call Moscow, tell them everything is under control." There was much commotion, as the sailors called out for Vostok. Vostok was alive, he had locked him self in the radio compartment, and waited out the gun battle.

"Already on it Uri!" Vostok yelled from the radio room, I was glad Vostok was alive, sadly, Gustav wasn't he was killed in the coup in the beginning of the take over, shot in the back of the head, he never knew he was going to die.

"Uri! We have a problem!" Vostok yelled, "Get in here now!" I pushed and shoved my way through the crowd of furs, who were trying to get the sub running. I got to the radio room, and stuck my head in.

"What is it Vostok?"

Vostok looked scared, "its Moscow.. They don't care hat we saved the sub... where all traitors to then for letting this happen, we can't leave.. We can't go back to Russia. They have asked the Americans to sink the sub, and us with it." he said, his face grave, ears limp, tail curled under his chair.

"All right then, Vostok, we will dive the boat."

"Comrades!" I said, standing in the middle of the control compartment, the body's of the true traitors being cared away, "Moscow, has abandoned us!" I yelled, "there having the Americans sink the sub, we can't let that happen, I'm taking control, and I say, we dive the sub!" Some of the furs just looked at me, with shocked expressions on there sad faces.

"B-but...Uri, diving the sub will cause it to sink..." some fur said.

"I'm aware of that, comrade, but.. I rather die at my own paws, then the paws of the imperialist bastard's." I said, smashing my fist onto the sonar consol. "Close the hatches, make ready to dive!" I ordered, although I wasn't the highest ranking fur left on the sub, I had some how, assumed power of the boat.

"Yes sir" one of the furs said, a small smile on his haggard muzzle, his tail waging slowly.

I looked about the compartment, burnt out, and tired furs looked back, there eyes were hollow, there ears limp, some laid flat against there head, others, at odd angles, there tails limp, some curled around there owners leg, others just hung still. The hatches were shut, with a clang, a few furs managed to force open the stuck hatch leading from compartment 5 into the engine room.

The stern hatch was shut, "were buttoned up" came over the intercom, I nodded, and stared at the American destroyer that was closing in fast at us, through a hole in the hull.

"Alright furs," I said, "set the sub in dive mode, then retreat to the compartments that are still water tight." I said, several furs saluted, and started to work at the remaining controls, while others went into the bow torpedo compartment, and sealed them selves in, locking the hatch behind them.

"Sir, were diving" one of the furs said, the few remaining furs started to run aft, towards the electric motor room, and the stern torpedo compartment, the last air tight compartments in the sub. I looked about the control compartment one last time, bullet holes were in the walls, shell casings littered the floor, wires and pipes hung broken on the walls, a sense of dread, a cold feeling, was in the room. I looked one last time out the bathtub sized hole in the hull, at the Americans, they were going to kill us, yet we saved them, how sad. I thought, before heading aft.

So this was it, we were condemned to die in a steel tube, a cold steel coffin, the Americans would try to sink the sub, but we would do it first, and we would die, un-known heroes, un-recognized by the Soviet Union, abandoned by them.

I was the last fur in the electric motor compartment, and locked the hatch, as the sub started to dive, the floor at an angle, lose objects rolling across it.

"So this is it," some fur said. "Good buy world." Yes.. Good buy world, the sub shuddered, and began dive, water flooding in through the holes, sinking her. Water flowed like the blood of the fallen sailors into the control compartment, then, through the hatch left opening into the missile compartment.

The control compartment, the galley, my cabin, full of water, cold, dark water, mixed with blood, putting out the few fires, but pulling the sub down. Soon, the sub started to go under, being powered by one propeller, powered by one electric motor, diving the sub one last time. The water soon crashed over the deck, washing away the blood and bodies, almost as if cleaning the sins away, washing the evil off the sub. Bubbles rushed from the ballast tanks, and the holes in the hull, the ocean lapping hungrily at the conning tower, and then, the K-495 dove, carrying all of us, those who were still alive, down into the depths, the water quickly filling the missile compartment, and compartment 5, the bow compartments, the galley, radio room, and crew cabins flooded.

The water flowed into the already flooding engine compartment filling it fast, splashing up against the sealed bulkhead door, the only door that kept the water out. But the door couldn't stop the water.

In the engine room the water got into the ventilation system, now it was unstoppable. It poured through the vents into the electric motor compartment, and the stern torpedo compartment, the two compartments where we were, where we were condemned to, where we would stay for eternity, locked in a steel tomb, never again to see the light of day.

A few of the furs panicked, a few screams and yells could be heard from both rooms, one fur desperately pounded on the hatch leading to the engine compartment, where the only way to get out of the sub was, but the force of the water held the hatch shut, held it like it was welded. Some furs prayed, calling out to god to save them, they condemned the admiral, and the sub, begging forgiveness for there sins. They begged to be spared, to go back to there families in the Soviet Union, but god either didn't hear them, or ignored them. Others took it, and excepted there faith, they sat there, a few glows from cigarettes could be seen in the dark, glowing, little stars in the cold dark compartment, as the water rose, they started to go out, one by one. I sat there, leaning against the cold wall at the farthest back in the sub that I could get, the water splashing over my lap, over my legs, and up against my chest. It was rising fast, swallowing us up, the electrical motor compartment already full of water, some of the furs from there had smashed there way into this torpedo room, trying to stay alive..

But it was no use. The ocean flooded in, the air left, I sat there, holding my breath, calm, knowing not to fight it, I could feel a fur next to me trashing about, desperately trying to claw his way through the hull and get out. But Soon, he grew still, everyone grew still, yet I held on, surrounded by the dead, my breath growing shorter. Then the breath reflex kicked in, and I took a big gulp of seawater, it filled my lungs, choking my brain, and all grew dark.

Twenty minutes later the K-495 landed in the soft mud of the bottom of the ocean, to rest there, for ever banished form the light of day, its crew cold and dead, never to see sunlight again, they were for ever to roam the seas on the K-495, a sub only fit for hell...the K-495, the devils boat.

For many years, the sub would lay there, un-disturbed, her and her crew forgotten, erased from the US and Soviet archives, the K-495 had ceased to exist, one day, in the year of 1967 the K-495 held the fait of the world in its grips.

End.