[h2][color=RoyalBlue]Subpref-12, 17 clicks off Halifax[/color][/h2]


"Captain," a tinny voice whispered through the intercom, "Unidentified sonar signatures detected, please advise." The Captain held down the intercom button.

"Distance and bearing?"

"Multiples, most stationary," from beyond the intercom the captain heard the flicking of nobs, "bearing... 289 degrees, distance 3000 meters." The captain frowned, that was too close for comfort; he did some quick mental maths and figured the unidentified signatures were 14 clicks off of Halifax.

"Keep me posted," he replied, taking his finger off the intercom button and turning to face the cramped interior of his U-Boat, picking up a receiver, he rang for the engine room, "decrease to 5 knots and activate silent running," he felt the vessel slow down. 

Captain Henry Monk and his crew were engaging in solitary exercises in the north sea, most of the crew were new and were rotated from the auxiliary naval forces; they were in no position to engage an enemy ship, let alone multiple. Monk dropped the receiver into it's holder and motioned for the pilots attention.

"Up bubble 5 degrees, 1 meter per second to periscope depth." he was being cautious around the unknown fleet, taking measures to decrease his vessel's sonar signature by ascending slowly and turing on the silent running engines. Slowly the U-Boat rose up and the ship released a small groan of relief as the pressure of tons of water above decreased; upon reaching periscope depth monk pulled down the viewer and his frown deepened. A moderate fleet of ships bobbed on the ocean's surface, the distance they were from Halifax unnerved him, they seemed to be flying Canadian colors so he should have not felt all too worried but he couldn't help himself. Monk pushed the intercom button and spoke, "Send a message to naval command."


[pre]
From: Cpt. Henry Monk, Subpref-12 "The New Brunswick Trawler"
To: Naval Command, Halifax

Canadian fleet spotted 14 clicks off of Halifax. Appearing to be non-hostile. Please Advise.[/pre]


[h2][color=RoyalBlue]Office of Prime Minister Lawrence J. Young, St. Johns[/color][/h2]

'So the Canadians want to play like that?' he thought to himself, reading the urgent naval communiqué, he thought they had come for peace but it seemed like they were just as ready to stab them in the back, 'We'll play that game.'


[pre]
From: Prime Minister Lawrence J. Young, St. Johns
To: Naval Command, Halifax

Naval Command. Post 5 packs to the mouth of The Gulf of Saint Lawrence. Your orders are to stop any Canadian Naval vessels from crossing over to the Montrealan coast. Avoid lethal force. [/pre]