Note: This mission takes place after Mace the Bear.
Unseen by NATO, 2 Oscar-class submarines left their berths in Sevastopol several weeks ago.
An hour ago, you were unceremoniously woken from the first decent sleep you've had in a month.
"Battlestations. All crew report to Battlestations. This is not a drill."
As you bolt out of bed, the XO pops in.
"Get ready. You're going up."
"What the hell's going on? An attack?"
"The Ticonderoga's been hit. Not sure by what. Either a mine or torpedo."
"Torpedo?! Holy hell."
"Yeah, it's bad. We've got Seahawks dropping sonobuoys all over the place looking for the bastard but nothing yet. I want you in the air on stand-by. If we find any subs, you'll be the one to hit'em."
"Gotcha. Ready in 3."
