Clive Cussler

As with its namesake, the replica Narwhal didn't stand a chance against the railgun, and Golov was finding the attack somewhat routine. Next, he'd turn his attention to the Nogero. It was larger than the feeder ship, but he'd sink all the same.
'We have a missile launch!' the radar operator shouted.
'What? From where?'
'From that tramp freighter. One minute to impact.'
'You must be mistaken. Is there a warship behind it?'
'No, Sir.'
'Aircraft in the region?'
'None detected, Captain.'
Golov felt his adrenaline surge. Now he had a challenge.