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He was di a radio alert to the two ships about the inbound torpedoes, not that there was anything they could do A ship the size of the Aggie Johnston had a pathetically large turning radius, and needed fivespeed

“I’ two fast movers off the carrier,” Mark Murphy said fros, antisubmarine warfare planes aroing to have a real bad day starting in about ten minutes”

“Which is five minutes too late for us,” Eric said

“Hali, what’s the range to the fish tracking us?” Cabrillo asked

“Six thousand yards”

And for the Saga?”

“Thirty-two hundred”

Cabrillo straightened in his chair, his decision made It was time to roll the dice and see what happened “Hela and the torpedo headed for her”

“Aye”

“Wepps, open the ports for the forward Gatling and target that fish, slave your coeting reticle from the crow’s nest camera”

“Just a second,” Mark said

“Mr Murphy” Juan’s tone was sharp “We don’t have a second” Murph wasn’t listening He was engrossed with so place on a laptop computer he had jacked into his system “Come on, baby, learn it, will you,” he said anxiously

“What are you doing?” Cabrillo asked, leaning over to coh the water

“Teaching the Whopper a new trick”

Whopper hat he and Eric Stone called the Oregon’s superco stolen the na computer hacker who breaks in to SAC/NORAD and almost starts a nuclear war