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“Well?” she said

“There’s a rab it for me?” She was back with it in half a es for a couple minutes, then plucked one of the sheets out and handed it to Remi

“Molch,” she read “What in God’s name”

Her words trailed off as she kept reading

Saet torpedo submarine produced by Nazi Germany in 1944”

Built for the Kriegsmarine by A G Weser, a company in Breer Measuring thirty-five feet long, three feet from deck to keel, and six feet froned to carry one crew member and two G7e torpedoes on port and starboard racks to depths of 120 feet and distances up to fifty nautical ed speed of three knots, apace

As an offensive weapon the Molch, like ely unsuccessful: it was hard to steer, ale so limited it was dependent upon auxiliary vessels for support and deployment

“Are you sure, Sam?” Remi asked

“I’ fits”

“How in the world did it end up here?”

“That’s the part that doesn’t fit According to everything I’ve read, these things only saw action in Holland, Denmark, Norway, and the Mediterranean There are absolutely no records of Molches being deployed this far west”

“How s were there?”

“Almost four hundred, and most of those were lost, either sunk or vanished They were death traps, Reet-sub duty”

“You said a one-man crew You don’t think”

“Won’t know until I get in there”