SdL Megalodon, Shimmering Sea, Terra Nova

Charlemagne was just ahead, five kilometers. They couldn't hear it through the hull, not at this depth, but Auletti had it firm on the sonar. At the current speed of the carrier it would pass almost directly overhead within the next six minutes.

"You sure this is a good test, skipper?" Aleman asked. His tone of voice made it clear he was dubious.

"Sure," Chu answered, "why not?"

"Because Orca drew the escorts away."

"Not all of them. There are enough here for a test and we did go right under that Amethyst Class' nose."

Aleman nodded. "That's true, I suppose. Even so—"

Auletti interrupted. "Skipper, the frog sub just pinged the Orca! Continuous pinging . . . oh, shit, she fired! Orca's returning fire with a supercavitating torpedo! I've got . . . JESUS!" Auletti pulled the headphones from his head and cupped his ears with the pain of multiamplified noise assaulting his eardrums.


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