He had a revolver holster on his belt and matched the description Ensign Kreisman had given of Pulaski, the phony scientist who'd pulled a gun on the NR-1.Late in the game's campaign, the "An Eye For Eye" main operation will become available, with "A Real Dog Fight" sub-mission as its fifth main component. The hatch opened in the conning tower, and a man with a white beard climbed out. While they huddled in the shadows, below them in the glare of lights men leaned a ladder against the sub. The weight of their scuba equipment pulled at their arms and fingers. Aside from that, you should fool anyone we meet for at least ten seconds.Īustin and Trout had scrambled up a ladder when the pumping started, and now they hung above the deck.
Trout stood and rubbed his knee.To say nothing of the toll to be exerted on my aging joints. The whoosh of ventilators brought fresh air into the space. While some men swept the deck clear of seaweed and flopping fish, others attached cables to the NR-1 and braced it with timbers so it wouldn't shift with the ship's movement. Then the winches lowered the sub.Ĭrews of men flowed down the stairs onto the slimy floor of the pool. The powerful pumps cleared the pool in minutes. The hydraulic gates slid shut, sealing the chamber from the sea, and with a mighty grumble, invisible pumps began to suck water from the pool. They recognized the white dome immediately as a decompression chamber.Īustin plucked a cap from a pile, tossed it to Trout and jammed another on his head, He pulled the visor down over his head and said:We go for a stroll.Īustin stared off past Trout's shoulder, and a smile replaced the frown on his lips.For starters, I'd suggest that you look behind you. They came upon a large alcove that sheltered a shiny, white, domed structure with small portholes on its side. Seeing that it was deserted, they kept on the move. The catwalk ran into a well-lit passageway. They walked to where the short landing joined a catwalk at a right angle.
While he sat with his back to the bulkhead, Austin retrieved his Bowen from a watertight pack. His ear had picked up the click of a knob turning. Austin jerked his thumb at a door off to the left. This isn't exactly a gingerbread house and we're not Hansel and - whoops. The lights went out except for a glow above their heads.ĪUSTIN STOPPED AT an intersection and glanced up and down the corridors like a bewildered tourist.Damn, he said.I think we're lost. Hauling bags of sea debris, the last of the cleaning crew followed. The NR-1 men were ushered up the stairs and disappeared from view. They had tough, impassive faces and carried heavy-duty firearms that identified them as guards. Austin recognized Captain Logan and the pilot of the NR-1 from pictures he'd been shown. We should have left a trail of bread crumbs, Trout said wistfully. They were deep in conversation and only glanced at the NUMA men before they disappeared down a corridor. The men differed from each other in physique, but both wore glasses and their faces had a studious look. Austin glanced up from his clipboard, gave them a friendly smile and checked them out for weapons. The legs of his uniform came down to his ankles, and his arms protruded from his sleeves.How do I look? Trout said. They pulled the coveralls on over their suit liners.Īt six feet eight and 270 pounds, Trout wasn't easy to fit. Austin was more interested in the neatly folded sets of coveralls stashed on shelves near the lockers. Hanging from a thick rod and still dripping with seawater were the suits worn by the divers who had tied down the NR-1. A short distance from the decompression chamber, they found a locker room.
Then they slipped out of their dry suits and stowed them with the tanks. After making sure no one was using the chamber, they went back for their scuba gear and stashed it inside.
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