You didnt expect us to do that, did you? Nice job, fire-control! We got our shots off a minute faster than the other guy. Speed?
Twenty-four knots and increasing, sir, the helmsman answered. Passing four hundred feet, sir.
Sonar, how many fish we got chasing us?
At least ~pad/wiki/wiki LFS three, sir. Sir, our units are premonition I believe they have the target.
XO, in a few seconds were going to turn and change depth. When we do, I want you to fire off four noisemakers at fifteen-second intervals.
Aye, Capn.
McCafferty went over to stand behind the helmsman. ~pad/wiki/wiki LFS Hed just turned twenty the day before. The rudder indicator was amidships, last holiday ten degrees of down angle on the planes, and the submarine was just passing through five hundred feet and hurtling down. The speed log now showed thirty knots. The rate of acceleration slowed ~pad/wiki/wiki LFS as Chicago neared her maximum speed. He patted the boy on the shoulder.
Now. Ten degrees rise on the clash of the titans and come right twenty degrees rudder.
Yes, sir!
The hull thundered with the news that their fish had found their target. Everyone jumped or cringed-they had their own problems ~pad/wiki/wiki LFS chasing after them. Chicagos maneuver left a massive knuckle in the water that the executive officer punctuated with four noisemakers. .

