"Torpedo!" The sonarman's shrill voice echoed inside the cramped MIUW van. Bailey turned and was jerked back by the cord that connected her headset to the console. She untangled it from the console joystick and got as close as she could to the sonar console. "Where?" she demanded. The sonarman pointed at an oddly unstable signature on his screen. "There-it's not U.S., not Soviet."
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