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Richard Alan Dickson
Darkness spread over the lands beneath the ocean.
It wasn't a darkness that came from the lack of light, since light never filtered down to the rolling plains or into the muddy gorges beneath the cold, black sea. Instead, it was a darkness that came from the destruction of the sonar network—the darkness of a poke in the eye with a sharp stick.
Someone was destroying the sonar buoys on the ocean floor. Someone was going out of their way to blind the Terran Defense Force. Someone was up to something in those cold, dark depths, and that someone didn't want the TDF to know what that something might be.
"Talk to me, Colonel. What do you see?" the voice of Ivory Winds sounded just below Alan Lane's right ear from a speaker in the lining of his black wrap-around helmet.