Jarrah remained stoic. The attempt to lighten the mood had gone nowhere.
The man continued. “It took much longer than we expected to cut open the hatch of each missile tube on the submarine. The acetylene torch on this DSV is not as heavy as was needed. And, our intel was wrong about which silo the missile would be found. We had to cut into four tubes before we found the one weapon they had aboard.”
Dismissing the problems as though they were skipped steps in a cake recipe, Jarrah’s eyes gleamed. “And how much difficulty did you have lifting the missile out of the tube?” he said like a child waiting to open birthday presents.
Jarrah’s rapid mood swings caused one word to pop into the larger man’s mind, schizophrenia.
“How much difficulty? Well, let’s see. We’re in a miniature submarine
