CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
On the Sea Floor – Shelikhov Gulf
“Skipper?” This was a decision I couldn’t make.
“Take them out, Mac!”
“Ski – are you mobile?” I asked.
“I’m fine, I just got a f*****g spear in my arm.” Ski didn’t sound too happy.
“Listen all of you,” I said. “First, kill the coms! Cut their main cable bundle. Watch out for spear guns. Move it, Guys!”
We had perhaps a minute or so before someone down there thought to call topside. Perhaps they already had, but we needed to move.
“Dive Control, it’s Bill. I’m at the bundle. It’s three pieces – gas, comms, and strength member. I’m sawing the comms.”
Suddenly the Basketball monitor cleared up and I could see Bill cutting away at the comm cable.
“I’m watching, Bill,” I told him.
“I’m through the skin, Dive Control…” Grunting and
