“I’m getting seismic readings off the scale, sir!” Wilson reported.
“Helm, pull back fifty hectares. If this place blows, I want to be farther away.”
“What about Flotilla, sir?”
“I can’t do anything about Flotilla. She’s on her own.”
“Aye, sir.” Wilson didn’t conceal the disapproval in her voice.
“If you have a solution, Warrant Officer, I’d love to hear it.”
“Aye, sir.” This time she sounded morose. They backed off and held their new position, watching the events unfold below.
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