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HMS Astute, 53° N x 5° W, Irish Sea, 15 January, 11:41 hrs GMT
“Match bearings and shoot!” ordered the Captain.
HMS Astute shuddered as she fired her torpedo tubes. A spread of six Spearfish torpedoes sped toward their target enough to destroy any ship short of a American aircraft carrier or oil supertanker. The crew prayed that it would be enough to kill what the Royal Navy named “The Beast.”
“Cavitation noises. Target matched our bearings and closing. Current speed, thirty knots plus,” said the sonarman.
“Blow tanks, trim to full, ahead flank!” ordered the Captain.
“Target past forty knots and closing,” said the sonarman.
The world tilted. He grabbed the nearest chair. Astute rocketed to the surface. He has seen what The Beast had done to Diamond, if the torpedoes failed he would have one chance to save as much of his crew as possible. Several explosions reverberated through the ships hull. For a moment the Captain felt light on his feet, as if he was about to float away, then the whole ship trembled as it crashed back into the surface of the sea.
“Four impacts. No biologicals. No other contacts,” reported the sonarman.
“Well done. Send a report to the Admiralty. Mission Accomplished.”