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An inforced patrol was sent to patrol certain areas in NY system. Battleships Chicago recived stress call from the same sector as the patrol and going to assist them. They encounter sometihng they couldnt believe. Chicago pulls back while they get hit and to align the rest of the fleet

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The captain raises his eyes up, ‘Merry, please, don’t be angry at me’. The captain wasn’t a religious man, maybe something changed in him but he couldn’t remove her image in his eyes. ‘Merry, I tried’ he almost whisper. Merry was the only woman in his life. They married young. But that look of her when she caught in air lock never fades away. “Come`on people, row! We’ll show them how hard our steel is.”

Sounds fills Toms dashboard, “Captain we have incoming torpedo…”. Captain turns to the screen “Speed?”. Radar man seems like trying push to many button at once, “255 and accelerating 10 clicks per second, estimated hit 47 seconds”.
“45”
“40”
“Alright, Kris, release flares on my command and every second afterwards”
“Aye Aye… Sir we have turrets, should I try to intercept?” Kris was the gun man, pretty deadly when it comes to point and click.
“No, its too fast, we’ll give it a carpet, red carpet”
“20”
“15”
“Kris fire first flare”
“Yes sir… first flare away…second…”
“10 seconds”
“Tom! Torpedo direction?”
“Parallel to us sir”
“What the faa”
“2”
“1”
…
“Ok, its clear. Kris did she hit one of your flares?”
“No…Captain its moving straight ahead.”
“Alright, Jenny update our coordinates to….” Toms interrupts captains almost with panic in his voice. “Sirrr, she's coming back”
“Oh my god, reverse engine, turn left 40 and fire the flare. Kris, fire ‘em like hell”. That was “penetrator” or what ever the name was, we had briefing about possible vulnerability. Imagine what single bullet can do with combined speed us and its own.

Red lights everywhere. “Captain we lost the engines, we losing speed fast”
“Dammit!!! Where are LMs? Call them and say where going to evacuate, and declare Argaman stage” I have one more surprise

Ships sirens sound with sweat woman voice: “All personal Argaman” You never know if everybody knows those codes, Navy’s indispensable.
“Tom what is personal count now?”
“Sir it’s only our pod now”
“Take charge of it, go NOW”
“Sir…Yeees sir, but…”
“Go now or I will court your ass to the… Its and order.”

Merry,
Merry…

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