_The Arctic Sea was deadly in every way--its icy water, crushing ice, avid beasts. Still something there was more lethal than these!_ Wavelets of cigarette smoke drifted across the comfortably lounging enlisted men in the air-conditioned compartment of the Fleet Ballistic Missile submarine, as they sat watching Barney. Sweat streaming from his swollen-veined forehead, hurried and grotesque in his black rubber diving suit, exploding triumphant curses like underwater demolition charges, Barney finished tightening the control cables of what resembled a torpedo with two open cockpits. "_This_ time the little gal raises her hydroplanes!"…
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