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Sonar conditions suck! Go passive. The pilot reached up and flipped the switch to listen in. Willy was right. Too much flow noise. Think! he told himself The pilot looked at his tactical display. The amphibs were a scant ten miles away. He couldnt hear them on duets his sonar, but there was about little girl movies 30-percent chance that a submarine could. If we had him at antenna depth before, he probably has a fair idea where they are . . . but not good enough to shoot. Romeo, Hammer, can you warn the phibs off? duets Over. Negative, Hammer. They are running away from a probable contact to seaward. Great! princess diaries the growled over the intercom. Prepare to raise dome, Willy. A minute later they were heading west. This sub-drivers got real balls, the pilot said. Hes got brains, too OMalley keyed his radio. Romeo, Hammer, put duets Novembers course track on your tactical display and transmit to my gadget. It took a minute. OMalley blessed the cookout the engineer whod built this feature into the Seahawks tactical computer. The pilot drew an imaginary line from their only contact on the sub and Nassaus projected course. duets Figure the sub is going at twenty- to twenty-five knots . . . The pilot reached down and stabbed his finger on the glass life is beautiful where the bastard is! How do you know? Ralston asked. OMalley already had the Seahawk heading that way. Cause if I was him, duets thats where Id be! Willy, next time we dip, keep the dome at exactly one hundred feet. Tell you one other thing, Mr. Ralston-this guy thinks hes beat us. Nobody babe scientist movies the Hammer! OMalley circled over the spot hed selected and brought the Seahawk into hover. Down duets dome, Willy. Passive search only. One hundred feet, listening, skipper. Seconds stretched out into minutes while the pilot worked his controls to keep the helicopter stationary. Possible contact bearing one-six-two. Go active? Ralston asked. Not yet. Bearing is changing slowly, dirty harry one-five-n.