The Danger ( PDFDrive.com )

Aboard the RV Ponce de Léon, Chris Reardon crouched over the
communications panel, flipping switches and pressing buttons.
“Come in, Marina! Do you read me?”
Cutter sat beside him at a small fold-down table, pounding the keyboard of
Marina’s laptop. She had been trained on one-atmosphere suits in California.
The technical manuals were saved on her computer.
“I found everything about Tin Man except where to oil the hinges,” he
complained, opening files at light speed. “As far as I can see, we’re doing
everything right.”
“Then she just stopped talking,” Reardon concluded. “I hope she’s all right.”
He turned back to the microphone. “Say something, Marina. We’re getting
nervous here.”
Lightning flashed, followed by a crash of thunder. “Weather’s getting
close,” Cutter observed. “Maybe that’s the problem.”
Reardon frowned. “We won’t stay hidden forever. The storm will light us
up.”
Cutter said nothing. He was staring in wide-eyed horror at the computer
screen.
Reardon glanced at him. “What?”
In answer, Cutter swiveled the laptop so that his companion could see the
display. It was a schematic diagram of a deep-ocean submersible.
“That’s not Tin Man,” Reardon pointed out.
“It’s Deep Scout!” Cutter exclaimed.
Reardon was confused. “Why would she need the specs of the sub? We
never used it.”
“The accident!” Cutter’s voice was trembling. “English said it was sabotage!
I thought he was crazy. But look.” He paged down.