“What is it, Lynn?” At the helm of the Research Submarine Nereid, Marcus Clark scanned the immediate vicinity through the view port while everyone else in the cabin looked toward the navigator.
“It’s not the Megalodon we encountered yesterday. Not much bigger, but it reads differently.”
“Something even more minatory?”
“Cut with the erudite crap, Dr. Everett. That prehistoric shark was bad news enough.” Former Marine Gunnery Sergeant Leon Spencer hated being penned inside this tin can underneath hundreds of meters of ocean where his skills meant nothing.
“It’s unthinkable that your experiment should have gotten this far.”