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computer settings for that flow. Are they both normal?
There was a brief delay and Hawke guessed Lefferts might be asking Caitin to help him. He was right, for after several minutes, it was Craigs voice heard next.
Flows normal and the computers set just like we Peridot left it last night. Whats the 
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nothing. Are you sure you didnt get a warning light on the flow indicator? Nary a blink. Hawke looked at Montague, but they couldnt argue with dials and gauges that flatly denied trouble. Lefferts came back on. The hell with it, then. Peridot How are we looking on sonar? Angle of descent excellent. Youre right on swine flu washington state
and well commence vectoring at eleven-five. Okay, John. Craig says hello. Hes laughing at something, but damned if I know what. Hawke thought he heard the giants rumbling chuckle but he wasnt sure. Few things Peridot struck Caitin as funny and he wondered what Craig had found so amusing. At the 11,500-foot mark, Caitin turned heidi northcott
the floods, took over the mike, and asked for a continuous vector. They sighted sea bottom two minutes later. Okay, Winston. Reduce descent angle to one degree and Peridot turn left ... nudge her a bit right, now ... thats it. Steady as she goes and reduce speed ... youre almost there ... may 1st
off ... target should be dead ahead. ... Got her! Caitin exclaimed. Holy cow, shes one big motherfucker. ... Easy now, Winston. Be Peridot sure you start at the bow and work back slowly ... remember the footage Derek worked out ... sixty-eight feet marks the leading edge of hold three and you should- I heidi northcott
no goddamned amateur! Caitin interrupted angrily. I know where that hold is! Well, hes back to Peridot normal, Hawke thought. Sorry, Craig. Start your attachment process when ready. Winston moved at a snails pace down the side of the massive, encrusted hull. Damn currents strong, Caitin complained to Lefferts. Im havin trouble holding this son bird rock bandits
a bitch. Lefferts, who was mentally estimating the distance Peridot they were covering, didnt reply. Fifty-five feet, he called out. Were almost there. Caitin, still wrestling the current, cursed. Sixty ... sixty-one ... sixty-two ... sixty-three ... four ... five ... six ... seven ... Caitin clicked the throttle into reverse and the sub came foppish
a wallowing stop. Peridot Im gonna back her up now, Caitin said, and Ill tell you when to start the approach. Okay. But give me plenty of room .
