Alarm bells are going off in his head and self-preservation kicks into high gear, and he yanks the controls again as the sonar noise swings back around behind them.
The bathy, not designed for this kind of off-road nonsense, starts to spin. The torpedo misses them again. But good luck guessing which direction it went, or even which direction is up, as the sphere rotates like a fairground ride.
Jack, teeth gritted, fights to get them back on course. But it's not like there are seat belts. He's half tugging on the joysticks, half hanging onto them for dear life.
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Alarm bells are going off in his head and self-preservation kicks into high gear, and he yanks the controls again as the sonar noise swings back around behind them.
The bathy, not designed for this kind of off-road nonsense, starts to spin. The torpedo misses them again. But good luck guessing which direction it went, or even which direction is up, as the sphere rotates like a fairground ride.
Jack, teeth gritted, fights to get them back on course. But it's not like there are seat belts. He's half tugging on the joysticks, half hanging onto them for dear life.