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dles。 Guess he'll make you sign an indent for the brooms or he'll have the supply officer on top of him when we get out of this。 All right then。 Be seeing you。 Ask for anything you want。〃 He turned back to the plot。
Bond and Leiter followed Petty Officer Fallon along the lower deck to the engine room and then to the engine…repair shop。 On their way they passed through the reactor room。 The reactor； the equivalent of a controlled atomic bomb； was an obscene knee…level bulge rising out of the thickly leaded deck。 As they passed it； Leiter whispered to Bond； 〃Liquid sodium Submarine Intermediate Reactor Mark B。〃 He grinned sourly and crossed himself。
Bond gave the thing a sideways kick with his shoe。 〃Steam…age stuff。 Our Navy's got the Mark C。〃
The repair shop； a long low room equipped with various forms of precision machinery； presented a curious sight。 At one end were grouped the nine swimmers clad only in bathing trunks； their fine bodies glowing with sunburn。 At the other； two men in gray overalls； drab figures of the machine age； were working in semi…darkness with only pinpoints of bright light cast on the whirring lathes from which the knife blades threw small fountains of blue and orange sparks。 Some of the swimmers already had their spears。 After the introductions； Bond took one and examined it。 It was a deadly weapon； the blade； sharpened to a stiletto and notched near the top into a barb； firmly wired into the top of a long stout stave。 Bond thumbed the needle…sharp steel and touched the tip。 Even a shark's skin would not stand up to that。 But what would the enemy have？ CO2 guns for a certainty。 Bond looked the smiling bronzed young men over。 There were going to be casualties…perhaps many。 Everything must be done to effect surprise。 But those golden skins and his own and Leiter's paler skins would show at twenty feet in the moonlight…all right for the guns； but well out of range of the spears。 Bond turned to Petty Officer Fallon： 〃I suppose you don't have rubber suits on board？〃
〃Why sure； mander。 Have to； for escape in cold waters。〃 He smiled。 〃We're not always sailing among the palm trees。〃
〃We'll all need them。 And could you get white or yellow numbers； big ones； painted on their backs？ Then we'll know more or less who's who。〃
〃Sure； sure。〃 He called to his men。 〃Hey； Fonda and Johnson。 Go along to the Quartermaster and draw rubber suits for the whole team。 Bracken； get a pail of rubber solution paint from Stores。 Paint numbers on the backs of the suits。 A foot deep。 From one to twelve。 Get going。〃
Later； with the gleaming black suits hanging like giant bat skins along the wall； Bond called the team together。 〃Men； we're going to have one hell of an underwater battle。 There'll be casualties。 Anyone care to change his mind？〃 The faces grinned back at him。 〃All right； then。 Now； we'll be swimming at around ten feet for a quarter； perhaps half a mile。 It'll be pretty light。 The moon'll be up and the bottom's white sand with some seagrass。 We'll take it easy and go in triangle formation with me； No。 1； leading followed by Mr。 Leiter here as No。 2； and Petty Officer Fallon as No。 3。 Then we broaden out behind like a wedge of geese。 All you have to do is follow the number in front of you and no one'll get lost。 Watch out for isolated niggerheads。 As far as I can gather from the chart there's no true reef； only broken clumps。 It'll be getting on for early feeding time for the fish； so watch out for anything big。 But leave it alone unless it gets too inquisitive。 Then three of you take it on with the spears。 But don't forget that it's most unlikely any fish will attack us。 Close together we'll look like one hell of a big black fish to anyone else and I guess we'll be given a wide berth。 Watch out for sea eggs on the coral and mind the tips of your spears。 Hold them right up near the blade。 Above all； keep quiet。 We must try and get surprise on our side。 The enemy's got CO2 guns； range above twenty feet。 But they're slow things to reload。 If one's aimed at you； try and give a small target。 Keep flat in the water。 Don't put your feet down and give him a full…length target。 As soon as he's fired； go for him like hell with your spear right out。 One jab of those things in almost any part of the head or body and your man's had it。 Wounded men will have to look after themselves。 We can't spare stretcher bearers。 If you're wounded； back out of the fight and get away to a coral clump and rest on it。 Or make for the shore and shallow water。 If you've got a spear in you； don't try and pull it out。 Just hold it in the wound until someone gets to you。 Petty Officer Fallon will have one of the ship's signal flares。 He'll release that to the surface as soon as our attack begins and your captain will at once surface and put out an escape dinghy with an armed party and the ship's surgeon。 Now then； any questions？〃
〃What do we do as soon as we get out of the sub； sir？〃
〃Try and not make any fuss on the surface。 Get down quickly to ten feet and take your place in the formation。 We're likely to get help from a light breeze； but we're bound to create turbulence on the surface。 Keep it down as much as you can。〃
〃What about signals underwater； sir？ Suppose a mask goes wrong or something。〃
〃Thumbs down for any kind of emergency。 Arm held straight out for a big fish。 Thumbs up means ‘I understand' or ‘ing to help you。' That's all you'll need。〃 Bond smiled。 〃If the feet go up； that's the signal that you've had it。〃
The men laughed various kinds of laugh。
There came the sudden voice of the P。A。 system。 〃Swimming party to the escape hatch。 I repeat； swimming party to the escape hatch。 Don equipment； Don equipment。 mander Bond to the attack center； please。〃
The whine of the engines died to a moan and then was silent。 There was a slight bump as the Manta hit bottom。
23。 Naked Warfare
Bond shot upward out of the escape hatch in a blast of pressed air。 Far above him the surface of the sea was a glittering plate of quicksilver bubbling and swirling with the small waves that Bond was glad to see had materialized。 The balloon of air rushed on past him and he watched it hit the silver ceiling like a small bomb。 There was a sharp pain in his ears。 To get depression he fought with his fins and slowed down until he hung suspended ten feet below the surface。
Below him the long black shape of the Manta looked sinister and dangerous。 He thought of the electric light blazing inside her and a hundred men going about their business。 It gave him a creepy feeling。 NOW there came a great explosion from the escape hatch as if the Manta was firing at Bond； and the black projectile of Leiter shot up at him through the burst of silver air bubbles。 Bond moved out of his path and swam on up to the surface。 Cautiously he looked above the small flurry of the waves。 The Disco ； still blacked out； lay stopped less than a mile away to his left。 There were no signs of activity on board。 A mile to the north lay the long dark outline of Grand Bahama edged with the white of sand and small waves。 There were small patches of broken white on the coral and niggerheads in the i