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Why? |
I have selected you, to return with me along with several other specimens, for study. We will examine you and the others, discover desirable features to incorporate in our 'earthcolonizers.' |
It is a living thing. When damaged you would say 'wounded' it immediately 'heals' itself. |
That's why no water leaked inside when we rammed you? |
Of course. But it is time to be gin the return voyage |
To navigate, won't you have to... see your way? |
Obviously. |
<u>That</u> might be a <u>little</u> <u>rough</u>! |
Thought you were going to Washington, Skipper. |
I did go. Just back. Reef, these are a couple of our passengers Sir Ian Hunt, and Dr. Clifford Kent. My exec, Commander Richard Holloway. |
I met Dr. Kent, once. |
I'm afraid I have some bad news for you, Reef You'll have to share quarters, this trip. |
Who with? |
Dr. Neilsen. He'll be |
'Doctor' Neilsen? When did <u>that</u> happen? |
Huh? |
It'll be all right. We're old friends! |
What do you think? |
I think I should have joined the Air Force! |
Determine extent of damage, immediately. |
After torpedo room: Report! |
You're sure it's Cyclops? |
Take a look. |
What's the running time? |
Thirtyfour seconds! |
Right <u>at</u> him? |
That's what I said! |
But what can we accomplish? |
We can <u>ram</u> him! |
A hundred and eighty fathoms! We can't be sinking that fast.... |
It's the screws, Skipper. At our declination angle, running in reverse, they're pulling the Shark <u>and</u> Cyclops right to the bottom. |
And we're at safe maximum depth already.... Stop engines! |
Suppose there's an atmosphere, of some kind, inside Cyclops? |
What? |
If we could get inside the saucer use our torches maybe we could cut the Shark loose? |
Straight to the Pole at almost fifty knots! |
Nothing we can do, now. |
What's the corrected bearing to the Magnetic Pole? |
Minus three. |
It doesn't seem possible, but could it be an electrical storm center ? |
Under <u>water</u>? |
Highintensity arcs will burn, submerged. And millions of volts...discharged in random directions... |
...above Murmansk, and Finland. |
Suppose our theorizing is correct? Then this <u>could</u> be the next danger point! |
What if the Tiger Shark were to anticipate a bit? Perhaps be lying there waiting ? |
We took for granted his source of energy was nuclear. But suppose it isn't at all what if it's <u>magnetic</u>? |
<u>We</u> harness energy on a small scale by cutting magnetic lines of force. Maybe Cyclops does it on a <u>super</u> scale.... |
The North Pole is the positive end of the biggest magnet of all the Earth itself! |
....in such a way as to prevent his returning to it and, as you put it.... ...'recharging his batteries'? |
If we were lucky enough to catch him with his power depleted.... |
The radiation level from the saucer it's rising! |
What direction does the system indicate? |
As we near the Pole... |
There's got to be an explanation! |
There is. I believe our friend...Cyclops... is returning to life! |
All ready? |
As ready as we <u>can</u> be! I'll report to the Skipper. |
We read you! Go ahead, Doctor! They're inside the saucer. It's filled with breathable air! |
Wonderful! |
That's wonderful, Carl! Reef thinks they can clear the Shark bow so we can pull ourself loose! |
Now they feel it...down below. |
Radiation level...constantly rising... |
Excuse me, Captain there may be one last, desperate chance a oneinathousand shot... |
Anything |
It's possible I could adapt one of the torpedo guidance systems to the ICBM so it would 'home' on the saucer when he rises from the Pole. |
What about time...? |
Excuse me, Skipper |
Yes, Griff? |
All internal repairs completed, and Frogmen report exterior damage minor. |
Skipper could you take a look here...? |
Something wrong? |
The inertial navigation system. Must have been knocked out in the crash. |
Why do you say that? |
We're dead in the water. But it indicates we're moving! |
What???? |
Get ready. We shove off as soon as Griff reports all the crew aboard. |
Right, Skipper. |
Is there any way out of it? |
Seems to be all around... |
What about down? |
I...don't know! |
Course and speed? |
Speed...about twentytwo knots. Course...due north! |
A mass of jellylike stuff came out of the thing, and caught our torpedo! |
What??? |
What course, Skipper? |
Right at our oneeyed friend! |
You better take Powell and Carney with you |
The frogmen? |
With their underwater experience, they'll be invaluable. Take sidearms, and flare pistols |
Sidearms? But the saucer's dead. |
We hope! |
Now, Dave Old Buddy, you know you're exaggerating What do you think of this husband of yours? On most boats a certain loyalty exists between the Exec and his Navigation and Firing Officer. But unfortunately, in the case of Lieutenant Dave Milburn of the Tiger Shark and myself |
But Julie's a nice girl, and I've seen you work. She deserves a fighting chance! |
Helen. I appeal to you |
Reef! |
So they caught up with you, too? |
At the worst possible moment. Tomorrow is Janie's birthday. Poor little kid has looked forward for two months to having her Daddy home. Now |
<u>That's</u> the worst possible moment? |
What could be worse than disappoint ing a little girl? |
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