"Fire control, Solution ready," Thorne said, his voice steady.
In any other reality, they were dead. A wake-homing torpedo was screaming toward their baffles at fifty knots. But as the torpedo impacted, Thorne didn't feel the hull-crushing explosion. Instead, there was a strange, digitized shimmer. The damage control boards, which should have been lit up like a Christmas tree, remained a calm, steady green. cold waters 115g trainer
"Target