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Target Unidentified. J.E. Macdonnell's Royal Australian Navy World War II Fiction, #2
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- FormatePub
- ISBN978-1-005-35778-8
- EAN9781005357788
- Date de parution01/09/2022
- Protection num.pas de protection
- Infos supplémentairesepub
- ÉditeurC. C. Chamberlane
Résumé
The charges went over, and some evil fate exploded them right outside the forward engine-room; the possible weak spot. An engine-room artificer stood before his huge bank of wheels: behind him, the force of the hammering explosions burst a rivet from her side. The steel particle flew across the engine-room with the force of a bullet. But it wasn't the rivet that hit him. Outside that tiny hole the deep ocean was thrusting against the hull, clamping round it with a pressure of hundreds of tons per square inch.
As the rivet exploded into the room, it was followed by a thin, horizontal jet of water; a jet under such enormous force that it was solid, like a thin, steel rapier. The jet struck the artificer in the neck, a trifle behind his left ear. Before he knew what had hit him, the jet bore into his head like a gimlet, smashing the lower part of his brain, careering round inside the bony cranium of his skull with ten times the damaging effect of a bullet.
He fell backward, and in a twinkling the water-jet gouged his left eye from its socket in the dead face.
As the rivet exploded into the room, it was followed by a thin, horizontal jet of water; a jet under such enormous force that it was solid, like a thin, steel rapier. The jet struck the artificer in the neck, a trifle behind his left ear. Before he knew what had hit him, the jet bore into his head like a gimlet, smashing the lower part of his brain, careering round inside the bony cranium of his skull with ten times the damaging effect of a bullet.
He fell backward, and in a twinkling the water-jet gouged his left eye from its socket in the dead face.























