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Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea
Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night Yet, despite the bitter cold ache in his stiffening fingers, he held onto the semi-automatic's sleek handle as if the gun was a life preserver and he, a drowning man. The stark walls echoed with his weary, beleaguered sigh.
There was little he could do but wait. Wait as he had been ordered.
Just sit here and wonder if hypothermia would claim his life before they did. He was no longer certain which fate seemed worse.
Perhaps he would soon see. He gasped aloud, releasing jets of semi-frozen condensation from his nostrils as he recognized the rhythm of the code that he and his one remaining comrade had hastily devised between themselves.