Solar Strike AKA Solar Attack Page #8

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counter measures

and are moving away at full screws.

Prepare to fire again.

Sir, yes sir. Prepare to fire.

Counter measures successful!

Fire when ready.

Fire when ready.

Captain, the Americans

have fired 2 more torpedoes.

All hands to damage control stations.

Fire counter measures. On my mark.

And then hard turn

ninety degrees starboard.

- 700 meters.

- Not yet.

Fire counter measures.

Initiate turn.

Harder.

A little more.

There. God help us.

Sir, the torpedoes

have missed their target.

There is no return fire.

Load torpedoes.

Prepare to fire again.

Damage report!

Sub level one has minor hull breaches

in the pump room, sir.

- Plug them and evacuate.

- Yes, sir.

Get me short wave radio.

American sub commander.

This is Lucas Foster.

I'm on board

the Russian submarine Vosnesensk.

Hold your fire!

Sir, you better hear this.

Hold your fire!

This is Lucas Foster.

He didn't succeed.

We don't know that yet.

Aw, face it, Joanna.

The calculations must have been off

or maybe there was human error.

Maybe he didn't get the missiles off...

He did.

I know he did.

Mister Foster, your presence does

merit the cessation of hostilities.

However you must warn the Russian captain

to maintain a neutral posture,

to surface immediately, and to surrender.

They're demanding

your immediate surrender.

Never!

Captain. It's just a formality.

Send message back.

Tell them we will comply.

But sir...

Someone has to take Mr. Foster home.

Woo hoo!

- He did it.

- Yeah!

He really DID IT!

Yess!!

Mr. President!

It worked! Lucas has done it!

Ahh, yes!!

Captain, I owe you one.

If there's anything

I can ever do for you...

Do not be such a stranger, Lucas Foster.

The next time you are

in the neighborhood, drop by.

Oh. And uh...

I believe this is yours.

Ah, (Russian)

(Russian)

Lucas!

Hey! Come on!

Oh!

Oh, I'm so glad you're back.

- Thank you. Great job.

- Thank you.

Hey.

Welcome back.

Thank you.

Ha, so where's the rest

of the welcoming committee?

We're having lunch with the President,

Lucas. What more do you want?

I don't know.

A marching band would've been nice.

I guess a few days at the sea haven't

changed him too much, haven't there?

Now speak of changing,

I'm kinda like the ocean.

Jim, I'm thinking maybe we should take

a break from the sky and buy a boat.

- Big boat.

- Oh boy, here we go.

No, I'm serious.

Lucas, what are we gonna do

on the ocean?

Important things.

Scuba diving,

deep sea fishing, sun-tan.

Oh my God! Sound like a vacation.

Doesn't look like

the Lucas Foster I know.

What? I love vacation.

Since when?

When?

Since... today

How about a vacation?

Sure. But there's a little matter about

what kind of ship you pick, really.

You know how much he hates the weaving.

Oh yeah, he hates that.

Yeah. Let's get outta here.

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