"How's that bomb coming Madeline?" Ryeback asked.

"Almost done sir." She replied as she put the finishing touches on the modified scuba tank. "Alright, we're ready."

"Ready sir." Johnston reported.

Ryeback nodded and opened the hatch. Madeline whistled to get the boys attention. "Relax boys it's just me." She said.

"Madeline, anything up there?" One asked.

"Besides little ol' me? Well, now that you ask... bombs away!"

The bomb was dropped leaving them all scrambling for cover. Those that were uninjured by the blast immediately leaped up and began firing their weapons. The lights went out momentarily, allowing enough time for Madeline and the others to crawl down into the compartment and began the fight. It wasn't much of one. Madeline practically single handedly took care of the men, taking them down one by one and in one case two at a time, with some impressive but nasty fighting moves.

She grabbed hold of one, the same man who had initially called out to her. "And the name's Lt. Commander Franklin to you." She growled.

"Y-yes ma'am." He stammered and she punched his lights out.

Ryeback and the others were left staring at her in shock. She ignored them and got to work on the hatch. Muscles taught with tension and knuckles white she got the hatch door wheel to rotate and inch by inch she forced it open. "Come on." She groaned, beads of sweat forming. At last, it popped open and wet sailors along with some water began to pour out.

"Lt." One by one they saluted her which she returned, feeling a jolt of pain along her shoulder as she did so. She stifled a hiss.

"You're hurt." Ryeback noticed the blood. A bullet had went straight into her left shoulder, below the collarbone.

She grunted. "Could've been worse." She replied. "I'll live. Right, we need about 10-12 men. Who among you is assigned to the gun turrets?" She asked. A few raised their hands. "Those who are, come on out. The rest of you, back in there." She ordered, shutting off the fire suppression system. "Gunnery crews are with me. You six will accompany Ryeback and Tate to storm the bridge."

"To what purpose ma'am?" Johnston spoke up.

"You and Ryeback will get control of this ship and while you're doing that, that submarine is going to come alongside to recieve my missiles and when it does, I'll be waiting to give it a present of 16 inch artillery!" She growled.

Almost everyone grinned at that and the two teams split up.