Madeline and her group raced into the number 1 turret with Madeline taking up position at the loading breech. "Right, I don't really need anyone to help me here so all of you can go below and get the assembly line moving. Let's move!" She roared.
The line got going quickly and she effortlessly loaded in the shell and the 6 powder bags at 110 pounds each. She elevated the barrel, aiming it right for the submarine and fired. "Damn it, too high." She cursed as the shell flew over the sub before detonating. "Reload, reload!" She ordered.
The guns elevated again and again Madeline fired. "Curse my eyesight." She growled. There was a large explosion and the sub went up in flames. "Oh yes! TAKE THAT YOU BASTARDS!" She laughed. The enjoyment was short lived as she realized who was still in control of the bridge. She quickly excited the turret and headed in that direction. Ryeband needed help.
When she got to the bridge she saw the chief cook in a hand to hand combat with knives. With her injured shoulder there wasn't much she could do but action became mandatory when, with one of his wrists cut, Ryeband was forced on his back. Just as Strannix was about to finish the job, she jumped in. The knife he was throwing into his head hit her injured shoulder but she forced back the pain, anger replacing it and pulled the knife out. Faster than any human reflex, she stabbed it through his skull and pushed him through the radar screen. The electronics behind it fried any chance of him surviving beyond the knife. Panting from the excursion, she held out her good hand and helped Ryeband up. "I've got the codebook." She said. "Now we've got to shut down those tomahawks." With barely 30 seconds to spare the harpoon exploded within sight of the Honolulu shoreline.
"Call off your bombers. Call off your bombers." Madeline could hear the relief in Nimitz' voice as she gave the order to call off the strike.
Ryeband turned to her. "Come over here Madeline and let me get a look at that shoulder." He ordered.
"I'm fine." She said.
"Like hell you are. You've been bleeding all over the place since you got it. Now sit down." She took a seat in one of the chairs by the working radar console. "Now this going to hurt Madeline." He warned.
"Two things Casey, one I'm a battleship. I can take a little pain. Secondly, call me Maddie." She grinned.
"Alright Maddie, brace yourself." Using the own knife he had he cut deeper into her flesh. She ground her teeth together as a hiss of pain escaped them. "You can scream if you want." He said.
"A battleship does not scream." She growled as he got to the bullet. She very nearly did though as he pulled it out of her. "Fuck that hurt!" She cried as he yanked it out.
"I did warn you." She slapped him.
"Okay, I suppose I deserved that." He chuckled and she couldn't help but laugh along with him.