"And how the fuck do you think you are going to be able to do that?" demanded the commanding officer of the Country M submarine.
"With a little faith, trust, and pixie dust, of course," I said with a smile as I cock my head to the side. "But seriously. You leave that part to me. What do you say? Leave here with all your men alive and live in Country K for the rest of your lives, or die in this tin can? Really the choice is yours," I asked. I was out of patience and out of time.
And you couldn't buy either one at the neighborhood convenience store.
I know.
I looked.
"Why can't we get back to Country M," asked one of the men sitting in front of a blank screen. I wondered if he had to man the position even when it was down or what because staring at a dark screen could not be all that entertaining.
