Silent Waters

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They emerged from the black water of the river thirty feet from where the rain swept the shore. Like primordial beasts rising from the deep, the divers turned their heads to take in the surroundings.

The wind whipped across the dark waters, the swells rising up to meet the rain and the night. The leader looked at the huge steel doors of the shipyard’s North Yard Ways. Then, silently, they moved as one behind him toward the building.

Close to the doors, the leader’s feet touched the sloping concrete on the river’s bottom. To his right, he could see the submarine tied to the far side of the wide, flat concrete pier. USS Hartford glistened in the floodlights and the icy rain. A single crewman stood on top of the curved hull, huddled against the black sail.

Together, the group waded without making a sound beneath the huge doors overhanging the water. The rain beat against the steel walls, pellets of water ricocheting off hollow tin.

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