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Why?
I have selected you, to return with me along with several other specimens, for study. We will examine you and the others, discover desirable features to incorporate in our 'earthcolonizers.'
It is a living thing. When damaged you would say 'wounded' it immediately 'heals' itself.
That's why no water leaked inside when we rammed you?
Of course. But it is time to be gin the return voyage
To navigate, won't you have to... see your way?
Obviously.
<u>That</u> might be a <u>little</u> <u>rough</u>!
Thought you were going to Washington, Skipper.
I did go. Just back. Reef, these are a couple of our passengers Sir Ian Hunt, and Dr. Clifford Kent. My exec, Commander Richard Holloway.
I met Dr. Kent, once.
I'm afraid I have some bad news for you, Reef You'll have to share quarters, this trip.
Who with?
Dr. Neilsen. He'll be
'Doctor' Neilsen? When did <u>that</u> happen?
Huh?
It'll be all right. We're old friends!
What do you think?
I think I should have joined the Air Force!
Determine extent of damage, immediately.
After torpedo room: Report!
You're sure it's Cyclops?
Take a look.
What's the running time?
Thirtyfour seconds!
Right <u>at</u> him?
That's what I said!
But what can we accomplish?
We can <u>ram</u> him!
A hundred and eighty fathoms! We can't be sinking that fast....
It's the screws, Skipper. At our declination angle, running in reverse, they're pulling the Shark <u>and</u> Cyclops right to the bottom.
And we're at safe maximum depth already.... Stop engines!
Suppose there's an atmosphere, of some kind, inside Cyclops?
What?
If we could get inside the saucer use our torches maybe we could cut the Shark loose?
Straight to the Pole at almost fifty knots!
Nothing we can do, now.
What's the corrected bearing to the Magnetic Pole?
Minus three.
It doesn't seem possible, but could it be an electrical storm center ?
Under <u>water</u>?
Highintensity arcs will burn, submerged. And millions of volts...discharged in random directions...
...above Murmansk, and Finland.
Suppose our theorizing is correct? Then this <u>could</u> be the next danger point!
What if the Tiger Shark were to anticipate a bit? Perhaps be lying there waiting ?
We took for granted his source of energy was nuclear. But suppose it isn't at all what if it's <u>magnetic</u>?
<u>We</u> harness energy on a small scale by cutting magnetic lines of force. Maybe Cyclops does it on a <u>super</u> scale....
The North Pole is the positive end of the biggest magnet of all the Earth itself!
....in such a way as to prevent his returning to it and, as you put it.... ...'recharging his batteries'?
If we were lucky enough to catch him with his power depleted....
The radiation level from the saucer it's rising!
What direction does the system indicate?
As we near the Pole...
There's got to be an explanation!
There is. I believe our friend...Cyclops... is returning to life!
All ready?
As ready as we <u>can</u> be! I'll report to the Skipper.
We read you! Go ahead, Doctor! They're inside the saucer. It's filled with breathable air!
Wonderful!
That's wonderful, Carl! Reef thinks they can clear the Shark bow so we can pull ourself loose!
Now they feel it...down below.
Radiation level...constantly rising...
Excuse me, Captain there may be one last, desperate chance a oneinathousand shot...
Anything
It's possible I could adapt one of the torpedo guidance systems to the ICBM so it would 'home' on the saucer when he rises from the Pole.
What about time...?
Excuse me, Skipper
Yes, Griff?
All internal repairs completed, and Frogmen report exterior damage minor.
Skipper could you take a look here...?
Something wrong?
The inertial navigation system. Must have been knocked out in the crash.
Why do you say that?
We're dead in the water. But it indicates we're moving!
What????
Get ready. We shove off as soon as Griff reports all the crew aboard.
Right, Skipper.
Is there any way out of it?
Seems to be all around...
What about down?
I...don't know!
Course and speed?
Speed...about twentytwo knots. Course...due north!
A mass of jellylike stuff came out of the thing, and caught our torpedo!
What???
What course, Skipper?
Right at our oneeyed friend!
You better take Powell and Carney with you
The frogmen?
With their underwater experience, they'll be invaluable. Take sidearms, and flare pistols
Sidearms? But the saucer's dead.
We hope!
Now, Dave Old Buddy, you know you're exaggerating What do you think of this husband of yours? On most boats a certain loyalty exists between the Exec and his Navigation and Firing Officer. But unfortunately, in the case of Lieutenant Dave Milburn of the Tiger Shark and myself
But Julie's a nice girl, and I've seen you work. She deserves a fighting chance!
Helen. I appeal to you
Reef!
So they caught up with you, too?
At the worst possible moment. Tomorrow is Janie's birthday. Poor little kid has looked forward for two months to having her Daddy home. Now
<u>That's</u> the worst possible moment?
What could be worse than disappoint ing a little girl?

Why?

I have selected you, to return with me along with several other specimens, for study. We will examine you and the others, discover desirable features to incorporate in our 'earthcolonizers.'

It is a living thing. When damaged you would say 'wounded' it immediately 'heals' itself.

That's why no water leaked inside when we rammed you?

Of course. But it is time to be gin the return voyage

To navigate, won't you have to... see your way?

Obviously.

That might be a little rough!

Thought you were going to Washington, Skipper.

I did go. Just back. Reef, these are a couple of our passengers Sir Ian Hunt, and Dr. Clifford Kent. My exec, Commander Richard Holloway.

I met Dr. Kent, once.

I'm afraid I have some bad news for you, Reef You'll have to share quarters, this trip.

Who with?

Dr. Neilsen. He'll be

'Doctor' Neilsen? When did that happen?

Huh?

It'll be all right. We're old friends!

What do you think?

I think I should have joined the Air Force!

Determine extent of damage, immediately.

After torpedo room: Report!

You're sure it's Cyclops?

Take a look.

What's the running time?

Thirtyfour seconds!

Right at him?

That's what I said!

But what can we accomplish?

We can ram him!

A hundred and eighty fathoms! We can't be sinking that fast....

It's the screws, Skipper. At our declination angle, running in reverse, they're pulling the Shark and Cyclops right to the bottom.

And we're at safe maximum depth already.... Stop engines!

Suppose there's an atmosphere, of some kind, inside Cyclops?

What?

If we could get inside the saucer use our torches maybe we could cut the Shark loose?

Straight to the Pole at almost fifty knots!

Nothing we can do, now.

What's the corrected bearing to the Magnetic Pole?

Minus three.

It doesn't seem possible, but could it be an electrical storm center ?

Under water?

Highintensity arcs will burn, submerged. And millions of volts...discharged in random directions...

...above Murmansk, and Finland.

Suppose our theorizing is correct? Then this could be the next danger point!

What if the Tiger Shark were to anticipate a bit? Perhaps be lying there waiting ?

We took for granted his source of energy was nuclear. But suppose it isn't at all what if it's magnetic?

We harness energy on a small scale by cutting magnetic lines of force. Maybe Cyclops does it on a super scale....

The North Pole is the positive end of the biggest magnet of all the Earth itself!

....in such a way as to prevent his returning to it and, as you put it.... ...'recharging his batteries'?

If we were lucky enough to catch him with his power depleted....

The radiation level from the saucer it's rising!

What direction does the system indicate?

As we near the Pole...

There's got to be an explanation!

There is. I believe our friend...Cyclops... is returning to life!

All ready?

As ready as we can be! I'll report to the Skipper.

We read you! Go ahead, Doctor! They're inside the saucer. It's filled with breathable air!

Wonderful!

That's wonderful, Carl! Reef thinks they can clear the Shark bow so we can pull ourself loose!

Now they feel it...down below.

Radiation level...constantly rising...

Excuse me, Captain there may be one last, desperate chance a oneinathousand shot...

Anything

It's possible I could adapt one of the torpedo guidance systems to the ICBM so it would 'home' on the saucer when he rises from the Pole.

What about time...?

Excuse me, Skipper

Yes, Griff?

All internal repairs completed, and Frogmen report exterior damage minor.

Skipper could you take a look here...?

Something wrong?

The inertial navigation system. Must have been knocked out in the crash.

Why do you say that?

We're dead in the water. But it indicates we're moving!

What????

Get ready. We shove off as soon as Griff reports all the crew aboard.

Right, Skipper.

Is there any way out of it?

Seems to be all around...

What about down?

I...don't know!

Course and speed?

Speed...about twentytwo knots. Course...due north!

A mass of jellylike stuff came out of the thing, and caught our torpedo!

What???

What course, Skipper?

Right at our oneeyed friend!

You better take Powell and Carney with you

The frogmen?

With their underwater experience, they'll be invaluable. Take sidearms, and flare pistols

Sidearms? But the saucer's dead.

We hope!

Now, Dave Old Buddy, you know you're exaggerating What do you think of this husband of yours? On most boats a certain loyalty exists between the Exec and his Navigation and Firing Officer. But unfortunately, in the case of Lieutenant Dave Milburn of the Tiger Shark and myself

But Julie's a nice girl, and I've seen you work. She deserves a fighting chance!

Helen. I appeal to you

Reef!

So they caught up with you, too?

At the worst possible moment. Tomorrow is Janie's birthday. Poor little kid has looked forward for two months to having her Daddy home. Now

That's the worst possible moment?

What could be worse than disappoint ing a little girl?