“Real old intel reports from some captured POW’s from World War Two suggest that there’s some really serious shit wrecked in a U-Boat that vanished back during the fight. Something the Krauts figured would settle the war up good and tight. Only problem was the skipper of the ship had a conscience about it so he scuttled the boat. Only his first mate and a few other hands managed to get to shore before getting picked up by coastal patrols. Navy and Coast Guard couldn’t risk a dive because that whole area used to be uncharted and prone to bad storms, and frankly no one really cared what some traitor Nazi sailors said, everyone was scrambling for the Nazi rocket scientists.”
Paul took in the room, everyone was facing Cole, even the storm didn’t seem as loud as before.
“We don’t know much about this thing, if anything at all. All we know is the first mate of the vessel referred to the device as ‘The Tea Pot’ and seemed to suggest heavy water.”
Tom managed to give his best ‘dumb grunt’ expression. Cole coughed through a reaction and spoke again, “Radiation. Something nuclear. We’ll have to wait about ten hours for the storm to fade and then the Navy is going to head in with a salvage team to sort out the wreck.”
“And the tapping?” Tom was still focused
Cole offered an almost imperceptible shrug, “They’ll bring stuff to crack the hatch, if somebody is in there, they’ll get them out.”
“How did they knock back?” Said a meek voice from the corner of the room.
Every head in the facility turned to face the origin of the voice. Paul peered to the edge of the desks to a small woman in dark blue coveralls. She looked nervous about speaking, terrified about something in that moment. Paul answered, almost wistfully, “they didn’t stop banging after we knocked back.”
Her expression ashened and her voice lowered a near full octave, “That’s a warning. That’s keep away.”