Donna looked at the various assortment of missiles Ryan had piled up and let out a whistle of appreciation.
"Sea Fang cruise missile, Thunderlance anti-ship missile, and Aegir deep-penetration strike missile, it's like a gala of celebrities."
Ryan chuckled from his position on the submarine as he spoke, "So true, those missiles are such a beauty, and it's a shame we will never meet their creators. I wish I could shake their hands."
Donna touched the missiles as she spoke with sadness, "It's a shame that you will have to sacrifice these beauties."
"Donna, never, I am already sacrificing this beautiful lady, please don't ask me to sacrifice these missiles as well."
A beautiful smile blossomed on Donna's lips as she spoke, "What kind of torpedoes are they using?"
"Manta-9 heavyweight torpedoes, thirty-six of them, I will keep eighteen inside the sub."
"Wish you didn't need to sacrifice this sub."
