– byMario Crescibene
INT. SUBMARINE COMMAND CENTER
The green sonar screens pulse rapidly, casting eerie shadows across the room. The atmosphere is electric. The PETTY OFFICER and ENSIGN sit rigid at their terminals.
Suddenly, the heavy steel door bangs open. The CAPTAIN strides in, a thick cigar clamped tightly between his teeth. He marches directly up behind the two men, whips the cigar out of his mouth with a sharp flick of his wrist, and slams his hands down onto the backs of their chairs, leaning in deep to peer over their shoulders.
CAPTAIN: Report, Petty Officer! Tell me what's so important.
INT. SUBMARINE COMMAND CENTER
The green sonar screens pulse rapidly, casting eerie shadows across the room. The atmosphere is electric. The PETTY OFFICER and ENSIGN sit rigid at their terminals.
Suddenly, the heavy steel door bangs open. The CAPTAIN strides in, a thick cigar clamped tightly between his teeth. He marches directly up behind the two men, whips the cigar out of his mouth with a sharp flick of his wrist, and slams his hands down onto the backs of their chairs, leaning in deep to peer over their shoulders.
CAPTAIN: Report, Petty Officer! Tell me what's so important.
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