It had been an exhilarating day for these officers of the Red Crew. After weeks, possibly months, of what could only have been inhuman suffocating tedium, they had successfully stalked and destroyed a "terrie hard target." They were going to get some kind of reward for it, apparently—it had something to do with "Hollywood baths," whatever that meant. The Yellow Crew, now on duty, would now spend their own six-hour shift in a boring escape run across the bottom of the Indian Ocean. As for the Blue Crew, they had missed their chance at action and were bitterly sulking.