At fifteen meters depth, their periscope was above the ocean’s surface, but the endlessly crashing waves hid their target in a choppy maelstrom. "Up five meters," said Captain, forearms resting on the side supports of the ’scope. Someday, he’d get jacked and see the outside inside his head through their pinhead cam on the hull. But he’d yet to find a chummer he trusted enough to stand guard over him while he was unconscious and under the laser.