"Snowballs! Armor-piercing torps loaded with liquid nitrogen. Kills the crew, saves the ship. A fav tactic of AtSec. Why the frag did you pinpoint it with the sonar, ya stupid slitch? Drek! There’s flooding along the main corridor and the cargo hold," Boomer ranted, checking everything on his board. The boat shuddered again. "Propeller is gone, aft section damaged and taking on water. Auto-seals have closed the internal bulkheads, pumps gone." He swiveled about. "We’re sinking like a rock."