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... a prowling god of old, silent, disciplined, and hungry.
No searchlights and no radio chatter, only the soft hum of the gas-turbine engines beneath the deck and the steady rotation of the phased-array radar scanning the dark horizon.
Kapitan zur See Reinhardt stood on the bridge, hands clasped behind him, eyes fixed on the tactical screen before him.
A constellation of blue icons, German assets, held position across a vast grid. And three hundred kilometers to the east, a ...
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