Up on the surface, the supply ship<em>Abbeydale</em>was blissfully unaware of what was about to befall her, as the ship's Mental Model continued to pan her film camera across the width of the typhoon. "Aah, lovely." she smiled as she then opened a comm window on a private frequency, and made a call. "Yes, it's me..... yes, I'm uploading the video stream now, it should be coming your way soon; and you can tell your people that this typhoon isn't going to harm anyone, based on current projections. All right..... Yes, payment in the usual locations. All right, thank you very much Prime Minister." she said, before ending the call.<br/><br/>"Ha ha! Money for old rope, that is; those clods don't even realise who they're talking to....." she cackled to herself as she then finished sending the stream, before dismissing the camera, and starting to spool up her engines. And it was about that moment she noticed two rapidly widening dark patches in the water, one on each side of her. "What the-" she managed to say, before the sea water<em>heaved</em>, and two massive shapes burst out.