It was dark.

Really dark.

The TURTLE swam low to the oceanfloor, and, gliding past stone formations, coral, and anemone-covered rocks, the beauty might have been distracting, if it wasn't so hard to see. There was a glow, just enough for the TURTLE to make find his way, in between those rocks, over that one, around and beside a large coral formation towering above him like chimney pipes.

Target acquired, target acquired.

The TURTLE's pace quickened. He sliced through the water, then, reaching the target, attached himself with a series of clicks.

Julian collapsed the antenna on his remote control, shut off the already black viewscreen on the deck of his speedboat, and grinned. He turned his attention to the wheel and spun the boat in a one-eighty, turning back to his private island. "That'll be the last time they come at me with submarines. The Titanium Undersea Roving and Targeting Light Explosive never fails."