A vast expanse of azure sea.
A sea blue painted propeller plane was quietly skimming the surface of the sea, bobbing with the rolling waves, like a piece of driftwood.
Two float struts had replaced the 20mm cannons, lying beneath the aircraft like sleds. A deep-water bomb equipped with a pressure sensor clung tightly to the underside of the fuselage, like a concealed blade under the blue.
All around was a tranquil silence, only the rolling tide.
Just then, Feng Qing, lying in the cockpit with her eyes closed, suddenly jolted awake, and sat upright in her seat.
Because of the force she exerted, her forehead nearly knocked against the cockpit, but fortuitously, the seatbelt kept her from an accident.
Amidst a series of creaks, the silent plane seemed to come back to life.
Almost simultaneously, the standard drake-like voice of the corps commander, Brother Mosquito, came through the communication channel.
"...We've hooked a fish!"
