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within view of their front floodlights, another wave, twice as tall as the last, came up way too fast.Doc held onto the baby as he strained to watch. “Brace yourselves…another incoming.”
    Swoooooosh!
    US-2 scratched his chin of blond whiskers, grinning. “You know…I could get used to this.”
    Doc carried on, “Set a base course, US-1”
    “Okay, I’ll get on it.”
    Doc quickly unbuckled his safety harness then got up with the baby as if he was unexpectedly leaving when US-1 asked, “Where you going?”
    “Well, my cheerful two crew members.
Ahem
…it’s time to put this here baby to bed down below. I think you boys can figure out the rest of the evening without me.” He turned to walk away then turned back again. “Well…can you?”
    Both officers smirked all too confidently. “Yes, Doc.”
    “No problem, Doc. All under control.”
    Doc nodded away his disbelief and slipped down below, but before he went totally out of sight, they stopped him again. “Wait, Doc…what’s his name?”
    “Yeah, our precious cargo you’re taking away. He’s got a name, doesn’t he?”
    Doc looked coy as he pondered for a moment. Actually, he looked as if he’d almost forgotten. Finally, he sputtered, “
Uhh, um
, the name…Christ sakes, I just had it…his name is
err um
—oh yes…it is Randolf. Yes, yes, Randolf is his name.”
    US-2 held back his laugh. “What? Rudolph?”
    Doc glared. “No…it’s Randolf. Don’t be silly now…get serious on this mission.”
    US-2 smiled. “Oh, Raaandolf, I see…Randolf.”
    US-1 unbuckled himself then reached out with a smile looking more like joy than jokes. “Can I see him, Doc?”
    US-2 caught on quickly, unbuckling himself too. “Yeah, I’d like to see who it is we are transporting.”
    Doc studied the two faces dubiously before finally giving in. “I suppose this wouldn’t hurt anything…here you go. He looks like a skinned toad if you ask me.”
    US-1 grinned. “
Aw, nah
…ladies think he’s a cute thing. He smells like a toad, though. I’ll give you that.
Whew…
he needs a change.”
    US-2 handled him next. “So he’s the lucky boy with the one-way ticket out of hell like us,
huh
?” Randolf grabbed his pinky finger. “Oh, look at that! He’s a strong little bugger… good grip…he’s a man.”
    Doc gently took him back. “Yes, yes, yes, healthy, strong boy. He’s had a healthy, hard night too. Time to go below before our luck runs out. Mark my word, he’ll probably start crying. So far he’s not…now you both know what to do when we hit open water?”
    US-2 quickly sat back down and got back to business. As he tapped his fingers, patently showing no patience, he answered, “Yes, Doc, we know. Engines off…go to stealth propulsion and submerge.”
    Doc kindly asked, “And what else, may I ask?”
    US-2 blew through his cheeks. “Automatic navigation… I’ll remember.”
    US-2 yawned with boredom all too quickly. “Yeah…we know.”
    Suddenly, Doc poked his head back up on deck. “And they recline too. Christ, what’s that smoke?”
    US-2 took another drag from his cigarette then leaned heavily on his armrest while US-1 felt the sealskin on his chair with his fingertips. “Don’t worry, I turned on oxygen filtration.”
    Just then, Doc popped his head back up, surprising them this time. “Oh, I forgot. US-2…you’re on first watch tonight.”
    US-2 turned back to face him. “What? I thought you said US-1 was midshipman. He should be first watch!”
    US-1 smiled as he reclined his chair. With the purpose of bothering his comrade, he put his hands behind his head then smiled even more. “
Ah
, yes, I could begin to like this.”
    Doc then tried to remember something else, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it until he snapped his fingers. “Oh, yes…one more thing. Don’t forget to hit the scale shutters over the glass before you go to sleep.”
    Both officers looked at Doc as if they might never get him off deck.