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Snow tested his regulator, checked both air valves, ran his hands along the slick neoprene of the suit. Everything was in order, just as it had been when he last checked it, sixty seconds before.
"Another five minutes," the Dive Sergeant said, cutting the launch to half speed.
"Great," came the sarcastic voice of Fernandez over the sound of the big diesel. "Just great."
Nobody else spoke. Already, Snow had noticed that small talk seemed to die away when the team neared a site.
He looked back over the stern, watching the froth of the Harlem River spread out behind