The Ghazi Attack Page #5

Anything can be

responsible for the blast.

Explosives. inflammable cargo.

Sir. we can't act on your instincts.

This is my bloody sub!

Nobody tells me what to do.

Sir. message.

Dive to 40 meters and hold.

Yes. sir.

Devaraj.

- Sir.

Just...just hold...

...till the bloody enemy kills you.

Because that's the order.

Politics.

Dive to 40 meters.

- Aye, sir.

Depth 40 meters, holding sir.

We're both refugees.

But, why were you singing

your rebel anthem?

We thought you're...Pakistanis.

that's why.

They can't tolerate our rebel anthem.

They shoot immediately.

You mean...you wanted

to commit suicide.

At least that way I

could've saved our honor.

Hi.

Congrats, Father Devaraj.

How do you... - Ranjan has

already broadcasted this news...

...over the entire submarine.

Thank you.

Here...

Congratulations.

- Thank you.

Your child is very lucky...

...to be born on

this side of the border.

Hey... Here.

Your happy birthday?

- No...

My child...he's still very young.

Just born today.

Until now...we've been here,

here and at this point.

And the ship was destroyed here.

Their intentions are something else.

Sir...

It's a boy.

Congratulations!

- Thank you, sir.

Congratulations!

- Thank you.

Thank God your wife didn't

keep your son on hold...

Like our government.

Devaraj.

- Sir.

Don't let this divert your attention.

We still have a lotto do.

- Absolutely not, sir.

Diversion.

That's it.

- I didn't get it, sir.

This merchant ship...was a diversion.

They wanted us to focus

entirely on this area.

This means their target

is something else.

On the east coast there's Paradip...

"Madras...

..Visakhapatnam...

Visakhapatnam!

Target is Visakhapatnam!

Plot all coordinates to Vizag.

Let's move west immediately.

Aye, sir.

Rajiv.

Did you clean your ears too?

- Sorry, sir.

Check 10 degrees west.

- Sir'

No contact, sir.

Change frequency 10 degree west.

- Aye, sir.

Negative, sir.

Further change frequency,

10 degrees west. - Aye, sir.

Sir...sonar contact!

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

Seven

Eight...

Nine...

Sir, confirming contact

at 2000 meters...

...bearing red 750, center 900.

- Fantastic!

Keep tracking.

- Yes, sir.

Devaraj.

- Yes.

The sonar spotting has been done.

2000 meters.

We dive 250...7 degree alt bubble.

Heading west...and

we torpedo the enemy.

Sir...

...we must stay on hold

until our orders don't change.

Rann Vijay Singh doesn't wait

for any orders, and you know that.

The enemy's been spotted...and

he shouldn't be there.

That's my rule.

And everyone on this

submarine follows my rule.

I've been sent here to follow

the Indian Navy's rules, sir.

Not yours.

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