Beshu checked the last stick of dynamite. The Americans frigate was loaded from bow to stern with explosives and barrels of fuel. Satisfied, he pressed the intercom button.
"Evacuate the ship," he said in Mongolian, "Hail to the Emperor."
The Mongol Special Forces Commando squad dove out of the ship and all of them swam as far away from the colliding ships as they could.
A moment later, the American frigate crashed full on into the Leviathan. The ship itself gouged a great hole out of the Australian ship. Then the fuel and explosives went off. A towering inferno erupted from the frigate, blowing a gigantic hole into the Leviathan. It blossomed like some great, deadly rose, thorns of flame jabbing into the hull of the Supership.
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