The sonarman picks up the enemy, shoots the position to the radar controller sitting near him, and the radar controller, in a Tinker-to-Evers-to-Chance play, vectors a hovering helicopter to the spot.

I lit a pipe and had a good long smoke, and went on watching.

Police arrested the head of the gang in a raid last night.

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