The only consolation Daisy really had for herself was that there was nothing in the preliminary reports to suggest some kind of amphibian tank mutant. As far as anyone knew, the Genoshan defense didn't extend too deeply into its surrounding waters; it wasn't worth the cost, because it wasn't worth the cost to any attacker. Except, of course, if it was one tiny submarine to slip in and out, unnoticed. That was the plan, anyway.
She felt the strange current, first, but all she could hear in the water was her own heartbeat in her ears, and it was quite soothing, even with the water tugging at her. Someone told her once it was like being back in the womb if you just let yourself relax and float. It was the aftershocks of her tremor disturbing the sand below her that got her attention, then the thing out of the corner of her eye already practically on top of her, then Wicked's voice in her ear. Her eyes widened and she tried to get her limbs to respond, but they were slow to wake. Her choked scream crackled through the navigation deck as the man struck her with the power of the angry ocean and Daisy's response was as lively as a ragdoll. So much for the safety and serenity of the womb.