After his dive, Pederson pulled out due west at high speed without watching the results of his bomber attack. Kicking past a screen destroyer that despite all else seemed surprised by his presence, he kept low and fast. A Zero picked up on him and half-heartedly made a few show passes, soon deterred by some bursts from Pederson's rear gunner.
Well clear, he climbed to 3,000 feet and ruefully noted the holes all over his wings and fuselage. A few other squadron mates formed up as the little procession headed home.
Then, chatter came in on the radio from TF1 far to the west. It was Enterprise AIO calling fighters onto an incoming strike. A big one. Moments of tension followed by chatter as the fighters broke into the attacking formation and were overwelmed. Then a long silence, followed by a message from USS New Orleans repeated over and over again,
"Enterprise hit 10 bombs, 3 torpedoes. Sinking. Yorktown 3 torpedoes, 6 bombs, sunk. Numerous hits on other escorts. All strike aircraft divert to Kauai or Oahu."
He didn't think he had the gas to make Kauai, but solemly the little force turned south....