But what’s not nice and what I fucking hate is not knowing the layout of this vessel.
Having toguessbased on the specs I can view.
The direction we shouldprobablybe heading.
While yachts have similar features, size does have a major mapping effect on style and detail and positions, leaving me much more in the “jump and hope we can swim” category than I’m comfortable being.
Heading portside, we tip toe, doing our best to make as little noise as possible.
Sounds of the crashing waves give me a hint to how far out we may be, and the dark of night indicates how long we were unfortunately unconscious.
That sort of time having passedshould meanthat Zero is actively trying to find us somewhere, and my original notion of trying to get a message to him – or the coast guard – is truly our best bet.
Finally, coming to a new door closer to one end of the ship pushes me to immediately attempt to open it, only to discover it’s locked.
Not ahugesurprise.
But not a great one.
And as if that’s not irritating enough, there isn’t time to contemplate what to do about it courtesy of a patrolling merc rounding the corner right into us.
Garcia’s immediate instinct has him forcefully swinging the pillowcase at the man’s ribs, successfully knocking him off to the side and the air out of his lungs.This prevents him from yelling and reaching for a weapon and has him defenselessly hunching forward exposing the side of his neck, a space that I swiftly slash the letter opener across.
Despite it being in the territory of his jugular, it’s not enough to do fatal damage.
It is –thankfully– the right amount to get his hand flying up to the area instead of his weapon leaving him vulnerable to a second attack from my escape partner.Being whacked across the face bucks his head backwards granting me the chance to ram the pointed object into the opposite side, possibly penetrating the vein.
Naturally, the fumbling, disoriented individual slaps his other hand on the new wound, allowing a repeated swing to the same territory, but instead of his head simply flying in reverse, his entire frame does.
Over the railing.
Making a splash so giant that we exchange cringes.
“Fuuuuccckkkk…” nervously grumbles Garcia, makeshift weapon dropping to his side.“Think anyone heard that?”
“You mean like me?”a familiar, feminine voice asks, causing us to whip our faces over our shoulders to see two weapon wielding men at her side, pointing their guns at us.“Because I saw it too.”
Chapter 24
Zero
“And so did I…” Thaddeus smugly states during our approach from the opposite end of the ship from his sister.“It was quite the spectacle.”
The two men flanking his sibling shift their weapons to us prompting the pair of security members at his side to train their guns onto their counter parts rather than his twin.
Man…I gotta confess…I don’t really like guns.
Not even water guns.
They’re just not my preferred weapon of choice.
You know.
If Ihada weapon of choice that wasn’t a keyboard attached to an incredible network connection.
“Thaddy,” sneers Temperance, appearance a bit difficult to see around the bodies blocking me from being in view.
“Tempy.”
