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“What the fuck is happening?” he snapped.

“I don’t know!”

“Oh, we know,” said Moose. He pulled himself onto the boat, dressed in the slick black wetsuit. Garr was right behind, along with Mo, Hoot, JAK, and Ham.

“Who the hell are you?” growled Brockman.

“I think you know who we are,” smiled Garr, pushing back the headcover. “In fact, I think you were hoping we’d be here.”

“Brad,” moaned the woman behind them. “Brad, what’s going on? Are we in Mexico yet? Did the men buy those guns from you?”

“Yeah, Brad. Did the men buy those guns from you?” mimicked Ham.

“She’s sick. She doesn’t know what she’s saying,” he said quietly.

“Did she murder her husband or was that you?” asked Garr.

“I didn’t murder him. We argued, and he tried to kill me,” said Brockman.

“Well, it’s too bad there are no witnesses to that,” said Garr. “I mean, he was left with a knife in his heart in the middle of the men’s room. It feels like someone would have seen his wife going in there with him.”

“I told you. She’s not well.”

“Yes, we’re aware that she’s not well, but I suspect you’re not well either,” said Ham.

Brockman looked behind him, hoping to see the other boat, but he saw nothing. In fact, all the boats seemed to suddenly be gone.

“They’re not here,” smiled Garr. “In fact, that boat has been taken to a remote location to be disposed of. The weapons now belong to us. You and, I’m sorry to say, your sister will be arrested for the murder of Admiral Harris, as well as the murders of the mass shootings.”

“I don’t think so,” he said, smiling at the men. They watched him squeeze his gloved hand into a fist. The smile on his face disappeared, and Garr and Patrick smirked at one another.

“Did you expect something to go boom?” asked JAK.

“What did you do?”

“We did what we’re very good at,” said Garr.

“I’m hot, Brad,” said Marilu. She started to remove her red cape, then the jacket. When her hand reached the belt of her jeans, her brother gripped her wrist.

“No, Marilu. It’s cold out here. You can’t strip. Not here.”

“But I’m hot!” she yelled.

The VG team stared at the woman and her brother. He was trying to take care of her, but she needed more help than he could give.

“She doesn’t know anything,” he said, staring at the men. “Don’t hurt her.”

“We’re not in the habit of hurting women who are sick,” said Garr quietly. “She’ll be taken to a hospital where they’ll give her the care she needs.”

“No. No, you can’t let her go there. They’ll fill her full of drugs, and she’ll get worse. It’s happened before. Don’t you get this! Don’t you understand! I did all of this for her. I did this so she could just live life the way she wants to. Don’t stop me.”

“You have to be stopped, Brockman,” said Garr. “We can’t let you steal weapons, sell them, and use them to create chaos.”

“I need the contracts,” he said in a pleading tone. “I’m begging you.”

“We can’t allow that to happen,” said Ham.

They watched as he moved away from his sister to the edge of the boat. His hands on the rails.

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