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I laughed. "Not anymore."
"You've got a lot of explaining to do," Olivia said. "And I am all ears," she said with enthusiasm.
"We are not out of this yet. There's one more. Sniper on top of the building across from us.”
Olivia deflated, and a frown tugged her lips.
I grabbed Ross's pistol from the deck, checked the magazine, then handed it to Olivia. "You know how to use one of these things?”
"I've been to the range a time or two, but I’m no expert. Not like you."
I led Olivia out of the compartment and into the hallway. Multiple footsteps on the deck above rumbled through the boat.
It seemed we had more problems than just the sniper.
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The footsteps flooded into the superstructure. They hovered at the top of the stairs, and the beams of flashlights cut through the darkness.
I held up in the hallway, keeping my weapon aimed at the stairs, Olivia crouching behind me.
"I guess we’re going out in a blaze of glory," Olivia said. "I'm right with you all the way."
I think Olivia started to believe we were in a movie. But this was no movie.
A voice shouted from above. "Put your weapons down and come out with your hands up.”
I didn't know if they were cops or more of Ross’s men.
"Get fucked!" Olivia shouted.
After a momentary pause, the deep voice shouted back. "Savannah Stone?"
"Who are you?" I replied.
"My name is Officer Nate Shaw with the CIA. Who's with you?"
"None of your business.”
"Where's Ross Jenkins?"
"Probably in hell,” I said.
"Is there anyone else aboard?”
"None that are living."
"Why don’t you come up here, and I will debrief you?"
I laughed. "Sorry, I'll pass.”
"I can understand your skepticism, but you're outnumbered. I've got a dozen officers on this boat and a dozen more on shore. I'm not the bad guy. In fact, you did us a favor.”
"You expect me to believe anything you people say?”
"No. Honestly, I don't.” He paused. “How about I come down to talk to you? Unarmed.”
"Hell no!" Olivia hissed to me, "You can't trust anybody."
