Scott POV
'Uncle Scott, can we swim out and place some mines on the Tug boat? It moved closer to our private beach,' Maverick said as the drone flew over the water, searching for overnight changes. Gemma did this every night and morning, a long sweep of the area.
'Who are we?' I asked, unsure how many he planned to go and whether it was worth the risk. It was night, but if someone was on the deck, bubbles could still be seen when close up.
I have become a little more cautious since Alex was injured.
'Zena, Matt, and I,' he replied eagerly.
The three pleading, hopeful faces stared at me.
'Do it, stay together. Zoey and Denise, you stay in contact with them at all times, change the radio communicator to band four, and contact me if there are any problems, IMMEDIATELY. Am I clear?' I
