“Have I mentioned—Fuel Levers Off—how much I love my new job?” Melissa’s tone was drier than a Fort Bragg rifle range.
“It does have its moments.”
He heard a splash and glanced out the window over his shoulder. A couple of large boards had been tossed over the side.
“Nadar! Rápido!” Kyle shouted out.
“Tiburones!” was the panicked reply from the barge.
Richie wouldn’t want to go swimming among the sharks either, but since they were scant kilometers off a major Caribbean tourist beach, he expected it wasn’t likely a problem.
Kyle unslung his rifle and pointed it at the complaining man’s head. He and his three companions went over the side.
“What are our buddies doing?” Richie asked as he turned back to watch the engine temperatures climb and stabilize.
“In the doorway. Guns ready but
