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doesn’t bother you,” Becky says.
“It bothers the hell out of me, Becky! Garrett was my friend too.
I don’t have the luxury of dealing with emotions right now and
neither do you. We’re going to recon the Savannah River and make
it back to our camp by nightfall. There’s no time for this.”
“Guys,” Rudy interrupts, “I have a really bad feeling. I think we
need to get away from the dock, like, now.”
Without a word Becky unties the bow line and Tony starts the
engines. They ease under the Lazaretto Creek Bridge and head
past the Cockspur Island Lighthouse. Just as they ease their way
into the Savannah River, Tony breaks the silence. “Looks guys,” he
says. “Another boat.” It’s an older turquoise bottom tri-hull and it
was gaining on them fast.
“Who is that?” Rudy asks, as he squints against the sun and
shields his eyes with his hands to try to get a better look.
“I don’t know,” Tony responds. “But make sure your safety
switches are off. Who knows what kind of trouble we can run into
out here.”
“I know that boat,” Becky mutters. “Where do I know that boat
from?”
“Holy crap!” Tony exclaims with an obvious sigh of relief. “I
know exactly where you know that boat from, Becky. I don’t think
we’re going to need our guns for this encounter, guys.”
To be continued…
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