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Adult ++
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57
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Chapter Fifty-six
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
Joseph, they had sent below. BeBe, a veteran of this kind of trouble, put her blond hair up in a secure knot, picked up two semi-automatic handguns, extra clips for them and asked, “Who’s gonna drive?”
The other vessels bore no names, flew no flags to identify themselves with a port of call.
Roth replied, “For now, no one. If we drift and force them to correct, so much the better.”
Kelly selected a shotgun. “Always love a scatter pattern.”
Roth heard some chatter erupt on one of the enemy vessels. Then, a voice accented with Afrikaan spoke over a bullhorn. “Ahoy, Sanguine Queen.”
Honing in on a relatively small black man with a pronounced air of authority and violence, Roth pitched his voice and called, “Ahoy, back! May we have your crafts’ names to add to our distress call?”
Nathan knelt down as if to lace a boot, added pistols to his belt. “Smooth, doc. Fucking cool-ass, think on your feet smooth.”
The little black man gestured to various armed hands and they rushed to ready grappling hooks. Some things never changed. “Queen , we’ll draw you close and give aid.”
Roth responded, “Better not, thanks all the same. We have a hull breach. You’d tie yourself to a potential anchor.”
Chuckling, the other man nodded to his men. Multi-cleat hooks sailed to wrap the Queen’s rail. “We both know this is no social call. If you think to fight, know we outnumber you and make our livelihood in this manner.”
Roth had to smile despite circumstances. Nathan walked up to tuck two large hand guns at the base of his back in the waistband of his shorts. “Then, as a gentleman, I inform you we are a crew of experienced operators.”
The trim black man laughed showing straight white teeth. “We appreciate the warning as a gentlemanly courtesy.” His manner of speaking hinted at much education.
Adam leaned over the rail, grasped a rope from the hooks, and began hauling the connected vessel closer. “I’m no gentleman in this kind of situation, you spineless fuckers.” He worked his hands up the rope, braced his booted feet on the rail, and then leaned back, straightening his legs to use his strength and weight to haul the other vessel close. “Come here and face me, you cowardly shits.”
The vessels collided with a shuddering impact. Roth went to one knee. At his side, Adam absorbed the collision and assumed a loose stance. Nathan toppled, rolled, came to his feet ready to rumble.
Bad guys streamed over the rail.
Roth saw Kelly leap into the fray and take out a half dozen men. Kelly struck, dodged, blasted, rolled and came up to his feet. He had a red stain on his shirt, telling he’d taken a bullet. Despite it, he swarmed over to the other ship snarling, “Who’s first to die?”
Adam used his body as weapon. He attacked like a wrecking ball.
Roth had to look away and concentrate on the bad guys. He whipped out the guns, aimed for chest and face. Arterial spray, vulnerable tendons and sinew.
Eyes and air. Take them. The victim loses will to fight.
Slippery deck. Blood and saltwater.
Roth spun around to see at least two dozen pirates making the cross to the Queen. Joseph came up from below.
Nathan turned, seeing him. “Boy, get your ass back down!”
“No.”
Kelly pivoted, began unloading to cover Joseph. The blasts sent pirates toppling amid showy gore.
BeBe looked like some video or Hollywood incarnation of fighting female. She charged in, all beauty and intent to harm. Her lethal aim made the opposition pay dearly.
Roth shoved Adam aside as a trio of bad guys rushed. His lover had none of it. He charged back into the fray.
It became ugly. Entrails spilled. Close quarters combat. Adam ripped out throats and tore open bellies with his lethal hands. In an eerie recreation of the night he viewed his unconscious writing and drawing, he moved like a ballerina: light, smooth, elegant.
The pirates seemed to realize they faced equals. Tactics changed. They opened up with RPGs and anti-personnel devices.
Their opponents clearly realized the fact victim had turned adversary.
Roth saw Adam drop to a squat, pick up a rifle and stand straight. He used it with an efficiency that would horrify most people. He pulled the trigger and slid the bolt smooth as silk. Loaded rounds and repeated.
Men died.
Smoke rolled.
A man staggered up and turned to point his firearm at Nathan.
Roth yelled a warning.
Joseph sort of materialized, shielding his man’s body with his much smaller one. He convulsed with the impact of the round. As he sagged in Nathan’s embrace, he gazed up into his lover’s face. “I’d rather die than live without you.”
Joseph, they had sent below. BeBe, a veteran of this kind of trouble, put her blond hair up in a secure knot, picked up two semi-automatic handguns, extra clips for them and asked, “Who’s gonna drive?”
The other vessels bore no names, flew no flags to identify themselves with a port of call.
Roth replied, “For now, no one. If we drift and force them to correct, so much the better.”
Kelly selected a shotgun. “Always love a scatter pattern.”
Roth heard some chatter erupt on one of the enemy vessels. Then, a voice accented with Afrikaan spoke over a bullhorn. “Ahoy, Sanguine Queen.”
Honing in on a relatively small black man with a pronounced air of authority and violence, Roth pitched his voice and called, “Ahoy, back! May we have your crafts’ names to add to our distress call?”
Nathan knelt down as if to lace a boot, added pistols to his belt. “Smooth, doc. Fucking cool-ass, think on your feet smooth.”
The little black man gestured to various armed hands and they rushed to ready grappling hooks. Some things never changed. “Queen , we’ll draw you close and give aid.”
Roth responded, “Better not, thanks all the same. We have a hull breach. You’d tie yourself to a potential anchor.”
Chuckling, the other man nodded to his men. Multi-cleat hooks sailed to wrap the Queen’s rail. “We both know this is no social call. If you think to fight, know we outnumber you and make our livelihood in this manner.”
Roth had to smile despite circumstances. Nathan walked up to tuck two large hand guns at the base of his back in the waistband of his shorts. “Then, as a gentleman, I inform you we are a crew of experienced operators.”
The trim black man laughed showing straight white teeth. “We appreciate the warning as a gentlemanly courtesy.” His manner of speaking hinted at much education.
Adam leaned over the rail, grasped a rope from the hooks, and began hauling the connected vessel closer. “I’m no gentleman in this kind of situation, you spineless fuckers.” He worked his hands up the rope, braced his booted feet on the rail, and then leaned back, straightening his legs to use his strength and weight to haul the other vessel close. “Come here and face me, you cowardly shits.”
The vessels collided with a shuddering impact. Roth went to one knee. At his side, Adam absorbed the collision and assumed a loose stance. Nathan toppled, rolled, came to his feet ready to rumble.
Bad guys streamed over the rail.
Roth saw Kelly leap into the fray and take out a half dozen men. Kelly struck, dodged, blasted, rolled and came up to his feet. He had a red stain on his shirt, telling he’d taken a bullet. Despite it, he swarmed over to the other ship snarling, “Who’s first to die?”
Adam used his body as weapon. He attacked like a wrecking ball.
Roth had to look away and concentrate on the bad guys. He whipped out the guns, aimed for chest and face. Arterial spray, vulnerable tendons and sinew.
Eyes and air. Take them. The victim loses will to fight.
Slippery deck. Blood and saltwater.
Roth spun around to see at least two dozen pirates making the cross to the Queen. Joseph came up from below.
Nathan turned, seeing him. “Boy, get your ass back down!”
“No.”
Kelly pivoted, began unloading to cover Joseph. The blasts sent pirates toppling amid showy gore.
BeBe looked like some video or Hollywood incarnation of fighting female. She charged in, all beauty and intent to harm. Her lethal aim made the opposition pay dearly.
Roth shoved Adam aside as a trio of bad guys rushed. His lover had none of it. He charged back into the fray.
It became ugly. Entrails spilled. Close quarters combat. Adam ripped out throats and tore open bellies with his lethal hands. In an eerie recreation of the night he viewed his unconscious writing and drawing, he moved like a ballerina: light, smooth, elegant.
The pirates seemed to realize they faced equals. Tactics changed. They opened up with RPGs and anti-personnel devices.
Their opponents clearly realized the fact victim had turned adversary.
Roth saw Adam drop to a squat, pick up a rifle and stand straight. He used it with an efficiency that would horrify most people. He pulled the trigger and slid the bolt smooth as silk. Loaded rounds and repeated.
Men died.
Smoke rolled.
A man staggered up and turned to point his firearm at Nathan.
Roth yelled a warning.
Joseph sort of materialized, shielding his man’s body with his much smaller one. He convulsed with the impact of the round. As he sagged in Nathan’s embrace, he gazed up into his lover’s face. “I’d rather die than live without you.”