“Approaching!” Maddie shouted behind her.
Lara gripped her M4 tighter, and so did Roy next to her.
The Trident really was long, though not nearly as wide (What had Keo called that? The beam?) as she had thought when looking at it from afar. Even so, it was an intimidating sight, especially the large chain connected to the massive anchor sitting at the bottom of Beaufont Lake at the moment, keeping the white beast from floating away. The yacht had three decks, with the bridge at the very top. Windows lined the sides, sweeping from front to back.
She eyeballed every inch of glass and railing within range, looking — waiting — for that elusive eighth man that may or may not exist.
Maddie steered them alongside the boat, then turned completely around until they were facing the back. They were greeted by a large, flapping flag hanging from a long metal pole, featuring an eagle eating a snake over green, white, and red stripes. The engine shut off and they continued drifting toward what looked like a lounging area, complete with chairs and recliners for sunbathing. A ladder dipped into the water, though it looked like it could be folded back up when not in use.
Roy stood up with his rifle at the ready, while Maddie manipulated the smaller craft over, deftly spinning the steering wheel left, then right, then left again. Lara felt anxious just watching the smaller woman grit her teeth as she cautiously moved closer and closer. Behind her, Blaine remained seated, but like Lara, he was sweeping the visible parts of the yacht looking for something—someone—to shoot.
Lara unclipped her radio and keyed it. “Keo, we’re at the back of the yacht now.”
“I heard you on approach,” Keo said through the radio. “Did you see me waving?”
“Uh, no.”
“Too bad. I was doing a jig and everything.”
She smiled. “I’m sure you were. What about the eighth guy?”
“You don’t see him out there?”
“Not a living soul.”
“Maybe he’s hiding. If el capitan’s numbers square up, he’s the only rat left that hasn’t tried to jump off this sinking boat yet. That means he’s either very determined, or a dumbass. Either way, that makes him unpredictable.”
“Understood. We’ll make our way to you as soon as we can.”
“Roger that,” Keo said.
Lara put the radio away, then watched Roy sling his rifle and position himself precariously at the front of their boat. She wanted to tell him to be careful, but doing so might undermine his courage, so she didn’t say anything. Roy waited, and when Maddie had gotten close enough to the yacht, he jumped. For a second Lara thought he had missed his target, but he landed soundly on the Trident, barreling into one of the chairs and causing it to skid along the smooth floor.
“Easy there, Oklahoma,” Maddie said.
Roy gave them an embarrassed grin.
“Throw him the line, Lara,” Maddie said.
Roy held out his hands to catch the rope Lara tossed over to him, then began pulling them all the way in.
“Blaine, you first,” Lara said.
Blaine got up and moved forward before jumping the short distance onto the luxury cruiser. He landed next to Roy, who was already tying up the rope. Lara had to admit, they were working pretty well for people who had never done any of this before. She almost felt like a proud parent.
Adapt or perish, right, Will?
She followed the men further onto the Trident while Maddie stayed behind at the lounge area to keep an eye on their boat.
Lara climbed onto the deck with Blaine and Roy before unclipping her radio a second time. “Keo, we’re on our way now.”
“Take it easy,” Keo said. “No rush. The captain woke up, and we’re having a nice talk.”
“Try not to shoot him again.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
She followed Blaine and Roy toward the nearest ladder. The bridge would be on the top deck, which meant they had to climb two floors. That was preferable to traveling through the interiors, where anyone could be waiting around any corner. Out here, in the sun, she felt slightly safer.
“What’s he saying?” she said into the radio.
“He’s spinning a pretty interesting story,” Keo said.
“About?”
“How he and his buddies commandeered the boat. They’re originally from Mexico, you know.”
“I saw the flag. He’s Mexican?”
“Nope. Looks like a gringo to me.”
“What happened to the owners of the boat?”
“Let’s just say they didn’t give their pride and joy up willingly.”
“They killed them and took the boat?” Blaine asked.
Lara nodded. “Sounds like it.”
“A Mexican boat staffed by an American crew?” Roy said from up front. “That’s a new one.”
Blaine chuckled. “End of the world, man. Everything’s upside down these days. Monsters are real, silver’s more valuable than gold, and Mexicans are using Americans to clean the poop decks.”
They didn’t find the eighth crewman on the first deck. He wasn’t on the second one, either. The third also didn’t yield a hidden shooter, and they had to go inside this time in order to access the bridge at the front. Walking through the top floor, Lara almost slipped on the congealed blood in her path. Keo had left behind a hell of a mess as he took the boat last night.
Blaine moved diligently in front of her, while Roy stayed behind outside in case someone tried to sneak up on them. He also kept an eye on Maddie. Will would probably have come up with a better system of watching each other’s backs; but then, Will was a soldier and she was just a third-year medical student masquerading as one.
She and Blaine had to circle around two bodies before they reached the hallway that connected a roomy area — a combination entertainment center and living room, complete with couches and a big screen TV along one wall — to the bridge. One of the bodies was missing its head and lay half on and half off the floor, the rest of the man draped over a spiral staircase that connected two of the decks. The other body lay on its back in a thick pool of blood. His face was pale, lifeless eyes staring up at her as she stepped over him.
“Keo!” Blaine shouted as he stepped around the second body and into the adjoined hallway.
They heard the sound of a door opening, then Keo appeared. He had that German weapon of his and was clad all in black. He looked dry for someone who had been swimming most of last night. “I was wondering who was stomping around out here. You guys ever heard of a subtle entry?”
Blaine ignored him and said, “We couldn’t find the eighth guy.”
“I wouldn’t worry about him. He’ll poke his head up sooner or later.”
“Where’s the boat’s captain?” Lara asked.
“Inside, resting. Got questions? He’s in a very talkative mood this morning.”
“I’m sure he is,” Lara said, reminding herself what a good decision it had been to recruit Keo onto their side instead of making an enemy out of him. It could have gone either way, but she had trusted her instincts.
Maybe you were right, Will. Maybe I can do this leadership thing.
Maybe…
The yacht’s “captain” looked like he had seen better days. Even so, despite the blood loss and obvious pain on every inch of his face, he seemed to be taking captivity reasonably well. If nothing else, he looked well-rested for a man who was missing one of his kneecaps.