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“I get that, and it makes sense,” Sam argued, “but how the hell do we get her hoisted so that we can melt her down somewhere on land while there is a fucking assassin in the water right outside waiting for us?”

“Look, we go up first. We have to take our chances. If Vincent’s divers come down here to look for all of us, they will find you and me in the company of their slaughtered captain. And what do you think they will think at that moment?” Purdue asked.

Sam sighed, “So we arm up and whoever tries to kill us on our way up gets a Scottish welcome.”

“No need for that,” a woman said from the mouth of the hatch in the galley where she had just surfaced. “We’ll just come to you.”

“Christ!” Sam yelled, jumping up. He grabbed his diver’s knife and stood at the ready to confront the diver who had a firearm aimed at him. He realized his knife was a worthless defense against her weapon, but Purdue was prepared. From his belt he unclipped a pouch next to the flashlight strap and slowly pulled out the laser device used for cutting steel under water.

“Give it up, David,” she sneered, her red tresses peeking from under her hood. From behind her, another woman surfaced while she completed her threat. “Your lasers will not save you down here.”

“Are you sure?” he teased sarcastically. “They are quite a bit faster than bullets, and have a hell of a lot better target penetration.”

The brunette diver removed her mouthpiece and giggled like a hyena. “Speaking of penetration,” she gawked at Sam, “there’s that dark handsome passenger Stephen failed to kill. He is mine, got it?”

Sam scoffed and looked at Purdue. “Can you believe this shite? Bitch to the second power.”

“Get your gear on, boys. You’re going back up,” the redhead said. “Isabella will lead the way and I will cover the back to make sure you don’t attack her.”

“And what do you think will happen once we get to the boat, ladies?” Purdue asked as he clipped in the buckle of his diving apparatus over his wetsuit. “There is a crew of…”

“Save it!” she shouted. “They’re all shark bait now. We have commandeered the vessel, and once you surface, we will deliver you to our employer so that he can finally finish the job that poor Stephen was unable to complete.”

“Which is?” Sam asked, sounding really thick after what he’d barely survived.

“What do you think?” Isabella snapped. “To dispatch both of you in one unfortunate accident.”

“He worked for you?” Sam asked, furious.

“No sweetheart,” Isabella smiled, “Maria here gave him a prick of Mesmer Piss, some Stuka-Tablets to move him, and within minutes his brain was ours!”

“Whether he liked it or not,” Maria grinned.

Purdue could not believe how candid and nonchalant they were. With a sneer he told Sam, “Bitch infinity, actually.”

“Aye,” Sam agreed.

“Enough with the calculus, boys,” Maria growled. “Time to go. We’ll have our men bring up the golden girl over there.”

“What about Vincent’s body?” Sam asked them.

“Fuck him,” Maria replied and gestured for the two men to get back in the water.

Purdue and Sam had no choice. They accompanied the devious women into the powerful tow of the mid-afternoon tide, hoping that they could find a way to survive the harpies’ second attempt at killing them.

When they broke the surface of the swells, the trawler was a lot more quiet than it had been when they’d departed earlier. A sickening stench, hot and sweet, lingered in the air as the warm Spanish wind swept over the strewn carcasses of gunned down men. Purdue and Sam exchanged wary glances. Isabelle held onto Sam with her barrel snugly in his back, pointing upwards for maximum damage should he or his friend attempt an attack.

It would be dark soon. Another boat bobbed idly behind the Cóncord. It was a large powerboat, a red and black cruiser. By the looks of it, it was vacant. There were no other vessels within eyesight, which is why the attackers struck with automatic weapons in the middle of the day. But they’d neglected to take note of the patrol flights overhead that masqueraded as charter tourist trips. Either that, or the killers simply did not care about being discovered. The latter was a frightful notion in Purdue’s mind, but he tried to set this concern aside long enough to think up a plan for escape.

“I know what you’re thinking, but it won’t work, David,” Maria said, as she wormed out of her wetsuit, revealing a curvaceous figure the likes of screen goddesses like Sophia Loren or Jayne Mansfield. Purdue gulped at the glorious sight. Sam soon joined in when Maria shook loose her wet red locks.

“Why do they always have to be bad guys?” he sighed.

Purdue just shook his head and replied, “I don’t know.”

“Well, at least we’ll die with a feast for the eye,” Sam shrugged.

Purdue scoffed, “Ach, we won’t. We’ve killed prettier women than her.”

“You won’t be killing anyone, sweetie,” Isabella said from behind them, grinning like a shark. She was a lot skinnier than the older Maria, but she was equally enticing. She eyed Sam. “But don’t worry, Mr. Cleave. I will make sure you die a very delicious death. You are fortunate that I favor you.”

“Gee, thanks,” Purdue murmured.

“You, I leave to Maria,” Isabella told Purdue. “She gets turned on by money. I get turned on by dark eyes.”

“Why?” Sam mocked her. “Does it remind you of the farm animals you usually sleep with?”

She dealt him a hefty clout that left him reeling. Then she grabbed him by the nuts and squeezed while Maria alleviated Purdue of his laser device. Sam squealed in agony.

“Get out of your wetsuits,” Maria ordered them. “Isabella take their wetsuits and shred ‘em. We don’t want these two to go into the water again… not safely anyway.”

“You heard her,” Isabella hissed. “Take off your suits. And make yourselves presentable. You are meeting the boss.”

“I don’t have a boss,” Purdue informed her snidely.

“Maybe so, but he holds more than your balls in his hands, boys. Clean up and get dry. You are meeting him in ten minutes,” Isabella commanded, suddenly a lot more unfriendly than she’d been thus far. Her girly appearance and disposition had evaporated, and they soon realized why she was part of the villainous team who’d killed an entire trawler crew and its captain.

When Sam removed his wetsuit, he took note to remove the camera collar and passed it to Purdue who swiftly slipped it into one of the steel folds of the support post next to them. The women did not notice the slight of hand, and neither did the four mercenaries who stood watch with M16s to make sure that any visitors would be eradicated on sight. When Purdue and Sam were dressed again they were made to sit in the same nook where they’d last had cheerful conversations with Vincent Nazquez. They stared through the salt-riddled window while the men hoisted up the golden statue and Purdue’s precious body caskets. All but the captain’s body were brought up.

“Remind me to give them a burial at sea once we get our own back,” Purdue whispered to Sam, who nodded with conviction. The boat’s steadiness was beginning to exhibit more turbulence on the waves as the night drew on and the wind speed increased. With it, the temperature dropped as well, which diminished the awful smell of the drying blood everywhere.

The men in charge of the recovery also helped dispose of the bodies of the Cóncord crew, unceremoniously tossing the bodies into the Alboran Sea for the monsters and tricks of science to feed on. Sam shook his head in disbelief and anger, pursing his lips. He knew he had to keep his cool, but their blunt desecration and disrespect for the fallen men was appalling.