Twenty-Six
Sunday, December 19
Bailey's Key
Eva went to her office and called Owens.
“Hey, Eva. I’ve got most of the duct tape off, though it left a sticky residue. Next time use something other than duct tape. But I think I’m ready to go again if you need me.”
“Actually, I do, if you’re willing. I’d like to use the Denise 2 to guard the perimeter here. Do you think you could bring the equipment to pilot her by remote? And… well, an overnight bag? The quarters here aren’t comfy, but the other guys are camping out in the lab.”
“Hey, I’m no stranger to camping. Never in a lab before though. Usually outside.” He chuckled. “Seriously, I’m happy to help. I’ll be there soon.”
Owens arrived as the sun set. He tied the submarine to the dock, then joined Eva and the rest aboard the Aggressor
