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Fortesque raised a hand in a disarming greeting. The sentry in the yacht did likewise before realising the tender wasn’t slowing down. The sentry was rooted for a second, then reacted, raising his UMP9 and all that. The tender crashed against the dock, mounting it with a terrific BANG! The prow rammed the sentry in the chest, striking him to the deck, crushing him beneath the keel.
BANG!Garrett leapt onto the ravaged dock, UMP at the ready. Fortesque spun the cap on the tender’s fuel tank open. He reached for the box with the Molotovs…
“Contact!” Garrett yelled a moment before automatic gunfire came at them from the passageway between twin spiral stairs that accessed the upper decks.
Fortesque dropped flat as bullets chewed up the tender. The Molotovs were jostled,
