Chapter 21: The BattleTHE NIGHT PASSED uneventfully. On a calm sea, the Mary Emmalene had made good speed, and they neared the rendezvous as midday approached. Tony had laid out an arsenal, picking tactical locations around the main deck from which the two of them could have decent cover and fight if need be. Across the table in the wheelhouse, he’d set down two M4s and a mess of magazines. Aft in the cramped galley were two more guns and spare magazines. On the aft open deck were more tucked in between a holding tank and the bulkhead where still more magazines were stuffed into the crevices.
Cole was at the wheel, scanning ahead as best he could in the half mile or so of visibility. The fog was no more than 100 feet above them, its thick haze not allowing even a hint of sunlight to push
