The sounds of the gunshots threw the yacht into frenzy. Angelo, his siblings and a few guards moved into a computer room and checked the screens which allowed them saw what was happening above. They were in the party hall in the jumbo yacht.
They gunshots were fire exchanges between the guards at the top of the yacht. They saw that over six of them were dead already.
“There are over ten helicopters!” Angelo noted. “Who the hell are these?”
“I guess you should go for the arsenal instead.” Van said from behind. “This looks like a wipe out mission but they won’t just get us without a fight. Let the children and women be taken to the B-room.”
“I am afraid the room can’t accommodate them all.” Peter said.
“Then let’s get to the arsenal.”
“Dad, you are too old for this.” Angelo said. “Plea
