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“Next…time. Steal…a…bigger…boat,” Carla managed to shout, each word knocked from her by the next wavetop.
Richie had taken over the wheel because he was the best sailor, other than Kyle. Bastard laughed and whooped as nine hundred horsepower launched them off the top of another wave and sent them flying.
Throttle wide open, it still took them over two hours to reach the Catatumbo River delta.
Carla had spent the first ten minutes gearing up with every weapon she could think of. Spent ten seconds double-checking that Tanya did indeed know what she was doing with her own weapons selection. Without looking, Tanya took many of the same weapons Chad had chosen. Their armament style matched, along with everything else.
Were she and Kyle that sappy? She reviewed what they each typically c
