Alexandria
Day Four
It was full dark by the time Rey and Jane pulled themselves onto shore in front of a well-lit seaside hotel. Exhausted, he took his flippers off and managed the seven steps to a lounge chair where he plopped on his back and tried to catch his breath.
The opposition clearly had great intel, but the killers had not been able to follow them underwater. At some point, the oxygen in their tanks had run out and they’d dropped the depleted bottles, joining them with the shipwrecks of millennia. They’d been forced to surface to breathe, but the swells and fall of night had hidden them from view. The enemy vessel had likewise slipped off and was nowhere to be seen.
“You okay?” he coughed out.
She perched on the edge of the chair next to him, still alert for trouble. He like
