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Captain Tobias Long sat at his desk in his room; the only illumination was from the bright sunshine that beamed through the two portholes. He sat leaning on his elbows as he stared at the picture of his family while he cradled a bottle of Jack and a crystal cut glass. Tears of remorse flowed freely down his rose-red cheeks and collected on his white whiskers.
“I am so sorry, please forgive me,” He cried into his glass, as he took another hit of the golden liquid.
“Sorry for what, Captain?” Tobias spun around, brandishing a 9mm that had lain next to the photograph and pointed it at Steel.
“How the hell did you get in here?” Long asked, shocked he had not heard the man enter.
“Sorry for what, Captain?” Even though Steel was wearing his sunglasses, the captain could feel the an
