ELEVEN
Steel had studied the plans as much as he could on the vessel, and his head began to hurt. This truly was a city; he walked to the balcony of his room to get some fresh air. The cool breeze felt good on his warm skin as it penetrated his black golf-ball shirt. Taking a deep breath, he could smell the fresh saltiness of the ocean, and then ventured back to his room, all the while he could feel the eyes on him. This trip was starting to be more tantalising than he thought, hidden cameras, strange rich people that stuck out. No, this was more than he could have hoped for, but he had a job to do and not much time to do it. Checking his appearance once more in the full-length mirror, he smiled confidently to himself.
“Ok, let’s do this.” He knew tonight he would be at a different table
