“Sure, sure. Split three ways.”
“Deal the damn cards, Mitch!”
Ensign Tisiphone looked whispered to Private Diamond. “There are four, and they’re playing cards. One is drunk and asleep the others sound like they’ve been drinking.”
The marine quietly checked his weapon. “You open the door, and I’ll slip out. I’ll get their attention with a flash bang, Then I need you to come out blasting. Don’t slow down just shoot them. The rest of you cover the door and watch for reinforcements. Once we’re inside, get that door closed and input the code as fast as you can. Everyone understand? OK, let me out.”
Private Diamond slithered out the door his pistol and knife at the ready. The Marine hugged the far wall out of sight of the card players. The three pirates were still arguing over the cards, mon
