Grace, still on the fishing boat, was tracking the shocktrooper as he swam under the submarine. Damien was firing his UMP from the jet ski. Everything was going to s**t.
‘Get Sophia inside!’ Grace yelled.
DC and Chickenhead shuttled the stretcher through the sub’s entrance, leaving Jay with just enough room to cross back to the bow. He checked the beach. Clear. The north coast of the island where they’d come from. Clear. The water around them. Through the infrared spectrum, he saw four bodies swimming toward him, surrounding the submarine.
‘Fuckgiraffes!’ he yelled.
DC was back outside, tachi gleaming beside him. ‘What now?’
‘Damien,’ Jay said, ‘get the f*****g f**k up here!’
He ran across the deck and slid over to Damien, extended a hand and started hauling him up. As he did so, a c
