Chapter Twelve
It looked like a fog had descended on the recreational deck. When Damien approached the length of joined-together tables populated by crew, he realized it was cigarette smoke. He didn’t even know people could smoke on a submarine, but then again it was the Akhana and they played by their own rules.
Jay stood and thrust an arm toward him. ‘You’re in! New round!’ He turned to Nasira and said, ‘Bzzzt! Bzzzt!’ She glared at him. He seemed to think better of it and turned to the crew member on his other side. ‘Bzzzt! Bzzzt!’
Damien reluctantly circled the tables and found a seat next to Jay, who had a plastic cup of whiskey in one hand and a half-smoked cigar in the other. Sitting around them were about a dozen crew, sharing beer, whiskey and cigarettes. They all looked to be
