Those massive windows,” he rasped, his voice icy, “aren’t bulletproof.

Hannah’s gaze drifted to the transparent sheet separating them from the endless ocean, a canvas splashed with the dying embers of sunset.

“This is a cruise liner,” she scoffed, “not your boss’s fortified villa.

Why on earth would it need impenetrable glass?”

Her lighthearted response met with a stony silence.

Winston, with a glint of steel in his eyes, continued, “Wealthy businessmen swarm this ship, yes, but there are shadows too, gangsters slithering amongst the guests.

Had we not embarked in Newfort, their numbers would be thicker than barnacles on a galleon.

He turned on her, his voice a razor whisper.

“Can you cheat death if a single shot finds its mark in the dead of night, unprepared?”

Hannah, chilled by his grim pronouncement, scrutinized him.

“Is this your first voyage on this ship?”

“The people of the Queen Elizabeth have invited the boss before, but he’s never actually allowed any of us aboard,” Winston explained.

“I’m only here because I have permission to escort you.

the woman of action, cut through

me to the one

his voice softened, the storm

on the first

take you there,” Winston said, glancing at

the elevator down to the first floor, intent on finishing

drama unfolded aboard

Caleb, a shadow of worry clinging to

“Mr.

Mitchell,” he hissed.

out! As predicted,

bead of sweat rolled

the ship docks again,” he stammered, fear lacing

bullet from your abdomen, I’m afraid I don’t know

clung to Bryson’s face like a

bullet, a stubborn lodger, kept the

voice a dry

us at the docks,

and frail as he asked, “What’s

eyes, usually pools of

comb it

Every exit is guarded.

Bryson nodded.

“I know.

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