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.

woman of action, cut through the

take me to the one

voice softened,

the

there,” Winston said, glancing at his

to the first floor, intent on finishing

a different drama unfolded aboard

a different floor, Caleb, a shadow of worry clinging

“Mr.

Mitchell,” he hissed.

choice not to go out! As predicted, the male guests are strip-searched as

bead of sweat

another seven days before the ship docks again,” he stammered, fear

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

to Bryson’s face like

bullet, a stubborn lodger, kept

voice a dry

us at the docks, it’ll be

as he asked, “What’s the

pools of calm, flickered

men comb it like hungry

Every exit is guarded.

Bryson nodded.

“I know.

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