Mankowski had answered right away. “I’ve got a beauty staked out. Just say go and I’ll be there in ten.”
“Go!” Then she’d gotten Dr. Ray Ewing on the move. She now had another reason to keep him alive, a far more important one than she’d started the night with.
Again, she took his hand to keep exact tabs on him. It felt like more than that, but…something best ignored. Together, they slipped up to the end of the container alley and surveyed the surroundings. Not a soul in sight and even though the yard lights were back on, the visibility sucked beyond about twenty meters. Good.
It took them eight of the ten minutes to scoot across the shipping yard and back to the ferry terminal where she’d left Mankowski.
“We’re good here,” she got Ray tucked out of sight between some big boulders and a support stanchion for the ferry dock overhead that did impressively little to block the slashing storm. “We just— Oh shit!”
“What?”
She slapped her silenced sidearm into his hands. “It’s loaded. There’s no safety. Just aim and pull the trigger. Try not to shoot either of us in the process.” Kristine unslung her HK416, powered up the night sights, and zeroed in on the approaching patrol boat.
It should be out in the middle of the channel right now.
On a foul night like tonight, it should be tied up at the pier.
It definitely shouldn’t be gliding straight toward her position at the ferry landing.
The lights in the ferry terminal above them were off for the night, but there was enough splash from the commercial yard that Kristine knew she wouldn’t be invisible much longer.
Only person that she could see was standing at the helm inside the high, glassed-in bridge of the seventy-five foot long patrol boat. The boat was light blue, with PG-401 painted on either side of the bow. A Gavión-class patrol boat built in the US decades ago, with fore and aft swivel-mounted machine guns. Except there was no one manning the guns.
She zeroed in on the helmsman who was…waving.