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Off the coast of Pico Island, Azores

 

Giselle had been shoved back in her cabin by Fleming, but not before running around the entire deck of their boat, screaming for someone to do something.

“Put some clothes on, for God’s sake!”

She had wanted to react with rage, but instead realized Fleming was right, the men not answering her, instead drinking in her body. Nudity had never been much of a thing for her, her parents free spirits, the naked form nothing to be shocked over. At the appropriate time, it should be enjoyed and partaken of, but this was not that time.

She emerged from the cabin, dressed, and headed for the rear deck. “Has anyone reached him?”

Fleming looked at her. “Yes, he’s responding, but he’s not turning back.”

Giselle pointed at the submersible. “Get it in the water.”

“Why?”

“Because somebody has to stop him.”