Maybe it’s excitement. Maybe it’s terror. Maybe you’re just done with this night and wanna cash in on that favor Pepper promised you. Whatever the reason, your pals barely register in your head as you dig through the boat like a dog at the beach!
Some <span class="mu-s">LIFE JACKETS,</span> <span class="mu-s">FLIPPERS,</span> a <span class="mu-s">COOLER,</span> a <span class="mu-s">LIFE PRESERVER,</span> even an <span class="mu-s">EMERGENCY FLARE GUN WITH ONE SHELL…</span> you’re probably on your third search before you feel a hand on your shoulder.
“Dude,” Raj mutters with a hint of concern in his voice, “They aren’t there…”
That’s <span class="mu-i">fine</span>, you exclaim! Pepper! Pepper can hotwire it, right!?
“Sorry champ,” She shrugs from the safety of the dock, “Never really looked into ‘<span class="mu-i">Boat Hijacking</span>’...”
Then you’ll <span class="mu-i">paddle</span>, you sputter! You’ll just paddle back to the mainland! You’ll get the cops, the army, whatever! It’ll be their problem!
It takes you a few moments to realize you aren’t convincing anybody, not even yourself. Even without the keys, the way forward is blocked by the metal gate–its body thick enough to withstand a tank shell from the looks of it.
Not to mention that after what you heard upstairs, there’s no telling what sort of crazy shit is in the <span class="mu-i">water</span>...
Feeling your excitement drain from your body, you end up slumping into a tired heap on the boat’s fancy leather seats. What the hell is going <span class="mu-i">on</span>, you groan to no one in particular.
“I wish I knew, bro…” Muses Raj as he stares at the watery tunnel beyond the gate, “But whatever it is ain’t <span class="mu-i">good</span>...”
“Diesel…” mutters Pepper from the shore in an uncharacteristically-perturbed tone, “You uh… you mind coming back, sandcrab?”
Just gimme a sec, you sigh as you give yourself a second to rest, you’ll… you just need a minute…
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