Using the dark night as cover Roberto sneaked through the shadows to the stairs leading to the lower deck where the crew was sleeping. Except for the ship moving through the relatively calm waters, no other sound filtered through. Men were hanging in their hammocks, snoring.
Once again, not an expected manner of the D.E.I.C and he frowned, squatting on the balls of his feet, to make sure that everything was as it should be. He made sure that his eyes were accustomed to the dark before he moved further.
Silently he moved again and managed to pass all the sleeping men and down the next stairs taking him deeper into the hull into the farthest point in the lower deck. He searched behind every crate and sack until he recognized her small posture behind a large heavy crate. To a normal eye, s
