After liberating an assault rifle from its former—and now much shorter—owner, Maddock and Bones began their sweep of the yacht. They started on the port deck, moving alongside the superstructure, and almost immediately encountered the remains of two of Zagreus’ men. Both had suffered multiple gunshot wounds.
“This was up close and personal,” Bones remarked, pointing a finger at the blood splatter pattern. The Barrett would have made a considerably bigger mess. “They walked right into it.”
The observation confirmed Maddock’s suspicion that the yacht had been boarded by a commando strike team, but whether the old saw about “the enemy of my enemy is my friend” would prove true in this case was not something they could afford to take for granted. “Let’s not make the same mistake,” Maddock sa
