Heinrich and Henri were close behind him as he rounded the superstructure. ‘Splash one,’ Alex said into his radio.
‘That only leaves about another four or five guys with guns,’ Mitch replied. ‘There’s two forward of us, so we can’t go thataway.’
‘RV with us at the stern,’ Alex said. ‘Watch you don’t shoot us, though.’ Alex guessed the ship’s crew must have locked themselves away somewhere safe once the shooting started.
‘Did you get to the bridge?’ Mitch asked.
‘Negative. They had it booby-trapped. That was the grenade going off. They must have the stones with them.’
‘This is turning to shit.’
Much as it pained him, Alex knew Mitch was right.
‘Alex, above!’
Alex turned at the sound of Henri’s warning and looked up to see the flash of a muzzle and an arcing rain of spent brass cartr
