But who could it be? The question raced through his mind as he crouched against the outer wall of the bridge, knife firmly in hand. No other craft had approached the ship since he’d arrived. It could be a smuggler, or perhaps an operator from a rival faction or government? Had they arrived by submersible as well? If so, why would they need a full diving suit and not simple scuba gear? For each question he asked himself, there were merely more questions. The only thing that made sense was that this person approaching was a member of the crew, but the diving wench was fully spooled. Who then, or what, was he about to face?
The Adventures of Rip Steele
Monday, September 5, 2011
The Adventures of Rip Steele
But who could it be? The question raced through his mind as he crouched against the outer wall of the bridge, knife firmly in hand. No other craft had approached the ship since he’d arrived. It could be a smuggler, or perhaps an operator from a rival faction or government? Had they arrived by submersible as well? If so, why would they need a full diving suit and not simple scuba gear? For each question he asked himself, there were merely more questions. The only thing that made sense was that this person approaching was a member of the crew, but the diving wench was fully spooled. Who then, or what, was he about to face?
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