The marina was a thicket of masts and boats. It was a clear night and the moon was reflected in Lake Michigan’s placid surface. The smell of diesel mixed with water permitted everything. Rubi was perched atop a condominium building over looking the marina. She wore a black leather jacket, black shirt. Her green eyes scanned the marina. She looked down and unzipped the backpack at her feet. She pulled a pair of goggles and slipped them over her eyes. The googles flashed a heads up display. She zoomed in and began to take a closer look at the boats floating in the harbor. After about ten minutes of searching she finally spotted the Direct Deposit. She tagged it with a waypoint. She spotted some people on the deck of the ship. She zoomed and focused. There was a man leaning on the railing of the ship. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from a tactical vest, withdrew one, put it in his mouth and lit it. She spotted an assault rifle hanging on his shoulder. She switched the goggles to thermal. She adjusted the setting to high. Eerie white, yellow, and red silhouettes appeared on the ship. She counted twelve people all with rifles. She pulled off the goggles, turned around and slid to the gravel rooftop. Shit. This is going to be a hard one, she thought. She pulled an e-cig out of her jacket. The end glowed with a neon blue light as she took a drag on it. She checked her watch, 23:49:20. She exhaled, the vapor hung in the humid air. Where the fuck is Cal?! She heard the roof access door open. She drew her pistol and moved silently over to where the door was. Cal stepped through the door, a backpack and duffle bag slung over her shoulder. Rubi let down her guard. She stepped out from her hiding spot and approached Cal.
“Cal!” she hissed, “Where the fuck have you been?!”
“I was finishing up the ice-breakers!” whispered Cal.
“Did you bring the stuff I asked you too?” asked Rubi.
“Yeah!” said Cal, gesturing to the duffle bag.
“Good!” Rubi led her over to the parapet overlooking the marina. They crouched down and Cal set the duffle bag and back on the gravel.
“So what do we got?” asked Cal, looking down in the marina.
“Twelve trigs with assault rifles.” relayed Rubi.
“I hope you have a plan.” growled Cal.
“I always do.” replied Rubi. She unzipped the duffle bag and pulled out a synthetic rifle stock and a silver barrel with a scope attached. She snapped the two together and slapped a magazine into the bottom. She handed the rifle to Cal before turning to her backpack. She pulled out what looked like a small harpoon gun with a spike on the back and two hand trolleys. Cal looked at it quizzically.
“What is that?” she inquired, gesturing to the the harpoon gun.
“It’s a little toy, I picked up for this job.” said Rubi with a devilish grin. Cal’s eyes darted to the trolleys.
“Is that a zip line?” asked Cal, nervously. Rubi nodded. “God damn it Rubi! You know I hate heights.”
“Well how else do you expect to get on the yacht?” asked Rubi.
“Not like this!” complained Cal.
“You’ll be fine.” reassured Rubi. She pulled a pair of earpieces with microphones from her jacket pocket. She handed one to Cal and pressed the other into her ear. A faint blue light flashed, signaling that they were functioning. Cal pushed her’s into her ear. Rubi picked up her backpack and slung it on to her back, tightened the straps and buckled the harness.
“I can’t believe that you really want to zipline onto the yacht!” hissed Cal.
“Oh shut up! Vy bol'shoy rebenok,” snipped Rubi. Cal scowled, leveled the rifle and zoomed in on the yacht. Rubi aimed the harpoon gun at the superstructure of the yacht. “On my go I want you to take a shot at the stern.” Cal paused.
“Shouldn’t there be a silencer on this?” asked Cal. Rubi relaxed and looked at her friend.
“No. Why?” she asked dryly.
“Last I checked guns make shit-tons of noise!” hissed Cal. Rubi rolled her eyes and reached into her backpack and handed Cal a suppressor.
“Thank you,” retorted Cal as she screwed the suppressor onto the end of the barrel.
“Killjoy,” murmured Rubi under her breath.
“What?”
“Nothing!” Rubi leveled the harpoon gun, “Fire.” Cal took a breath and squeezed the trigger. The gunshot was a mere pop. The man on the boat slumped silently to the deck. Almost immediately after Rubi fired the harpoon gun. The wire spiraled through the air and hit the yacht’s superstructure. Rubi quickly ran away from the edge and slammed the spike into the wall of the rooftop access building. She clicked the trolly onto the wire and tossed one to Cal. Cal attached her trolly to the wire behind Rubi.
“Just so you know, I hate you for this,” she complained. Rubi’s lips cracked into a sideways smile.
“Let’s go!”
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