<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>On the deck</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Keeping quiet</strong></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Emily found her awareness coming back bit by bit... </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">The belligerent woman was guessing wildly; she had no idea, really.  Hadn't realised Emily had fired a burst of three...hadn't any great loyalty to Nix...wanted to know 'what was going on'.  Talking about sending a message to their employer but didn't know who that was...</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Had she seen the rifle just then?  It suggested a third person, more than anything, but she hadn't realised...</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">A chancer, then?  Someone who'd change sides?</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Anyway Emily was going to lay still and quiet while the chancer discovered her phone was seriously password-protected.  Then...well she reckoned the chancer was well outgunned by Susan, since whatever the bluster it looked like the guns were done with, and now it was a thinking woman's game...</span><br/><br/><br/>