<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>On a yacht with Mari and Emily<br/>Changing plans</strong><br/><br/>A quick glance at Emily changed everything.  She was still, very still.  Going into a coma?  Maybe.  Susan crab-slid sideways, scooted ober her prone form to face where the intruder was hiding, and gently peeled back  one of  Emily's eyelids, checking her pulse as well.<br/><br/>"I don't know who you are, but go ahead and do what you're gonna do, I'm busy, and she's in no shape to do anything but bleed."  A slightly raised voice directed in the direction of the intruder.  A clear carrying tone, but not quite her combat voice.  Not quite.<br/><br/>She continued in a softer tone, but still loud enough for the intruder to hear.  "Hey, hey, c'mon.  Stick with me, I know you're tired,  know you want to sleep, you can't, not yet, that bastard conked you a good one."<br/><br/>All the while thinking<em>This is insane, this is nuts, but everybody heard that cannon Nix's sniper was using, that Barrett should have blown her head off.</em>Susan's .380 was so temptingly close, but in a closed bag.  Leave it, forget it, gunfire wouldn't save them this time.<br/><br/>