<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>By the pool</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Seeing Nix emerge from the house</strong></span><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Nix!  Emily was moving even as her mind formed the word.  It was now or never, surely, with him standing there, FOUR bodyguards making a close-range attack impossible.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">She grabbed the bowl she’d dropped off earlier and emptied it as she strode across the bit of grass to the path.  How far to the boat? Thirty yards?</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“Guess what they want something else!” she grinned to the guards as she passed the trees where they were: “They’re a bit spoiled I reckon.”</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Onto the landing stage – pulled the bow rope to free it with one pull as she’d specially done that knot; pulled the stern rope free too, because once she fired those guards were just there so it gave her a chance not to have to shoot them – no current here so the boat would stay still long enough…totally dark now...</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Into the cabin, grabbed the rifle from under the bunk; climbed onto the cabin roof; settled with rifle pointing towards the house, now look…perhaps 20 seconds elapsed? Would he still be there?</span><br/><br/>