<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>On a yacht<br/>With Mari and Emily</strong><br/><br/>"Shit."  Mouthed more than spoken, but very very heartfelt.<br/><br/>Susan didn't have her gun.  Well, it was with her gear, but she didn't have it on her.  So.  She went very still.  Not freezing in place, but still like a cat watching a mousehole.  Slowly very slowly she went belly down on the deck, planting her slightly raised feet against a bulkhead, ready to push off hard and low right into whoever came around the lip of the cockpit.<br/><br/>Because it sure as hell wasn't Emily.