Back onboard the houseboat, Brittany and Evelyn helped Kimmie get her clothes and gear stowed away. Kimmie's airsickness had passed, leaving her in a much brighter mood. Sitting out in the shade on the front deck of the houseboat, the trio sipped iced tea, chatting about the upcoming assignment.
"I read in your dossier, you speak several languages." Brittany remarked.
"Yes. I speak Spanish, Portuguese, French, German and of course, Chinese." Kimmie stated, smiling.
"Do you know how to use a handgun?" Brittany asked.
"Oh! No, I don't." Kimmie exclaimed. "I could learn though."
"That's alright." Brittany responded. "If you've never fired a handgun, now isn't the time to learn. I'd feel alot better keeping you unarmed. That way you won't accidentally shoot one of our guys."
"Do you think there will be some shooting?" Kimmie asked, her voice indicating a sense of fear.
"Well, I'm not ruling it out." Brittany answered. "I doubt if any of the drug runners we might be chasing are gonna give up without a fight."
"You'll be wearing a bulletproof vest if you're out with us." She added, trying to calm the young woman's fears. "But you'll probably spend most of your time here on the houseboat."
"I understand you have a daughter." Evelyn spoke up.
"Yeah. Her name's Leanne." Kimmie replied. "She's just four years old. I had her right after high school. My parents are taking care of her while I'm away."
Both, Evelyn and Brittany knew from Kimmie's dossier that she'd never been married. Brittany would have to make sure Kimmie stayed safe so she could eventually return to her daughter in Virginia.
Brittany glanced at her watch. It was nearing 2:30pm.
"Rob should be on his way back." Evelyn remarked. "Don't ya think?"
"Yeah. He should be somewhere east of the Keys." Brittany responded.
"Who's Rob?" Kimmie asked.
"Rob's our pilot." Brittany replied. "He flew down to Andros Island to check out the landing site."
"How many guys will there be with us?" Kimmie inquired. "I hope not many."
"Five including Rob." Brittany replied. "Two shooters and two surveillance specialists. And, one more girl, Rebecca, she's another shooter."
"I hope there won't be alot of weird things going on." Kimmie said.
"Better define weird." Brittany said.
"You know. People having sex." Kimmie muttered. "Getting drunk, running around naked, stuff like that."
"Hmmm." Brittany responded, grinning. "Well. I'll try to keep it down."
All three women laughed at the remark, even Kimmie.
Around 3:30 the women decided to prepare dinner in the houseboat's large galley. Brittany's cell phone rang, startling her. Answering the call, she found herself talking with Rob Garrison.
"How'd it go?" Brittany asked. "Can you land and take off from the site I picked."
"Yeah. But you'll have to take off and land from the south end." Rob answered. "The communications tower is right at the side of the dirt road to the north. And there's a small pond just south of the tower but I don't see that as being a problem. Just something I'll have to deal with."
"I made it down and back up just to see how smooth the road was." He added. "It's better to land parallel to the road. Heck of alot smoother in the short grass."
"Great!" Brittany remarked. "We can be within walking distance of the cove."
"Whatta you want me to do next?" Rob inquired.
"I need you to fly me to Houston tomorrow morning." Brittany replied. "We need to pick up the guns and ammunition."
"Ok. What time?" He asked.
"Let's leave around 7:00am." Brittany suggested. "How long will it take to fly to Houston?"
"About five and a half hours." Rob answered after giving it some thought. "Depends on headwinds and weather."
"That should work out alright." Brittany commented. "I'll set it up with Duke to meet us around 1:00pm, Houston time."
"I'll get a room here at the airport hotel and meet you at the hanger around 7:00." Rob stated.
"Ok. Or you could stay here." Brittany suggested. "Kimmie's fixing spaghetti for dinner. She says it's one of her specialties."
"Well β¦β¦β¦ I don't want to be a bother." Rob replied.
"You won't be a bother." Brittany responded. "Why don't you grab a cab and bring your things."
Less than an hour later, the airport taxi arrived at the marina's security gate. Brittany punched in her code, activating the gate opener. As they walked the short distance to the houseboat, Brittany's eyes glanced to the side, taking in Rob's handsome features.
While Evelyn and Kimmie finished preparing dinner, Brittany showed Rob around the houseboat, directing him to his stateroom. During dinner, the conversation was light, mostly about the boat, the weather and the Bahamas. Kimmie received numerous compliments on her cooking skills, making her blush. The group spent the rest of the evening sitting on the top deck, relaxing and watching the activities in the marina.
Brittany and Rob left for the Miami airport early the next morning for the lengthy flight to Houston. Sitting in the copilot's seat, Brittany scanned over the multitude of gauges, dials and levers. Noticing a picture clipped to the visor over the pilot's controls, she commented on it.
"It's a picture of my son, Tyler. He just turned seven." Rob stated. "I take his picture with me everywhere."
"He's a cute little guy." Brittany complimented. "Bet you really miss him."
"He's all I've got left worth living for." Rob murmured. "He was just five when Lori was killed. He reminds me so much of her."
Brittany sensed Rob was still mourning the tragic death of his wife. Rob's hands gripped the yoke firmly to keep them from trembling. Brittany waited patiently while Rob regained control of his emotions. She wanted to console him but she was afraid.
The Piper Seneca twin-engine aircraft took off, heading northwest towards Houston. Flying out over the gulf, Brittany watched as the city of Miami slowly faded from view. The aircraft slowly climbed to altitude before leveling off. Brittany's eyes looked out over the front cowling, occasionally glancing out at the engines and the sea below.
"She'll fly on one engine, if that's what you're wondering." Rob stated.
Brittany nodded her head, acknowledging his statement.