The crewman, clearly not knowing what Vince had in camo bag he raised, sneered, pulled his gun, and?—
“Asshole,” Vince snarled, getting off the first shot.
He hit the man’s hip.
The sailor yelped, his gun fell from his fingers into the ocean, and the asshole was sent back over the rail to the deck where Vince knew he’d no longer be a problem.
“One down,” Spence chuckled from behind him.
Yeah.It was all part of the gig, being completely cool under fire but talking trash.
Still, it looked like this wasn’t going to be easy.
All indicators from the deck—if the sound of exchanged fire was anything to go by—said that the number of people SWAT faced, was significant.
Vince wasn’t about to wait another second to find out.
In two steps, his head and shoulders popped above the rail, and?—
“Shit!”
White hot pain seared through his weapons arm, and he felt his grip on the ladder giving way.
“I’m hit,” he bit out.
Vince wasn’t a stranger to getting shot. He’d had a few bullets extracted from his body during his time in the Navy. But this…
He looked down.
Crap.
Thiswas no bullet. It was a fucking bolt from a spear gun; the barb having gone all the way through his shoulder; the shaft still protruding from the front.
Spence quickly crawled up behind the swearing Vince, pinning him to the ladder with his bulk, while Jett, without hesitation, shimmied up the impossibly tight space between the hull and the ladder to gain the upper position.
As the asshole on deck reloaded his unconventional weapon, Jett popped up, took aim, and fired.
The man fell.
Jett wasn’t messing around
It had been a center mass kill shot, and Vince couldn’t conjure the least bit of sympathy for the victim.
Slinking over the rail, Jett joined the fight, with Trask cursing up a storm from somewhere below; furious that his wife was putting herself into the thick of things without him.
“Are you able to move to the side?” Spence asked Vince.
Vince nodded.
At least he thought he did, before inching his body over to the left.
He’d transcended his original anger, falling headlong into excruciating pain where clenching his teeth was his only option.
He detachedly watched as Trask clamored swiftly to the top beside them, followed by Julian and Buck, each of them giving a fast but concerned look at him on their way by.
Luckily, they all made it over the rail without incident.
They probably knew, as Vince did, that this operation needed to be finished quickly, before Vince went into shock.