The door clicked shut as Amanda and Steve both exited her suite. Steve's cabin was
at the end of the next corridor. As they rounded a corner they heard footsteps loudly
behind them.
Ahead, the cabin door to room 225 was open. Quickly, Steve headed into the doorway,
pulling Amanda in, and quietly closing the door.
He watched through the peephole as several of the terrorist headed down the hallway
full speed ahead.
"Dammit!" He complained.
"Steve, let's see if there is anything we can use in this room?"
Amanda started opening drawers. "Here is a swiss army knife."
"Oh, Good."
"Steve this is men's clothes, see if any of it fits."
He pulled a navy t-shirt and white tank top from a drawer. "A little big, but they'll do."
"Thank God."
She pulled out a pair of jeans, handing them to him.
"A little big."
"It'll be better than a suit, come on."
He grabbed the jeans and went into the bathroom. He quickly changed into jeans and
the navy shirt and used the restroom.
When he emerged from the bathroom Amanda tossed a pair of hiking boots at him.
"Ah, these are the same one's I have. Same size to."
"Good. So what now?" He finished lacing up the boots.
"I have no idea." He walked over to the door and peered out the peephole. Men were
headed straight for their room.
"Holy Fuck"
Amanda turned, shocked at his outburst. "What is it?"
"They're coming."
"Oh Shit!"
Amanda slung her bag over her shoulder, as someone started trying to open the door
handle.
"What do we do?"
He gestured toward the door. "They must have heard me flush the toilet."
"We are not jumping?"
"We are if the ship stops moving."
Steve pulled the blinds back covering the door and then closed the patio door, as shots
were fired into the door.
"Oh my God."
"Come on." Steve climed up on the railing, reaching for Amanda's hand.
"I can't do this." Amanda pleaded looking at the choppy waters.
at the end of the next corridor. As they rounded a corner they heard footsteps loudly
behind them.
Ahead, the cabin door to room 225 was open. Quickly, Steve headed into the doorway,
pulling Amanda in, and quietly closing the door.
He watched through the peephole as several of the terrorist headed down the hallway
full speed ahead.
"Dammit!" He complained.
"Steve, let's see if there is anything we can use in this room?"
Amanda started opening drawers. "Here is a swiss army knife."
"Oh, Good."
"Steve this is men's clothes, see if any of it fits."
He pulled a navy t-shirt and white tank top from a drawer. "A little big, but they'll do."
"Thank God."
She pulled out a pair of jeans, handing them to him.
"A little big."
"It'll be better than a suit, come on."
He grabbed the jeans and went into the bathroom. He quickly changed into jeans and
the navy shirt and used the restroom.
When he emerged from the bathroom Amanda tossed a pair of hiking boots at him.
"Ah, these are the same one's I have. Same size to."
"Good. So what now?" He finished lacing up the boots.
"I have no idea." He walked over to the door and peered out the peephole. Men were
headed straight for their room.
"Holy Fuck"
Amanda turned, shocked at his outburst. "What is it?"
"They're coming."
"Oh Shit!"
Amanda slung her bag over her shoulder, as someone started trying to open the door
handle.
"What do we do?"
He gestured toward the door. "They must have heard me flush the toilet."
"We are not jumping?"
"We are if the ship stops moving."
Steve pulled the blinds back covering the door and then closed the patio door, as shots
were fired into the door.
"Oh my God."
"Come on." Steve climed up on the railing, reaching for Amanda's hand.
"I can't do this." Amanda pleaded looking at the choppy waters.