"Where do you want me to go?" Amanda whispered angrily at Steve.
"We have to swing over to the next balcony." He told her, as they both clung to the railing.
"Okay. Dammit!" She gulped, glancing at the water.
Carefully while keeping a firm grip on the railing, she swung her leg to the other balcony.
She steadied her foot before reaching her hands over and pulling her entire body to the next
balcony.
Steve done the same thing, and as he swung over the door to the room they had just occupied
opened loudly.
"There is no one in here." He heard someone with an odd accent gripe.
"Someone turned water on. I heard them." Another man said.
Quietly Steve told Amanda to go to the next balcony over.
She shot him a dirty look--not wanting to do that again.
"Amanda, GO!"
"I'm going."
They both went over to another balcony, this time Steve told her to climb over. With great joy,
she climbed up the railing--hoping the door was unlocked.
As Steve swung his legs over, Amanda jerked on the door handle. It would budge.
"We are so screwed."
"Give me your credit card."
She dug in the backpack, finally finding her wallet. She pulled out her debit card.
Steve worked it between the lock and after a few minutes it finally snapped and
he quickly slid the door-before it could lock again.
Amanda and Steve quickly went into the room. After rifling through drawers to see if they needed
anything, they looked through the peephole, looking to see if anyone was in the hall.
Amanda felt a quick jolt.
"Steve, I think the ship stopped." She glanced at her watch. Ten O'clock.
He went out onto the balcony.
There was no motion.
"Your right. We stopped."
"Well?" She looked at him, hoping for a brilliant idea.
"Come on." He looked through the door one more time. Seeing no one, he quietly opened it.
Amanda followed him as he crept out into the hallway.
As they started toward the elevators footsteps sounded behind them and they darted at the elevator.
They both jumped in and Amanda jabbed the door close button as bullets struck the doors.
"We have to swing over to the next balcony." He told her, as they both clung to the railing.
"Okay. Dammit!" She gulped, glancing at the water.
Carefully while keeping a firm grip on the railing, she swung her leg to the other balcony.
She steadied her foot before reaching her hands over and pulling her entire body to the next
balcony.
Steve done the same thing, and as he swung over the door to the room they had just occupied
opened loudly.
"There is no one in here." He heard someone with an odd accent gripe.
"Someone turned water on. I heard them." Another man said.
Quietly Steve told Amanda to go to the next balcony over.
She shot him a dirty look--not wanting to do that again.
"Amanda, GO!"
"I'm going."
They both went over to another balcony, this time Steve told her to climb over. With great joy,
she climbed up the railing--hoping the door was unlocked.
As Steve swung his legs over, Amanda jerked on the door handle. It would budge.
"We are so screwed."
"Give me your credit card."
She dug in the backpack, finally finding her wallet. She pulled out her debit card.
Steve worked it between the lock and after a few minutes it finally snapped and
he quickly slid the door-before it could lock again.
Amanda and Steve quickly went into the room. After rifling through drawers to see if they needed
anything, they looked through the peephole, looking to see if anyone was in the hall.
Amanda felt a quick jolt.
"Steve, I think the ship stopped." She glanced at her watch. Ten O'clock.
He went out onto the balcony.
There was no motion.
"Your right. We stopped."
"Well?" She looked at him, hoping for a brilliant idea.
"Come on." He looked through the door one more time. Seeing no one, he quietly opened it.
Amanda followed him as he crept out into the hallway.
As they started toward the elevators footsteps sounded behind them and they darted at the elevator.
They both jumped in and Amanda jabbed the door close button as bullets struck the doors.