Tank rolled out from behind the crates and raised his Beretta, "hands in the air!" The woman turned around and dropped her gun down on the deck. "What else have you…urrgh!"
Tankini stared down the stranger, "is there a problem?" she asked in a Russian accent.
"When was the last time you shaved under your arms? Just put your arms down, ok?"
She did and Tank calmed down considerably, "alright, take the knife and toss it
overboard!" Tankini saw her chance and turned slowly towards the railings. "I said
don't move!"
"Oh you shoot women too, dickhead?" Suddenly, the boat lurched and Tankini looked
up, "it's stopped raining."
"Nice observation skills," Tank muttered.
"What? Anyway, isn't it amazing – America I mean."
"We're in England! Are we gonna fight or not?"
"Oh yes, where did I put that knife?" A bullet fired from the handle of the knife and
missed Tank by an inch. "And that brings our tour to its conclusion."
"What the hell are you talking about?"