Madeline and Ryeback made their way through the dark recesses of the ship. Just above them Krill's crew was hard at work. "Looks like they're building something." Madeline whispered. "But what I cannot guess. Almost looks like a carrying tray."
"Aye but for what?" Ryeback asked. "We need to get in for a closer look." He started to move forward but Madeline grabbed his arm. Ryeback was surprised at how strong she was, despite appearances.
"They think I'm on their side. I'll go." She whispered and he nodded. "Wait here." She ordered and slipped up into the open.
She made her way into the main area, confronting Krill. "Just what do you think you're doing? I could feel your modifications."
"All part of the master plan, Mo. All part of the plan." He replied with a confident grin.
She scowled. "I think I have a right to know since these modifications are affecting my body." She growled.
"You'll see soon enough when our transfer arrives." He replied.
"You have another ship out there." She growled. "That's your plan isn't it. To steal something and escape."
"Remember who's the captain here, Missouri." He said, backhanding her.
She gasped and held the side of her face where he slapped her, her blue eyes flashing their anger at him. Nonetheless she straightened up and hissed through gritted teeth "Yes sir."
"Dismissed."
She turned on her heel and exited. When she got back to where she'd left Ryeback the cook had disappeared. "Lil fucker doesn't know how to take orders worth a dime." She sighed. "Guess I'll have to strike out on my own then."
At least without him she wouldn't have to play hide and seek so she left the covered area, making her way down the halls of the ship and hopefully, she'd run into him along the way.
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"43 magazines of SEAWIS rounds. 1000 16 and 5 inch shells. 15 harpoon missiles and at least 15 more tomahawks that we know of are still onboard." Irene rattled off her sister's formidable armament, feeling a surge of pride at being the most heavily armed class of battleship out there.
"What kind of tomahawks?" Admiral Bates fixed her with a stare.
Suppressing a sigh she replied "8 of them are special. Nuclear tipped. But what I want to know, Mr. Breaker is how the fuck does a madman become a top CIA operative?" She fixed the man with a intimidating glare.
"Our covert operatives are clever thinkers, ma'am. Great under stress..."
"You train everyone who is crazy then. Well fucking brilliant sir." She gave him a mock salute. "Just fucking brilliant. We may actually survive this one."
"Last year we received reports from Strannix that the North Koreans had a prototype sub capable of housing tomahawk and harpoon missiles. But once we realized we had lost positive control, we tried to eliminate him. We missed."
"Ah I see, you financed this madman's bank account and didn't one think that the fucker would become a fucking problem?!" She shouted.
Admiral Bates put a calming hand on her shoulder before asking a question of his own. "And this North Korean sub?"
"Oh we're confident we sunk it." Breaker replied but something in his voice said he wasn't so sure.
Irene frowned. "Positive my ass. Little bitch is probably still kicking out there somewhere." She growled.
The rest of the Admirals hoped she was wrong.