Episode 16.0: sCUBA, Episode 16.1: MOuRNING SICKNESS

COMMANDROID: COLONEL SIMON CAMPOS

Sixty-five miles from Cuba! Nowheresville!

A beautiful moonlit night on calm seas was uncommon for the season. The good ship Andromeda weighing anchor at a specific set of coordinates it was now a waiting game for all involved. Alejandra Gala, the host of this arms deal relaxed on deck with Miami Coast Guard Chief Kieron Dyer. Dyer was on the take and also in control over a sweet little white slavery thing in importing illegal young beauties from Cuba, many of them underage. There was a huge profit for all involved once the girls were trained to be the perfect little whores. A monthly supply kept them fresh and rolling in dough. The most recent batch was from an earlier trip, now being processed back at the Keys. Toasting to good fortune the yacht owner and his partner in crime were getting a bit drunk. Less business, more bullshit.

Their laughter was getting to eavesdropper Colonel Simon Campos. Android ears picking up their conversation stood along a railing peering out to sea. “According to Gala’s thoughts the Santa Pina is right on time. I wonder how much longer before the munitions buyers from Cuba will be. If these bozos are as bad as I suspect stocking up on illegal arms, I think I’ll end not only their supply but them ever looking for new deals. Chances are they’re the ones hauling in new girls for Dyer and Pearl’s cathouse project.”

“Hey, Pop?” His alien computer whom Simon designated as Luther, after his deceased son spoke up in their shared mind. “There’s a large boat approaching from the Cuba side, three miles out per satellite monitoring.”

“Watchful eyes! Those eyes in the sky will never be in our favor.” Simon peered up at the stars. “Let’s hope OASIIS doesn’t use those to tail us.”

“Our body has signal blockers. It would take some serious tech upgrades to accomplish any way of tracking any of us.” Meaning he and his fellow androids!

“Still recording Gala and Dyer?”

“Of course! I’m no slacker. Trust me Pop, I’ll put together an airtight case for Detective Eva Gomez.”

“Eva Gomez? Is she on the up and up?”

“You asked me to look into trustworthy cops on the Miami Police force. She’s highly decorated, twenty years on the job and she’s crashed a lot of parties in that time. Not only that but she hates Sean Pearl.”

“And we know this how?”

“Two years ago, Gomez and Pearl butted heads on a case, and he nearly killed her career. If not for Commissioner Eric Holmes, Eva might have been given the boot, but Gomez produced evidence on her own time that convinced him to follow her lead. That case was money laundering which Pearl had a hand in but managed to scrub his part in any of it. Gala was connected to that too, along with Mob boss Netti Giovanni aka NetGio for his global ambitions.”

“Is Gomez the only trustworthy cop in Miami?”

“Oh, there are others, but they are less ambitious. Eva is always working angles; I’ve tapped her computer and learned everything she’s digging into. Right this minute she’s outside of Pearl’s house wondering where he disappeared to. Those satellites up above? They can be useful to us Pop. I can zoom in on her if you like.”

“Google Maps style?”

“Dash cam!”

“Ah!”

“She’s eating tacos while she watches his house.”

“Pearl likely has cameras, he’s going to know she’s out there.”

“Not after I wipe them clean from here. Simple override!”

“As much as I want to just end Pearl, Dyer, and Killjoy it makes more sense to lock them up and learn every little thing they have on their plates. Unless I change my mind, we’ll go with that plan.”

“I’m proud of you Pop. You retired from the bloodshed.”

“I’ll never completely retire. Now Killjoy? I think he needs to go.”

“Gala?”

“I do like his boat. It would make for a nice home base. Question is, do I end his life or wipe his mind clean and misplace him on some island. He is at retirement age.”

“Filthy rich if you want a comfy life. We could always adopt his identity and have him go straight.”

“Too many dealings would come to haunt us. Personally, I don’t want Captain Stubing’s face for any amount of time.”

“Love Boat reference!”

“I suppose so. Camila is down there feeling the love.” Camila Jimenez, Cuban goddess and slave to Alejandro Gala. “She’s brave I’ll give her that. I just hope she can cope once she learns her husband died thanks to Gala. Another reason Gala shouldn’t survive the night. If I let him live and go to prison everything he owns will be confiscated.”

“Including the Love Boat.”

“Exactly! I want this bad boy. After tonight this whale belongs to me. Does Gala have any documented will leaving his empire to anyone?”

“One daughter! Emmanuelle Gala aka Emme, she is seventeen and still in school. She lives with an aunt in Tampa, Florida to avoid her knowing of his lifestyle. Her mother is dead. No records of her outside of a covered-up car accident.”

“Gala had her killed?”

“Only a guess at this point. That was three years ago. Her name was Simone Gala. The aunt is Simone’s sister, Isabella Reyes.”

“Unfortunate! Before we depart the area let’s clean up Gala’s books and make certain Emme is well-taken care of. Liquidate his empire wherever we can. I do not want Gala’s connections blowing back on Emme.”

“You are very honorable, Pop.”

“You know me, soft spot for kids less fortunate. I say we donate a good chunk of money to a Cuban refugee organization.”

“In honor of Carlos?”

“Not the worst idea. Camila is going to be miserable learning both her parents are also dead. Sucks to be her. She now has no one and nowhere to turn.”

“Not to play matchmaker Pop, but she could be our girlfriend.”

“Her head won’t be on straight enough to jump in. She needs to find herself.”

“Fair enough! The Santa Pina is here, the Cuban craft Bellarosa as well.” Gala receiving a phone call hooked up with arms dealer Martin Killjoy who stood with his guard McDermitt Kirby. Gala’s hitmen Monroe Casey and Salvatore Mancini hovered but kept enough distance not to appear eavesdropping. “Oh! The hit squad there work for Netti Giovanni, they are on loan. Gala’s boys are the Santa Pina crew.”

“Those idiots couldn’t protect his lunch from flies.”

“True that! What about those guys? Are you sparing them?”

“They only know what Gala was into. Probably not everything. I’ll just alter their minds and let them go. They won’t even know where I ditch the munitions.”

“Deep six?”

“How deep is the water in this spot?”

“1200 feet!”

“That would take a submersible to reach, right?”

“Yes! Nitrogen narcosis at 130 feet.”

“Except for me.”

“Correct! This body could touch bottom without trouble.”

“Good to know! You don’t have to bring up the invincibility stuff. I get it! Okay! Who is the Cuba Captain and what is he about?”

“Enrique Salazar! Slave trader and a vicious soldier. Shall we listen in on him?”

“Zero in!” Ears amplifying over the distance, Simon Campos could hear the leader tell his troops to be ready to make the pickup once the Santa Pina was close enough to transfer without issues. A smaller boat dropped into the sea, Salazar boarding it with three men then crossing the water to reach the Andromeda. Thoughts now picked up on Salazar seemed to have an agenda this time around. “What have we here? Salazar wants to retire too it sounds like. Ballsy risk trying to take over the Andromeda. Why would he risk that?”

“Power play! I’ve done some checking. Salazar reports to an Armando Corazon in Cuba. They feud quite often over how to conduct business. Salazar does not like Gala.”

“So, he’s tired of taking orders and wants it all for himself. If we let him take out everyone this does not help Gomez. I can incapacitate Salazar and his merry band to protect the Andromeda. How many on Salazar’s crew?”

“Ten!”

“Alright! Gala has Giovanni’s hit goons, Killjoy plus Kirby and Boggs, the Monkee’s on the Santa Pina, Pearl and Dyer. This side has a two-man advantage.”

“The pilot of the Andromeda, Ivan Crannert down below resting.”

“He’s an innocent.” Moving across the bridge Simon in his cloak of invisibility looked down at the deck. X-ray vision applied Simon scanned directly below him to find Camila and Sean Pearl quietly snuggling, Pearl’s alcohol level had exceeded his energy. Kelly Boggs standing guard for no real reason was snacking at the bar to kill her boredom. The shrimp was awesome! “This could get tricky. Big risk but I think I’m going to warn Boggs.”

“I believe she can be trusted.”

“After reading her thoughts earlier, I do to. I’ve studied Kirby and I don’t feel as at ease with him.”

“His Green Beret days were riddled with brutality.” Luther informed his colleague, “He might be suffering from sea sickness at the moment, but his heart rate shows signs of temper. He’s impatient! Itching to pull his weapon. Gala’s goons are just as tense.”

“Killjoy?”

“Cool as a cucumber. He just wants his money.”

“Does Killjoy have military experience?”

“Expert marksman but no real boot camp training.”

“Okay! Time to chat with Boggs.” Calling out telepathically Simon Campos made his presence known. “Sergeant Boggs?”

“Yeah?” She looked around unfamiliar with the voice to which she heard. Finding no one near she nearly choked on her shrimp before spitting it out. “That wasn’t Pearl.”

“Do you want to survive this night?”

“Preferably! Where are you?”

“On deck! I need you to be aware of piracy this night. The Cuban’s have plans to kill everyone on board the Andromeda and take not just the arms but both boats. I know your true past Boggs; you lost your career just to protect higher up’s. Kirby may be your lover, but he does not have your best interest at heart.”

“I can take care of myself. Who are you? How can I hear you from way up there?” She eyed the ceiling.

“Telepathy! Test me if you must but hurry. Salazar and his trio are ready to board the Andromeda.”

“Riiight! Telepathy!”

“You have a rose tattoo on your left thigh, a toe ring beneath your shoe, right foot.” She turned pale. “You’re thinking left foot. That was my test to prove to you I’m sincere. Are you with me or do I let these reject Mambi guerrilla’s rape and kill you? You are outnumbered.”

“Name!”

“Colonel Simon Campos. I can easily make you forget hearing my name. Not only that I can alter your mind to believe you are a circus clown. Do not test me on that Boggs, I need you to protect Camila and Boat Captain Crannert. He’s sleeping in the secondary cabin. Pearl? You can rough up just keep him alive to face the Miami authorities. I’ll do the dirty work up here. Can you do this?”

“Killjoy...”

“Would kill you in an instant if it meant his survival. I know you don’t like him, he’s only a paycheck. Even if the guerrilla’s do not kill Killjoy, I plan to. He’s done selling weapons that kill innocent people. Be aware that Gala is a slave runner, Camila is proof of that.”

“Well aware! I witnessed them haul in girls before we left Key West. That did not settle well with me being a woman.”

“Understood! I’ll keep you posted. Do not come upstairs for any reason until I tell you it is safe. Do this and I will save not just your life but set you up anywhere you want to go. My specialty is wet works, my kill record dwarfs pretty much albeit a handful of assassins worldwide. Trust me as I am trusting you Boggs. Just knock Pearl out so he’s not a hinderance. He’s drunk enough to be an easy thump.”

“What am I thinking now?”

“You’re hoping I’m cute.”

“Are you?”

“Not bad for an old man.”

“I got this. Do your thing.”

“Eyes and ears open!” Communication halted Kelly Boggs barged into the cabin to see Camila Jimenez looking up at her without moving. Sean Pearl mumbled incoherently as Kelly stood over him. Glock in hand she hit Pearl square across the nose and knocked him unconscious.

“You alright, Camila?”

“Si!”

“Simon sent me. Follow me, we have a Captain to speak with. Ignore any firepower up above, the Colonel will deal with the racket.” Lured away Kelly rolled Pearl out of bed and stashed him under it. Tight fit but managed! “I’ll need hand sanitizer after touching that bastard.” She saw some at the bar. First stop! Camila had a shot of Tequila for her nerves. She even poured Kelly one and they toasted one another.

Salazar and his contingent of three boarded the Andromeda, met by Gala’s hitman Mancini. An immediate mistrust hit the mobster, yet he remained silent. A huge briefcase of money in Salazar’s possession was let through but his trio of thugs were detained. Monroe Casey joined Salvatore Mancini as a precaution. No arms check they simply maintained a close eye. As did Simon Campos, to his advantage he did not even need to look at them. Thoughts gave them away. Salazar had told his guards to hold back until the exchange was complete.

“Enrique, welcome aboard.” Alejandro threw his arms out. “May I introduce you to Mister Martin Killjoy. He is your newest benefactor.”

“The weapons?”

“Transferring now! Check with your man on the Bellarosa.” A quiet walkie talkie call carried across the water indicated that three more crates were to be loaded and the job would be complete. Nodding Salazar accepted a drink from Gala to kill the time. Killjoy shaking hands with Salazar felt as uneasy as Giovanni’s hitmen. McDermitt Kirby studied Salazar for himself but maintained his composure. If he had his way, he would punch the smug Cuban. Under ten minutes later a call back informed Salazar that the ammunitions were safe, secure, and each crate double checked for count and condition.

“There! Money please!” Killjoy demanded the case. Lifting it up for Martin to obtain the dealer opened the attaché and found it filled with newspaper clippings out of Havana. Looking up with dread a gunshot was heard from the distance. Two more after from another pair. Snipers! McDermitt Kirby had his brains blown out from over two hundred yards. Both Mancini and Casey dropped like sacks of bloody potatoes. “SHIT!”

Gala dropped his bottle of bourbon on the deck and cowered. “Enrique? What is the meaning of this?” A gun drawn Salazar was joined by his three amigos and stood over Killjoy, Dyer, and Gala, Killjoy ordered to his knees.

“Our business will be done shortly.” In the distance four more gunshots were heard.

“So much for Benicio and the boys.” Simon grumbled! “Time to make a stand.”

“Good luck, Pop!”

“Do we need luck Luther?”

“Guess not! We are the cavalry.”

Walking up on Salazar, Simon uncloaked his invisibility and shared his muscular appearance. Holographic swimming trunks were all that he wore. Even as an android he admitted to modesty. “Nice shots!” His men quickly took aim at Simon. “Go ahead! Spend your bullets.” Gala and Killjoy turned pale. Who was this stowaway? “Mind if I borrow your gun?” He stepped up to Salazar then held his hand out. His men inadvertently took aim at Salazar himself, their gaze locked on their leader with tempered expressions. Eyes wide Salazar relinquished his firearm.

“Whoever you are.” Killjoy stood up, “I will make you rich.”

Gun accepted Simon flung it overboard. Moving closer to Salazar he placed an arm around his shoulder and smirked. Pointing out at the Bellarosa he used his freehand to portray a detonator. “Down the hatch!” On board the Bellarosa the remaining soldiers pulled the pins on hand grenades in their possession and dropped them to the deck. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Salazar pissed his pants, Killjoy losing his mind over the loss of both money and his weapons. All they could do was watch the Bellarosa sink in flames, the ammunition adding to the fireworks display. “I guess I won’t need to worry about retrieving all those guns. Shit happens!”

“WHO ARE YOU?” Salazar shared his horror just as his three compadres pointed their guns at one another and took off half their heads in a well-timed three-way trigger fest. Bodies toppling to the deck Gala and Dyer jumped up and out of the way.

“Doesn’t matter! Hands behind your back.” Salazar lost the ability to make his own decisions and did as he was told. Seeing a handgun on the deck Martin Killjoy moved like lightning and stood up. Shooting Salazar point bank between the eyes the guerrilla fell to the deck in a spasm. “Less than what I intended but okay.” Taking aim at Simon, Killjoy fired three rounds without question. A minor jolt at best Simon remained on his feet shaking his head. Bullet casings were crunched up and falling to his feet. Gala, Dyer, and Killjoy looked at Simon’s body and saw no blood, only torn flesh that healed up instantly.

“Christ! He’s a Terminator.” Dyer stepped back and slipped on blood to fall on his ass. “Don’t kill me!”

“You’re safe Dyer. Go take a seat in a deck chair.” Abandoning Gala and Killjoy the Coast Guard Chief crawled to a chair and did as he was instructed.

“What about us?” Alejandro held his palms out in front of him.

“How’s Emme doing?”

“Emme? How do you know about my daughter?”

“Simone says hi.” Reading Gala’s thoughts, the man admitted to her murder without being forced to. “I thought as much. Alejandro? I’m taking your empire, all your money, property, sources, everything.”

“To which case you need me.” Killjoy grinned! “I can make you even richer with my connections.”

“I already have your bank accounts moving elsewhere.” Luther at work! “Every manufacturer and every petty genius you have in your employ will be dealt with.”

“Still need me! I’m smart!”

“Ah! The retina scanners and fingerprint DNA approach.” Simon chuckled and altered his appearance right before Killjoy’s eyes. A perfect replica of Martin the arms dealer went expressionless. “As you can see, I can become you. Right down to blood type, fingerprints, the baby blues. Same for Gala or Dyer or Pearl!”

“Is Pearl dead?” Alejandra mumbled!

“No! He and Dyer are going to face charges. Unlike you, their hands aren’t bloody. They only served their own greed with the slaves. Yes, I know every gory detail. Including that you had Carlos Jimenez and the Cortez family killed.”

“What?” Simon knew the ladies had disobeyed him and came upstairs. Camila overhearing Simon’s admission looked haunted. “Carlos ... my family ... are dead?” She stormed past Boggs and the vomiting Captain Crannert and plucked up a pistol from the bloodied deck. Marching directly up to Gala, she aimed it at his head. “I demand the truth.”

Simon waved Boggs back and changed his appearance from Killjoy to his newly minted appearance resembling a mixture of James Bond actors. Connery favored but with Roger Moore and Timothy Dalton tidbits. Kelly bulged her eyes at the transformation. “I’m sorry about Kirby. A sniper took him out.” Kelly looked around him then out at the nearly submerged Bellarosa, its fires extinguishing to the Atlantic. Swallowing dryly Kelly sighed.

“I’m yours Colonel.” She told him in thought. “However, I can be of service name it.”

“We can talk after I finish up here.”

“TELL ME!” He heard Camila lose her composure. Distracted by Boggs, Simon miscalculated, and Gala snatched the gun from Camila. Killjoy jumping behind Gala they held the naked young woman hostage.

“Crannert! Start the Andromeda and weigh anchor. Whatever, whoever you are, I will kill Camila without hesitation. If you value her life, you will jump overboard and swim away.”

“Funny! That was my plan for you.” Mind control consuming him Gala released Camila who ran to Simon for protection, tears rolling down her face. “Forgive me Camila. I did know of the fate of Carlos and your parents. I knew if I told you too soon your emotions would have gotten you killed. I rather like your company.” She looked up into his eyes and melted. “I told you I would rescue you and see you happy. I am not done here. I want you to go with Kelly. Where’s Pearl, Boggs?”

“Tied up in the cabin. Once I collected the captain and filled him in, we made sure that Pearl wasn’t going to be a problem.”

“Take Dyer downstairs and restrain him too. Ivan? If you can get your stomach under control, I need you to do as Gala suggested. Weigh anchor and start this whale. You now work for me, and I’ll even make certain you have a benefit package.”

“You’re not going to kill me?”

“Why would I do that? You’ve been in the dark. I know you’re a good soul Ivan. Man, the wheel.” A nod led Ivan to head up to the control room. Waiting for Boggs to manhandle Kieron Dyer and haul him below, Simon told Camila, “Go with the Captain.” Peeling away from her savior the Cuban goddess scurried after the Skipper.

“Just get it over with.” Killjoy was tired of the stress. “You took Gala’s empire and by the sounds mine. Just finish us off.”

“Not until you boys swab the deck.”

“The deck?” Martin peered around at all the blood and bodies. “Gala? Where do you keep the mops?”

“Throw them overboard.”

At Simon’s direction Alejandro and Martin heaved one body after another into the sea until the deceased was buried. “Mops?” Martin once again asked. He was hoping for a reprieve. Gala was winded but started to point at a deck cubby when Simon went to the side of the yacht and looked down at the floating bodies.

“You won’t need the mops. I meant that deck.” He pointed at the Santa Pina still anchored two-hundred feet out. “If you can make it through dinner time, you’re both free to go.”

“WHAAAAT! I am not swimming with sharks.”

Limbs taken over Martin Killjoy and Alejandro Gala walked to the railing and climbed up on it. Simon to his credit made both men pinch their noses closed and jump. Splashing down Simon released their bodies to thrash in the saltwater amid blood and massive dorsal fins. “Good luck, Chums!” Chum they were swimming with!

Making an attempt to swim to the Santa Pina, Simon folded his arms over the rail and watched them get well over halfway before losing body parts. With no legs or arms to paddle with both men died in misery. He waited there for ten minutes before spotting Killjoy’s head floating to the surface. Gala was not that lucky. Full meal deal!

“Still proud of me Luther?”

“Always, Pop! You did what you felt was right.”

“It could have been worse.”

“Simon infested waters?”

“Something like that. Let’s head back to the Keys and make a call to that Detective Gomez. We’ll arrange a meet with her and turn over Dyer and Pearl. And let her rescue the slaves. Our job is done. I’ll pose as Gala until we get Emme set up and iron out his leftovers.”

“Camila?”

“Corazon is still out there. She’s not safe back in Cuba.”

“Giovanni?”

“Not my worry. I’ll let Gomez figure him out, we just leave breadcrumbs.”

“Boggs?”

“Traveling companion I think.”

“Camila could be one as well.”

“I’ll let her decide her fate. Either way we set her up for a better future.”

“Camila is behind us, Pop! She’s wearing the captain’s shirt.” Turning around Simon eyed her approach. “The worst is over. You can’t return to Cuba, a very bad man by the name of Corazon is still in power over there. We just took out his righthand man, he’ll be looking for answers. I don’t want those questions locating you.”

“You are my hero. I understand why you kept Carlos and my family from me. You are correct, I might have been in your way had I known. How did Carlos die?” She peered over the edge at the swarm of tiger sharks still feeding.

“You’re looking at it. Gala killed Carlos and fed him to the fish. Your parents were killed in Cuba. I’m guessing Corazon had a hand in that when they tracked your whereabouts. They likely got too close to exposing the slavery service. Again, I’m truly sorry for your losses.”

“I have nothing. No home, no income, no green card in the states.”

“I’ll use Gala’s money to buy you a future. A house, car, a green card. How you lead your life after that is on you. One favor...”

“Yes, I will sleep with you.”

“Generous, but no. Not that I don’t want to, I do. My life is on a constant move Camila. This yacht is my transportation for the foreseeable future.”

“Then I will call it home. Be your maid.”

“Are you cleaning up all that blood and brains?”

“If I must! Si!”

“I’ll help her.” Boggs showed up! “We owe you Colonel. If I have to, I’ll learn to navigate this crate, in case Crannert bails.” Engines roaring a speaker crackled to life.

“Key West?” Ivan asked!

“In a minute! There’s one more thing I need to do. Stand ready for my return.”

“Return?” Boggs looked queerly, “From where?”

Nudging both Boggs and Camila aside Simon Campos climbed over the rail and dove into the ocean. In a panic the ladies watched him plant his feet against the side of the Andromeda and launch himself off. Once in the water, with unbelievable speed Simon shot through the water like a torpedo. Striking the side of the Santa Pina with a loud crash Simon punctured the hull and made it larger with his hands. Nature took its course, and the boat began to sink. Sharks circling avoided Simon on his swim back, sonic pulses drove them away. Sinking the small boat Salazar and his men rode up on, Simon left the water and climbed up the boarding ladder. Water dripping from him, his hologram trunks had dissipated leaving a very sizeable penis wagging. Camila and Boggs both looked at one another then fanned their features.

“Minds out of my gutter.” He stood before them as his body instantly dried off, hair perfect, hologram trunks returning to the naked eye. “Better?” Both women shook their heads no. “Gutter!”

“So, Colonel! You just swam sixty miles per hour and punched a boat. You were Killjoy briefly. Exactly what are you?” Looking up at Ivan at the wheel looking down scratching his head Simon sighed! A second later he revealed himself in his true android form of white alloy and invincible wiring, polymer muscles and structure, his penis now a thick galvanized rod.

“Android body, human mind. I used to be a high paid assassin for the military. I won’t indulge further specifics for your protection. Just know that none of you need fear me. That includes you, Ivan.” A thumbs up Ivan tipped his captains cap and pointed East. Oddly enough West! As in Key West. Returning to his fleshly Simonized body the Colonel waved Ivan to get underway. “Get to cleaning ladies! Let’s not leave any red to be questioned.”

“What about you?” Boggs asked!

“Going downstairs and having a chat with the Bobsy Twins.”

“Main cabin!”

“I know! X-ray vision.”

“My tattoo! No wonder!”

“Love the blade scar too.” Left shoulder! It made Kelly Boggs smile. Nice!

On his way below deck Simon went to a closet for some real clothing. Dressed and sized to occupy Simon ventured into the bedroom where Camila had endured pleasant tortures. Dyer and Pearl lay on the mattress tied up and gagged. It was easy to tell that they were trying to escape.

“Comfy?”

Mumbles of “Fuck you!” were returned. Nodding over their disrespect Simon stood at the foot of the mattress. “This is how the rest of your lives go. I will be turning you over to the feds with a little help from a buddy of yours Pearl. There will be no get out of jail free card in my Monopoly game. You will confess to everything concerning the slaves in your possession, including everyone you have working for you and your fellows who used the girls for sex. You both go to prison, meet a new boyfriend or ten and understand exactly how those girls felt. Captivity! Hardship! Rape! You will tell the feds of Killjoy, the war at sea, Gala and the Captain’s bravery in getting you to dry land. Everyone on board died but Gala, you two and Ivan. What you will not mention is me. Camila, and Boggs were arm candy to you boys on a sea leg vacation until things went awry. I will make you forget our parts in this high seize adventure to protect what is mine. Namely my new friends! Rest well, Gentlemen! I’ll release you at port to accomplish your part. I will lead those good in your city to rescue the slaves and burn your operation to the ground.”