Re: Into the (cold, Wet)Dark
Dave looks at Mariuzs and shakes his head. " Thanks for the thought, but I need to stay away from shiny things that might catch a flicker of light. And I'll stick with grease scraped off the engines, it will be darker than lard, and not so much smell." He gives a theatrical shiver, " I don't want any watch dogs thinking I'm a giant pork chop."
He makes a last equipment check, seeing that the SCUBA gear is working, and the bombs and grenades are as water proofed as possible. "Give me at least twenty minutes to get there" he says. "When I hear the ambush going off, I'll take out the tank, and meet ya'll at the rondevouz."
He slides off the transom into the water, goes under and comes back up. He hyperventilates a few breaths and looks up at the deck. "Hasta la vista, baby," he says, looking at Anneka. He exhales and sinks under the water.
Worried about the trail of air bubbles, he doesn't use the SCUBA gear. He swims as far as he can hold his breath, then surfaces with just his eyes and nose above water. He looks around to get his bearings and catch a breath, then go under again. If it looks like there's too much light, either from the moon or man made, he'll use the scuba to breath. Dave will try to stick close to the bank, hoping for shadows and any noises made will be mistaken for wildlife or fish.
Stoner
in the river
MP-5, silenced, 1 magazine
bayonet
2 AT grenades
2 homemade bombs
praying as he swims