The night sea was tumultuous, with the cargo ship heading into the deep, bobbing up and down.
The pitch darkness of the night was cleaved by streaks of lightning, and the thunderous roars frightened the hearts of those who heard them.
An Yan glanced at the button on the control panel, "I'll count to three, and if you don't let him go, I'll kill you right here."
Michael laughed wickedly, "Sure, I'll release him. But are you certain you can get away?"
"Cut the crap, send him over to the ship and leave."
Michael picked up the intercom, "Clear out, I'm releasing the man from the mast."
The mercenaries on deck all heightened their alertness, aiming their heavy weapons at the cockpit.
An Yan tilted her chin up, "Get out."
Michael, with a bleeding hand, said, "Ouch, that really hurts. Won't you bandage me up? If I die, you two will have no chance of escaping."
An Yan fired directly at his other wrist.
Michael cursed, "Fuck! If I die, you're dead too!"
