CONCLUSION - GHOST SHIP The small yacht slowly rose and fell in time with the calm sea. The night sky was crystal clear, not a cloud anywhere, yet completely dark as a result of the new moon. Cynthia leaned over the bow railing with her infrared goggles pressed to her face. She picked up the ship just on the horizon, they were positioned just right. "She's almost ready" Christina Roberts spoke barely audible over the breeze. Cynthia nodded and went below. Jocelyn Smith a twenty-nine- year-old brunette was lying in the hot tub. She was dressed in a shredded evening dress and she was covered head to toe in ice. Beth inserted the thermometer into her mouth and checked her temperature. "How are you feeling?" Cynthia asked. "I'm frickin cold, how do you think I'm feeling?" Jocelyn chattered. "How cold?" Cynthia asked laughing. "Sixty-seven degrees." Beth reported. "About the temperature you'd expect for some one who's been in the water for a while. Ready for your swim?" "Ready." Beth and Christina helped her out of the tub and up on to the deck. Cynthia inflated the rubber life raft and threw it overboard. Jocelyn stepped down the ladder and held onto the raft. "They should be here in about forty minutes. Remember to puncture the raft before they get here. When you see the first flash, that's the sign. See you in a couple of days." Christina started the engine and they drove off slowly into the night. Jocelyn floated silently waiting for the ship to arrive. The red beacon flashing every five seconds. "Captain. I got something in the water ahead. Appears to be a distress beacon." The First Officer announced. "We'd better steer clear. Go ahead and radio it in, we'll get Coast Guard out here to check it out." The First Officer went back to the radio room. "Hey Will, get on the Guard Channel, we got a beacon off the Starboard Bow." Will tuned the dial on the radio to Guard Channel, but all he got was static. "That's strange, I can't raise anyone." "Try another channel." "Nothing, must be some kind of interference. Better let the captain know." Will pulled the cover off the radio and got his equipment out of the drawer. "What is it?" The captain barked. The captain was in his mid- forties, a Navy Veteran. He was six-foot-two with a semi-muscular build and a gruff attitude. "The radio's acting up on us again. Nothing on any channel." "Keep working on it." "Yes Sir" Will barked back and continued to work on the radio. Most of the men on board were Navy Vets. The Company felt more secure knowing most of the men had seen combat. Carrying seventeen billion in receipts could be a dangerous job. "Sir, There appears to be a female body in the water. She's not moving." "Let's bring her in and get the Doc up here." "Captain, may I remind you that we're not supposed to bring anyone on board." "I am aware of the that Tom. What do you want me to do? We can't use the secondary system, it'd light us up like a Christmas Tree. The whole point of being stealthy is to not be seen. Besides, what's one unconscious woman going to do to us anyway." "I just think we should be careful, that's all" "Look, no one knows where we are so I doubt she's drowning out there intentionally. If you feel so strongly about it, you can keep an eye on her. Assuming she's alive." The doctor was a young blonde man in his mid-twenties. He watched nervously as they raised Jocelyn up on a stretcher. Her skin was pale and bluish. She was breathing very slowly but at least she was breathing. The Captain and Tom looked on from the bridge railing as the doctor checked her out. He and the other corpsman wheeled her aft to take her to sick bay. The corpsman looked on as Fred touched the stethoscope to her naked chest. He checked her breathing and suddenly stopped. "That's odd" He muttered to himself. He began to check again. "Hey Doc, Captain wants an update." Tom peeked through the door. "OK, just as soon as I figure out what this…" Jocelyn jolted awake taking a huge gasp of air. "Hey, calm down, you're safe." Fred grabbed her arms. "You were floating out there for a couple of days. Do you remember what happened?" "No" Jocelyn said looking very disoriented. "Where am I?" "Unfortunately, I can't tell you that." "What? Why?" "All I can say is that you're onboard a special transport. I'm gonna bring you some clothes and some food and we'll get you some quarters, but I'm afraid you'll have to stay in there until we get where we're going. Alright?" "OK" She smiled at him. "Thank you for saving me." "You're welcome." He felt a warm sensation in his ears and tried his best to be professional. "Now do you remember anything? Were you with anyone?" He smiled back, suddenly becoming aware of how attractive she was. The corpsman returned with a tray of food and a T-shirt. "Sorry this is the best I can do for right now." He handed her the white T-shirt and she put it on. It covered her down to her upper thighs. "Thanks. I'm sorry, but I don't remember anything. Do you think my memory will come back?" She sat back on the bed to eat making sure the T-shirt rode high enough to expose her crotch. The Doc should be easy, she thought, but the First Officer was going to be tough. "In a situation like this it is common for…" "Doc. A word, Now!" Tom barked. "What is it? Fred asked quietly, so she couldn't hear." "What's the story?" "I'm was trying to figure that out, if you'll stop interrupting me. She's obviously been in the water for a while. She doesn't remember what happened." "Do you believe her?" "I don't see any evidence to support anything other than what I told you, but I did…" Jocelyn knocked the tray off as she fell to the floor. Fred and Tom ran over to help her back up. "Maybe you should rest a little more, you've had a traumatic experience. Let me help you to your quarters." "OK" She answered weakly. "Well keep me informed." Tom whispered in his ear then walked out. Jocelyn plopped down onto the bed. "If you need anything call for me." Fred walked out closing the door behind him. As soon as she felt it was safe, she sat up and began to plot the layout of the ship from memory on the notepad beside her bed. A couple of hours later there was a knock at the door. "Come in" Tom walked in and sat in the chair. "You must be Tom." She flirted. "The Engineer tells me you've been hanging around the Engine Room. You were told to stay here. I leave a standing order, you better obey it. We could have left you out there." "Well thank you for not letting me drown." Trying to flirt again. Tom was not impressed. She sunk back onto the mattress, disappointed she couldn't get him. "Stay here. I won't say it again and I will be watching." He said sternly and walked out. TWO DAYS LATER: FIFTEEN MILES FROM LITTLE CAYMEN Jocelyn had been cooped up in the cabin for two days. She was only allowed out to eat and get a little exercise. Her map as complete as she could get it. She had mapped the location to the engine room and the First Officers cabin. She had some more sketchy details from what she able to squeeze out of the Doc. It was twilight and it was going to be another clear, dark evening. Since they were in reach of land, the captain had ordered deck patrols. Two armed guards now occupied the crow's nest and there were two on the bow and two on the stern. The captain had just gone off duty for the night. Tom was in his quarters resting. The bridge was manned by the helmsman and Will the radio officer, who was still trying to get the radio fixed. Everything was normal. The clock on her nightstand read 11:00. She heard the loud bang and saw the first firework flash across the sky. She punched Fred's number on the intercom. "Doctor, I have a strange pain in my chest." "I'll be right there." Jocelyn stripped naked and laid back on the bed. Fred knocked on the door. "Come in" He opened the door and then closed it halfway. "I'm sorry" "It's OK, I'm sure you've seen a thousand bodies." She began stroking her breasts with her hand. "What is the problem?" "I have a pain here." Pointing to the center of her chest. "Let me have a look." He knelt down on the bed and started listening with the stethoscope. "I have been meaning to ask you about this. You seem to have something metallic implanted in your breasts. I can't figure out what they could be for." "Well, they're the latest in biotechnology. You see you never would have let me onboard if I had been carrying anything, so we had them implanted. I control them with nerve impulses, like this." Two short blasts of blue gas shot from her nipples. Fred gasped a few times then passed out on the bed. Jocelyn ran to the door. "Help, something's happened to the doctor." The guard rushed over to him. "What happened to him?" "He passed out." "How?" She walked up behind him, triggering the implants again. "I gassed him." The guard got a whiff of the gas then collapsed onto the doctor. Jocelyn put the T-shirt back on, locked the door from the inside and made her way towards the Engine Room. The men on deck watched the fireworks display. The island celebration had just gotten underway, with any luck they would be able to enjoy some of it when were done with this trip. "It looks like they went all out this year." One exploded high above them, then another. The last one was much lower and popped. "Dud" "That was…" He let out a moan and slumped over the railing. The rest of the guards fell slowly to the deck. Jenna yanked the cords to spill off the rest of the lift as she landed silently on the deck behind the bridge. Beth and Christina landed at the back. They quickly unhooked their parachutes and went below. The helmsman saw the guards go down and was about to buzz the captain, when Jenna entered the bridge. Will got up to meet her. "Don't bother." She said muffled through her respirator. She pulled out her aerosol can and sprayed him, then turned it on the helmsman. The pink gas billowed into their faces. They were out in seconds. Tom was sound asleep and snoring as Jocelyn made her way over towards the bed. She pulled the covers back and was delighted to find he slept in the nude. She stoked his cock lightly trying not to wake him up. He wiggled a little. She waited for him to stop then continued. After a few seconds, she had him stiff. She stripped her T-shirt off and climbed on top of him. She lowered herself down onto his hard-on and started to ride. Tom stirred a little, then woke up. "What are you doing?" She had him pinned for the moment, but it wouldn't last long. "I just wanted to let you know, that your suspicions about me were correct and that I saved my last dose you." She cupped her hands underneath her breasts and triggered her implants for the last time. The sustained blasts made him light headed and he started to go under. She leaned forward and kissed him, then he blacked out. Beth and Christina navigated through the bodies. Jocelyn had already knocked out everyone in the Engine Room. Christina cut the engines from the main console. And worked their way forward gassing anyone who was still conscious. The captain knew something was wrong when he felt the engines stop. He pulled on his pants made his way towards the bridge. He opened the door to find his crew unconscious on the floor. "You must be the Captain" He felt a prick in his arm and turned to see who it was. He was already becoming aroused. "I'm Jenna. I'm going to ask you some questions." She pressed her body against him and whispered in his ear. "I know you want to fuck me, answer my questions and you can have anything you want." She unzipped the front of her catsuit exposing her breasts. He started to feel her up as she rubbed her body against him. His breathing became more rapid as the drug kicked in. She kept pushing him away as he tried to kiss her. "Answers first." She bit his ear softly. "The combination to the hold please." "It won't work without the other half." "Tom was much easier to break." "Shit" He realized it was about over, he couldn't resist anymore. "OK" He whispered the code in her ear. She pulled him in closer. "See how easy that was. Now your reward." She pulled his cock out of his pants and massaged it with her hand. She knelt down and surrounded his cock with her breasts. He continued to thrust into her breasts. He stumbled back a little as he absorbed the anesthetic oil she had rubbed on herself, but he was strong enough to keep going. With one final thrust, he exploded all over her chest, then collapsed. "We're all secure" Beth reported, looking stunned. "Jenna, did you let him…" "I was feeling benevolent today. It's not everyday you get seventeen billion dollars." She cleaned herself up and went over to the radio. The interference was gone now that they had quit jamming. Jenna dialed their frequency and radioed the yacht. She scribbled the combination on a tablet and handed it to Beth. "Here you go." Cynthia looked on as the girls off-loaded the money onto the yacht. She yawned and checked her watch. They would comfortable for a long time, although the laundering might take some time. Maybe she would retire, but then it was never about the money.