“Charles. My man. Are you coming up soon?” Panic edged Pete’s voice. “Or are you going to spend all night down there?” Charles saw something move in the corner of his eye.
This job was not supposed to be rushed. He was supposed to have an hour to secure the package and escape. He finished one bolt and quickly and precisely grabbed another out of a pouch on the side of his dive suit. They could not afford to screw up this operation. They had worked on this all summer. This ship can not make it to it’s destination, Charles thought.
A quiet roar started to come from the back of the ship. Charles eyes grew wide, and he worked furiously. The ship started to move. All night, he thought.
Pete was yelling. Charles ignored him. Charles had learned that the best thing you could do with Pete was ignore him sometimes.
He tucked the back of his suit belt under the last loose corner of the package, and drilled in the last bolt. He took a deep breath and switched air tanks, letting the empty one fall to the ocean floor. It was going to be a long night.