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"And now we're here," she replied, finishing her story. When she turned back to glance at her friend, she found her eyes closed and her chest raising and lowering in even breaths. "Of course, you'd fall asleep. I never realized my voice was that boring before."

Should she sneak out and try to find out what was going on? Logan would be furious, but she couldn't stay here any longer and not find another way to help. She'd stay for a few more minutes and make sure that Darla was stable and then run out quickly and be back before she woke up. The pain meds should keep her out for a few hours at least. Minimal noise as she doesn't snore thankfully. She was more like a kitten purring than anything. No one should hear her.

Tamara put her ear up against the door and listened, waiting for any sound that might alert her to someone's presence. After a few minutes in the clear, she quietly opened the door and cringed when it creaked. Looking back to the bed, she was pleased to see Darla out like a light. She stepped out the door and shut it behind her, then swore quietly as she patted her pockets.

She forgot that it wasn't their room and as such, didn't have a key for it like the boys did. "Damn it." Now she had no choice but to track them down and hope like hell no one found her. The boys didn't fill her in on the plan, but if she knew anything about hostages and bad guys, she was certain that they'd take the people to the biggest rooms on the ship—the dining halls.

And if she knew her new husband any, that's exactly where he'd start and then work his way up to the big boys. Once the big kahuna's realize that no one is coming to their rescue, they tend to cave pretty quickly. They aren't as brave as their men often think they are.

Taking the stairs, she raced towards the closest dining room, being ever mindful of each corner and crevice someone could be hiding. The last thing she needed was to run into someone and startle them.

At the end of the hall she skidded to a halt before peering around the corner. It was empty. Tamara pressed her lips together and placed her hands on her hips. That wasn't something she expected. She stared at the door, contemplating on whether she should open it. There was no telling what was behind it.

The only other door was the employee entrance off to the side and even that was a bit risky. But if there was no one guarding the doors is it possible that no one was inside and her guess was wrong? Tamara walked over to the door and pressed her ear up against it. Murmured cries of anguish filtered through the door.

Grabbing the handle, she gently tugged on the door, but it didn't budge. They must have locked it from the inside. Not wanting to draw more attention to herself, she decided not to give it a harder tug.

Leaning forward, she tried to peek through the crack between the double doors and caught a tiny glimpse of people moving around inside. She couldn't tell what was going on through. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps down the hall made her jump. Tamara glanced around frantically looking for a place to hide, but found nothing; her heart pounding rapidly.

Only place to go was up the stairs and even then she didn't know what she'd find. What if someone was coming down while she went up? Well, she didn't have much time to decide and knew it was her only option. At least until she knew who it was.

Tamara took the stairs until she reached the first platform and then went up a few more stairs to be out of the person's line of sight. But just as she did that, footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs. "Crap," she muttered. Just her luck.

There wasn't anywhere she could go. Both individuals were closing in on her. Her palms grew sweaty and her heart kicked up another notch. She didn't like this. It made her feel like she was a deer caught in the headlights. If she could have one super power in the world, she would love to be made invisible right about now. Blend into the wall and be able to watch all the action instead of being caught in it.

Mind you, she liked action in more ways than one, but usually she was armed with a whip or a gun and felt more confident because of them. Here she was like a fish out of water, had nothing that made her feel comfortable. And now she was stuck with trying to figure out who was the worst enemy, the one above or the one below.

As soon as the figured out what stairwell he was coming down, she went the opposite and hoped she could time it just right to miss him. But it wasn't enough. "Hey you!" a deep gravelly yelled, "Stop!"

"Hell no!" she retorted and bolted up the stairs with both men in hot pursuit. They were on the radios, saying they found another passenger, and that two men were missing from their post. That wasn't good. That meant they would be on alert from this point forward. If she could knock out one of the men, she could grab their radio and at least be in on their plans.

The man hit the landing at the same time she did and aimed his gun in her direction just as she turned to run. "Don't make me shoot!"

Tamara raised her hands and turned around. "I didn't do anything, honest."

"Come with me."

Undoing a button of her shirt, she revealed her cleavage and ran a hand across it as she walked towards him. "Are you going to take me somewhere to have some fun?"

His lust-filled gaze travelled down her body and back up again as he licked his chapped lips and his gun wavered slightly before steadying it again. "Follow me to the dining room, please."

Again, she lowered another button, revealing a black lace bra underneath. "I promise it will be worth your while."

"No tricky stuff?" he warned.

"I promise, cross my heart," she replied, making an x across her chest with her index finger, as she wandered closer to him. When she was only a foot away, she ran a finger over the top of his gun. "Pretty piece."

"Come on, I know where we can go," he said, taking her by the arm as he slipped his weapon into the holster. He obviously hasn't seen much action lately by the way he was gripping her arm and pulling her alongside him. Tamara surmised that he was also a few years younger than she was. And by the silly grin on his face, she couldn't help but wonder if he was a virgin. There couldn't be that many women in their line of work, was there?

"I hope it's not far," she purred into his ear.

"Just around the corner."

He pulled her into the washroom and locked the door, pressing her up against it as he started giving her sloppy kisses just under her ear and along her neck. As much as she didn't want to, she let him run his free hand along her body, brushing her breasts. She fought hard not to shake with anger and react right away, but she needed him to let more of his guard down, more specifically his weapon.

"If you put your gun down, you can use two hands, lover-boy."

Sucking in a breath, she reached out and squeezed the front of his pants before letting go. In apparent shock or disbelief, the weapon hit the floor. He grabbed the waist of her pants and gave them a quick tug down to her knees. Shoot. She thought he'd go for her top first. Instead, he was already pulling out his cock and rubbing it up against her parts.

"Don't you wanna slow down and have some fun." she asked, pressing slightly against his chest trying to get him to move back, but he was stronger than he looked. And it worried her slightly as she didn't plan on going through with it.

"Why don't you stand back and let me suck you," she offered.

That made him pause. "Like a blow job?"

She let a fake sexy smile spread across her face. "What else is there?"

Pulling up her pants, she got down on her knees, trying desperately not to smirk while her mind was already racing at the idea of what she was about to do. He wasn't going to want more action any time soon.

She closed her hand around his cock. "Just close your eyes and relax." She had to be born in the wrong time or something. She'd make the perfect female assassin in like Japan or something. The man reluctantly closed his eyes and to help relax him, she pumped her hand up and down a few times. He groaned.

When she felt he was fully immersed in the experience, she pulled her right arm back and made a fist, digging her nails into her palm. And then with all the strength she could muster, she swung hard. Her knuckles rammed into his cock, dropping the man to his knees. Not wasting another second, she grabbed the gun and hit him across the head with it. He stopped moving. Some men were far too easy to trick.

Tamara stared down at his body as she straightened her clothes, shifting the gun from hand to hand in the process. She really didn't know what to do with him now. She either had to find a way to tie him up or shoot him. The first option was a no go as she didn't have any rope, and the second could put her in legal hot water.

But, she was left with little recourse. She drew in a sharp shaky breath as she pulled the trigger.