Project Rescue - A Shifter Novel (NaNoWriMo19)
Chapter 6 - Another night in hell?

Recap

He picked up his gun, looking through the sight. I saw his hand getting ready to pull the trigger. I had my guns up faster than he could blink. “I have two, want to play?”

He put his gun back down as everyone but I took a deep breath. I was calm, too calm. But, I wasn’t falling apart because of some fucker who thinks he’s God’s gift to women. He probably had to rape women to get any pleasure out of it. We would need to lose them when we got off the boats. Good thing I was a master of hiding.

I stayed awake for the rest of the night, happy I slept during the later hours of the afternoon. You see, Daisy was asleep. I was watching as the guys were looking for anything to put in their ears. It was the funniest sight I think I’ve ever seen.

Tiny snorted. “And they think I’m dumb. I was smart enough to sleep when she was awake.” Tiny pointed at Daisy.

I shook my head at him, watching the shore-line. I kept seeing a jaguar every so often. I couldn’t tell if it was the real deal or a shifter, not with the blasted contacts in. They needed to be cleaned and I couldn’t, not with everyone around. I would have to pick a time when I could or I wouldn’t be able to see later.

As I was turning back around, I saw Bobby getting ready to shake Daisy. Now, I could have let her break his jaw, but I didn’t want to stick my hands in his mouth, not tonight. I pulled my blade and threw it into the railing above his head, causing him to jerk and look at me with frightened eyes.

“Why would you throw your blade at me?” He asked, eyes wide.

“I don’t want to set another broken jaw. If you would have shaken her she would have broken yours like she broke the flight attendants on our flight,” I explained to him.

His mouth was hanging open before he snapped it closed. “Thanks, I think.”

“You’re welcome,” I answered cheekily as I walked over and grabbed my blade from the railing.

The captain cut his eyes over to me, trying hard not to laugh. “You, loco, senorita.”

I shrugged my shoulders, pulling out my whetstone, and got to work on my blades.

The rest of the night consisted of the guys grumbling and trying to replace a way to sleep to get the least amount of Daisy’s snoring - not that it worked.

I had turned to look at the shoreline again and caught the eyes of a big cat. I heard a slide and the rack of one of the hunter’s guns. I threw my blade between the guys' legs as he balanced on the bottom of the boat on his knees. “You can’t hunt from the boat, you idiot!”

“I damn sure can,” he yelled, standing back up.

The boat captain shook his head no. “No, can do.”

The guy huffed, putting his rifle down.

“Well, aren’t you going to eject the shell and put your gun on safety. I, for one, don’t want an unsafe gun to go off around me. I’m sure no one else does either,” I remarked.

“Are your guns on safety, little missy?”

“Yes, they are. They also don’t have one in the tube,” I explained. “Not that it would take me but a second to fix that problem.”

He turned his back but I knew he was mad and would stay mad the rest of the way there, if not beyond that. I was seriously going to need to talk to our crew. I didn’t trust him, any of them. I came a long way not to be killed and I couldn’t have this fucker trying it.

I read up on the Amazon. I found out a small cut could cause death if it wasn’t treated quickly and I was sure a bullet wound would be worse. I probably wouldn’t die from a cut but I wasn’t taking any chances. I had to get this paperwork to the right people. My life depended on it.

Our group was awake and I got everyone to sit in a small circle. “We are going to need to be hypervigilant for those assholes. I know they are going to come after me as soon as we get to shore,” I turned to Greg, “Is there anyone meeting us when we dock?”

“Yes,” he quietly said. “We have a local guide who will be there and will be staying with us the whole time. They don’t want the visitors to hurt themselves.”

“I hope they have someone too,” I murmured.

The boat captain turned his head to our group and softly said, “Yes, they do.”

I did a double-take. How in the hell did he hear us, then I knew - he’s a shifter too. He gave a quick nod. I turned back around and the rest of our group was staring at me with a ‘what’ expression. “The captain nodded his head when I said something about hoping they had a guide too. He has a hearing aid implanted,” I explained, trying not to wince at the lie.

“So, we need to get behind or before them, right?” Daisy asked. “Or is it just you?”

I winced. “Me. I can get around them. They would never hear me or see me. I’m a lot quieter than they are. They sound like a herd of buffalo moving. Don’t worry about me replaceing you either, I can track anything. Believe me, I was put to the test on many occasions.” The guys looked shocked. “Daisy, you have my permission to tell them later, okay?”

Daisy nodded her head.

“So, you’re going to get off the boat first, grab your stuff and track us later?” Greg asked with a confused expression.

I nodded my head. I couldn’t answer anymore. The captain had throttled down the motor and it was easier to hear now.

The captain had stopped the boat, grabbing for his handheld walkie. “Complir con ellos antes, problema.” He waited for an answer, we couldn’t hear. “Yes, hoy.” He waited again. “Bien.”

I was listening to what both parties were saying, knowing the captain knew I was listening in. When he finished his conversation, he turned and nodded his head at me.

“We are going...”