At Your Service (Book Two)

Chapter 3: Escape

"Hey!" Tom spoke through the earpiece. "I heard gunshots. Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah," With no time to open the interesting envelope, Swift slipped it into his jacket's inner pocket. "Yeah, I'm fine, Tom."

"Did you find Rocket?"

Swift walked out of the suite, "Yeah. It got a little hairy. He's trying to escape."

"Escape?" That's when Tom, now below the back deck, heard a motorboat engine starting nearby, somewhere on the other side of the yacht. He then sees a motorboat speeding away from the yacht, on it was Rocket, fleeing. "Nevermind, I can see that!" He pulled out his pistol, sending a few bullets at the boat.

Swift exits the cabin back to the outdoor lounge. Another gunman went to confront him, immediately opening fire at him. Seeing another guard shooting at him, he launched himself and dove behind a couch, bullets digging into the couch's fabric. He slid across the floor, the half of his body emerging at the other side where he got a clear view of the guard shooting blindly.

With the gun in hand, Swift shoots the guard through the head in perfect precision, the machine gun and a radio falling out of the man's dead body. Swift got up and ran to where he saw Rocket escape the yacht. Looking out to the coast, he saw Rocket fleeing in a motorboat, a sight that made him have a peeved look.

He noticed the radio that the dead guard dropped and went to pick it up. "Chickening out already?" He said, knowing Rocket was in the same line.

"Nah," Rocket makes a sly grin. "Just playing safe." He said.

Swift's eyebrows narrowed, puzzled by the baffling yet threatening taunt. His ears were suddenly disoriented by the loud sound of helicopter blades spinning, an intense gust of wind caused by it that made his hair blow in the wind. He turned around to see an expensive helicopter flying close to the yacht. The side door of it opened, revealing another one of Rocket's suited henchmen.

On the side of the helicopter, an M134 minigun was mounted that is armed and ready to fire at Swift, who tensed at the sight of the powerful, military-grade weapon. The henchman spools up the heavy gun, the barrel spinning intensely. Out of reflex, Swift ran back and ducked behind the couch as the minigun started to unleash hundreds of bullets at him.

Screw that. Swift didn't want to risk his own life to try if his jacket was enough to shield him from the bullets. He knew the minigun would overheat not long after. So he waited, his eardrums ruptured by the unstopped sound of the minigun. Soon enough, the minigun stopped firing and the spinning barrel slowed down.

"What was that?!" Tom heard the minigun.

Swift took the time window to stick his pistol-holding hand out from behind the couch, blindly firing at the helicopter. His luck guided his aim to eventually hit the helicopter pilot. Realizing his magazine is emptied, he peeked out, seeing the blood splatter on the helicopter's cockpit window.

He jerked his head celebratively at his lucky aim. Then he realized his accidental shot wasn't as lucky after all. The pilot's dead body leaned to the left, his thigh pushing the control stick sideways in the yacht's direction.

"Uh oh." Swift noticed the helicopter uncontrollably swerving to the side, specifically in his direction. The gunman in the same helicopter panics. Swift immediately made a run for the boat's edge. "Tom! Tell me you're in position!" He pleaded.

"I'm here! Where the hell are you?!" Tom shouted back.

Swift looked over the railing for a second to see Tom in the boat below, then jumped over it without any more hesitations. His fall on the boat almost startled Tom, but what startled him completely is the explosion above, on the yacht. The helicopter crashes, destroying half of the back deck and setting it ablaze. Something that people on other boats nearby wouldn't ignore.