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LOOKING down at the man beneath him, Mitch located a single gunshot to the head blood seeping from the bullet wound, he slowly backed away from Ronnies limp body stumbling into a standing position.
He met her gaze about to say something when she spoke, "the bomb- we've gotta get the bomb." she brushed past him trying to reach the upper deck as quickly as possible.
The bomb had been tucked away in the large crate Ronnie had been carrying on his back, as Margo moved to pick it up, she realized it was far lighter than she'd earlier anticipated, "get the wheel, we need to put distance between the bomb and the fleet." she called out, Mitch came up the steps rushing past her his hands finding the steering wheel of the boat with ease, he immediately reeved the engine turning the wheel beneath his hands as he did so.
Margo gripped the thing closest to her as the boat lurched in its process of changing direction, with only four minutes left on the bomb, the two of them had finally realized they wouldn't be making it off alive, that the last faces they were going to see were each others. In that moment, Margo didn't hate him all that much, if anything, it was a comfort of sorts to know she would be dying with someone she didn't know all that well, because then she wouldn't have to feel like her entire world was slipping away right in front of her.
Mitch seemed to be giving in to this realization as he stared dead ahead at the water that seemed to stretch for miles- which it did- he kept the boat going though, out of sheer hope that if they got far enough the fleet wouldn't be destroyed, that all they would get was the brunt force of the wave that would follow the explosion.
It was Stan's voice over the radio that drew them back to the reality of the situation, that they were, indeed, still alive and breathing with only a few minutes remaining on their count down. "Rapp!" Mitch glanced up into the sky to gaze upon the helicopter hovering above them.
"Can you hear me? Pick up the radio! Throw the bomb overboard!" Margo turned to watch as Mitch picked up the radio turning it over in his hand before speaking, "No way, sir, I gotta get us further away from the fleet!" he exclaimed his voice filled with panic as the words left his lips.
"Rapp!" Stan spoke his voice stern as he continued, "for once in your life, take a goddamn order! The sixth fleet is about to blow the two of you to hell!" Mitch met Margo's gaze asking her if she thought it was a trusty plan. She didn't respond instead picking up the large crate, his eyes followed her as she moved to the side of the boat.
Stan leaned over the edge of the helicopter helping one of the passengers- a professional in the field- to lower a cable down for them, Mitch reached up to grab it having completely given up on steering the boat, he watched as Margo shoved the bomb overboard the girl barely turning to face him, he gestured for her to come closer, when she didn't move towards him he caught a dimming glint in her eyes, one that said she was done following orders.
