Day Three
The tanker continued its voyage across the sea, and once again the men met to determine their fate. After the calm of yesterday, everyone seemed to be more at ease. Their weapons were drawn, but they were not nearly as tense.
But the votes were rattled off, and Quintus.JC was the clear winner, and he knew it. His weapon raised, and he looked at the men who voted for him and prepared to fire, but suddenly he dropped to the floor.
A spray of gunfire barely missed him, and he returned fire. Several of the crew jumped out of the way, but several were hit with bullets. Quintus looked around to see if he had any allies; but no one came to his rescue. So much for camaraderie.
"You were my friends..." He said, but a bullet tore through his chest, stopping his heart and knocking the wind out of him. His weapon dropped out of his lifeless hands.
The others escaped with some bullet wounds, but they did have a surgeon on board, and the rest were treated and bandaged up. The night would be a painful but uneventful one.
Night Three
No one stirred, and whatever traitorous element remained kept quiet and blended in with the others.
Begin Day Four.
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