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end up locked in a dungeon on some prison island. And I’ve already been there, done that. So no

thank you, OK? Leave me out of whatever war you’re cooking up.”

“You’re the one who said you weren’t done last night.”

“Yeah, and you’re the one who said you were and wanted to die. But guess what? The light of day

brings clarity and I just came to my senses.”

“You mean you lost your nerve.”

“Fuck you. Do you want me to program a fucking course to this island, or not?”

He huffs. Sits down on the seat off to my left. “Do you know how?”

“Please,” I say. “I can’t drive a car to save my life but I sure as hell know how to navigate a boat.”

He stares at me for a moment. Probably trying to decide if our argument is over. But then he looks

away and runs his fingers through his hair. It’s a nervous habit. He’s done it several times since I

woke up last night. “How long will it take to get there? What’s the security like? Will they see us

approach? And what kind of response can I expect?”

“Are you invading?”

“Can you just answer my questions?”

“I dunno,” I say, looking back at the screen to plot a course. “About four hours, maybe? Depending

on wave height. It’s just a little building in the center of the island. That’s all. And the security is…

just regular security. Biometrics. You know.”

“Iris scan? Palm prints? What? What kind of security?”

“Y-yeah,” I stutter. “That. They have that. And… there’s no windows. But there’s cameras at the

door.”

“Then how do we get in, genius?”

“I have a hand and an eyeball,” I scoff.

“So you have clearance?”

“Yup. I do.”

“And you can find this place?”

“Do you, or do you not see me sitting here at a fucking navigation screen? It’s called GPS.”

“And you just happen to know those off hand?”

“Oh, my God.” I close my eyes and shake my head. Then open them again and point to the nav

screen. “This is the island. Watch this.” I click on it and the global positioning coordinates pop up in