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Within ten minutes, the Gulfstream G650 was heading for Saint Vincent and the Grenadines. At a top speed of 610 miles per hour, we were going to be over our target within three and a half hours.

I knew it was going to be the longest three and a half hours of my life.

Johnny ran through the details during our flight. “Eve was right, we’re going to have to go out the aft baggage area. We can access it from inside the plane, so we’re good.”

“Why can’t we just go out the door?” I asked.

“Don’t want to get sucked into the engines,” Johnny explained. “Or bash your head on the wing and get knocked out.”

“Oh.”

“Do we have intel on the boat?” Leo asked. “I mean, what are we looking at here?”

“Eve?” I said.

The television monitor in front of us lit up with white letters on a back background. She had commandeered the plane’s internet connection long before we took off.

It’s a custom-built mega-yacht, 300 feet in length. I’m keeping track of it via satellite – you’ll be able to parachute within a