Date: Sun, 3 Feb 2013 22:06:00 +0000
From: robert goater <winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: M/V Jean Peterson. Part 14

Pirate attack and change of crew.
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Scott and Andrew were sleeping after having joined together in love an
hour before. Suddenly and for no reason that he knew Scott woke with a
start and sat up. He was sweating.
"What's wrong Scott?"
"I don't know, but something is. He picked the phone up.
"Bridge." It was Freddy.
"Freddy is it all quiet?"
"Yes skip. We have four on radar including O2 and all ok. No other
contacts."
"Check again Freddy please." He waited.
"All ok skip. What's wrong?"
"Don't know Freddy, just a feeling. Sorry to bother you." He laid back
against the head board. Andrew sat up with him.
"Any better?" Andrew was looking at Scott and knew he wasn't.
"No and the fucker is I don't know why."
"Trust your judgment Scott, go to the bridge." Scott shot out of bed and
was on the bridge in two minutes.
"Sorry Freddy, but I have got a bad feeling."
"Do you have the ship skip?"
"No, I will just stay a while." But as long as he did the feeling would
not go away. He went to the radar screen and the camera screen, nothing.
"Fuck it, yes Freddy I have the ship." He picked the mike up. "Robin and
Simon to the bridge please." It was some time before they told him just
how inconvenient that call was!
They arrived together.
"Look guys I want JP1 up and JP2 started up, I don't know why, but I
think there is a problem."
"Ok skip." And they were gone.
"Maybe i'm loosing it Freddy, just watch that radar like a hawk.
"JP1 up skip."
"Ok go up 200 and keep doing 360's,"
"JP2 started up skip."
"Ok, stay there for now."
"How far are those ships away Freddy?"
"Nearest O2 ,the next 4 miles, one at 8 miles, furthest 10."
"And they are still following the same course and speed?"
"Yes skip."
Almost as soon as he said that Robin called out,
"Three contacts 12 o,clock at three miles!" Scott sounded the alarm.
Simon took off and hovered in his position off the port side. He came up
and sat next to Robin.
Everyone had headsets on.
"Full ahead Andrew."
"Inform O2 and tell her to go to full speed and tell them they have three
coming straight at them." They overtook the O2 which would take a long
time to get to her full speed.

"Ok everyone we seem to be popular and have three coming our way. Standby
1 and 2." Scott went to the radar and tried to pick out the nearest, it
was hard to tell as they had now spread out about half mile apart. Which
ones to go for?
"Ok the contacts are  10 o'clock, 12 o'clock and 2 o'clock, can you see
them yet camera?"
"Got them skip." That was Gerry.
"Ok 1 and 2 go to the two outside boats. ONLY if you see weapons, attack.
Use tear gas first then go in with one grenade at a time."
"Janet fire the cannons." Water gushed out of them as well as the two
protecting each side of the ship's hull. The whole ship would be secured
with all hatches locked as well as windows and ports, they also had
internal metal shutters closed.
"Andrew fix on the one in the middle and follow him which ever way he
turns. Jan just keep the cannons on that boat." They were now well ahead
of the 02 and Scott had to decide how much further to go before he had to
turn back to her. The boat made up his mind for him when it turned
to it's starboard. Andrew took the Jean to port.
"They have weapons skip."
"Ok, you know what to do."
"Send we are under attack." Paul would now send out position, speed,
course and the number of boats attacking.
JP1 and 2 had flown a quarter mile behind the boats and turned to line up
to attack. At just 20ft they both came in and passed over the pirates and
as they did released tear gas. As soon as they had, they turned to line
up behind the boats again.
"Attacking with grenades skip."

The boat coming at them was now about to pass heading towards the O2 and
opened fire with AK47's and fired an RPG. a few bullets hit them, but the
RPG missed completely which made Scott really angry, why the hell
couldn't that have happened when mum was killed, he always believed the
grenade that killed his mother was a fluke.
"Keep your heads down, the shit is firing at us." No one was bothered,
the pirates would need a heavier gun to be a threat to the ship.
"Jan keep on them. I know you can't hit them, but it may spoil their
aim."
 Scott knew he was too far away and the boat was going to get to the O2
before he could engage.
"1 and 2 what's happening?"
"THEY ARE SLOWING SKIP! We have got them!"
"JP1 come in and attack this one, JP2 stay with those two and attack
again if you need too."
The one attacking the O2 had passed to her stern and was now turning to
run along side, they were just 100yrds from the ship.
"Aim us at them Andrew." As he gave that order JP1 flew past them and
made a head on attack on the boat, tear gas shot out and on target. Robin
turned and ran at the boat again and dropped a grenade on them. The
reaction was instant, the pirates were fucked and could not see and were
disorientated, they slowed and the O2 was free of them.
"Full astern and stop."
"Jan go on target, but don't sink them."

"JP1 go back to the other two and attack them with tear gas again."
The boat that was attacking the O2 had stopped, the engines were flooded.
"Jan go off target."
"Close to the boat Andrew." He took them to 50 yrds.
"Play the tape Jan." Through the speakers they were told to throw weapons
over board, in Solamian of course. "If you do not comply you will be
sunk." They did.
"Jan give them another dose. Andrew go to the other boats."
Andrew went to starboard and opened the throttles.
"1 and 2 what's happening?"
"They are both stopped skip, don't think they can see. We both have three
runs left with the gas and JP2 has one grenade."
"Wait and see what they do, if they start to move, attack them again."

"Full astern and stop." The Jean had got back to one of the other
boats and once again told them to throw weapons over board, but they were
still suffering from the effects of the gas and grenades.
"Jan do your stuff." Janet put the port hose over the boat and there was
a scramble to throw every thing over the side.
"JP1 stay with this boat and make sure all the weapons have gone, if you
see any you know what to do. Andrew take us to the other one."
They got to it and repeated the order, they also threw weapons over
board.

Scott left JP1 and 2 hovering over the pirate boats and then went back to
the other one that had attacked the O2. They were bailing out and no
threat at all.
"Give them another soaking Jan, give them something to do, it's a nice
day for it. Jan filled them up and Scott told Andrew to go back to the
others.
"JP1 all clear?"
"Yes skip."
"Come back in and turn round." (meaning to land refuel and fit new gas
containers and stun grenades.)
"JP2 stick around those two."
"Yes skip."
"Jan we will go to each boat and give them a soak, I don't want them to
loose out."
After that Scott told Andrew to catch up with the O2 now two miles ahead.

"All clear radar?"
"All clear skip."
"JP2 come home, all is forgiven."
"Stand down off watch, thanks everone great job."

As had happened before no one left the bridge. They just hung around
waiting for Robin and Simon to join them.
"That's the last time i'm going to kiss you." Simon said.
"WHY?"
"Skip fucks us up!" He lent over and kissed Robin. They did not know some
of the crew were watching from the bridge, but heard the cheers!
They finished replenishing and securing the helicopters and went to the
bridge and were greeted with applause and cheers. Both blushed. Simon and
Robin sat on the floor like all those who were not on watch. They noticed
that now the action was over every partner was sitting or standing close
together with an arm around him or her. Simon looked at Robin who shook
his shoulders. "Why not?" He was telling Simon. He went behind Robin and
wrapped his arms around him and gave him a tight hug. No body said
anything, just smiled.
"Well done everyone." Scott repeated. "Bloody awesome."
"How the hell did you know there was a problem skip?" Freddy asked.
"Not sure, but it's got nothing to do with sixth sense. What I do think
now is I must have been worried about staying behind the O2 all the time.
It just happened those shits were coming at us dead ahead and we could
not pick them up on radar because the O2 was in the way. So, if that was
the case from now on we need to steer off to one side for 10 minutes then
go to the other side for another 10 and keep that up for the whole
escort." Every one nodded agreement.
"There are a couple of more things as well. If we pick up a contact
whoever is at the helm he or she must get us on the other side of the
ship we are escorting so we can hide. It could be that they may not know
we are there. Also it takes some time to get the helicopters started up
and take off, so from now on if the watch is suspicious about ANYTHING, I
want them to call Robin and Simon to start up so they are ready. Don't
worry if it doesn't come to anything, I would rather be safe than
sorry Ok? All it seems now is which cabin to call?" He looked at Simon
and Robin. They looked at one another.
"Mine?" Asked Robin.
"Yep, sounds good to me. I don't like the view from mine anyway!" Scott
smiled at them and told them to go.
"Not yet skip. No hurry." Robin said looking at the deck.
"Why n............" Scott did not finish.
Janet, who else, sang out, "someone's got a hardon, someone's got a
hardon.............." The bridge fell apart and all Robin could do was
hug his knees and continue to look down.
"Have you? Bloody hell, me too!" More laughter. Then there was a chorus
of;
So have I!
So have I!
So have I!
Reg gave the best though,
"Wish I had! Wish I had!" With all that mayhem going on, Simon grabbed
Robin and made their escape.

As soon as Robin closed his door they got back to what they were doing
before Scott so rudely interrupted them. With arms wrapped around each
other they joined mouths and stayed like that for some time. It was
tender, beautiful and passionate all at the same time, but there was
something else and that was the events of the past 2 hours and both of
them were still on a high with all that had happened. Simon pulled away
and looked at Robin;
"Christ i'm sorry, I cant get all that out of my head. It was amazing
wasn't it?"
"Yes it was and I can't concentrate either, not that I have a problem
because I know we will get back to it soon. I need to talk about it as
well."
 Now that both of them had become much more than crew members they knew
they could talk through all that had happened and now sat on the bunk
and went through the whole experience and get it out of their systems.

Gerry and George had gone down to the film shack to look through the
videos of this latest event and for Gerry to load it all onto disks.
George was nearly always with him and had learnt a lot about all the
technical details, but they had got into a routine that would never
appear on any film/video. Except porn of course.
The shack was so small there was only room for one chair which meant
George would have to stand the whole time, so they divised a cunning
plan.
George would sit down first and Gerry would sit on his lap and work like
that. This cunning plan of course was not ALL about allowing them to have
a seat. No, it was all about both of them dropping shorts and pants and
Gerry mounting George's 8 inch cock. Once they had settled into this
rather unique working position Garry went to work while George encouraged
him to move every now and again! As Gerry worked George fondled Gerry
from chest to cock and back again. The end result of course was that
Gerry had to stop working for a while to allow time for both of them to
off load, George into Gerry's bottom and Gerry onto his hand to prevent
covering the key board and screen.
After they had returned back to normal Gerry would twist round and kiss
his assistant, then carry on working while his assistant began to work
them both up to a repeat performance. It was quiet remarkable that any
work was done at all, but it did and the whole crew would watch the dvd's
Gerry produced without a clue as to what went into their production.
Well, so they thought.

Simon was still going on about the pirate attack and was half way through
telling Robin about his part in it all. Robin was loosing interest and
Simon's voice went out of Robin's hearing as he picked one of Simon's
hands up and stroked his beautiful fingers, the very ones that bought
incredible music from his guitar. He then ran a hand up Simon's arm and
felt his bicep and then back down to his fingers.
"So, what do you think?" Simon's voice got quieter.
"Mmmm?"
"Nothing."
Robin stood up and unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the floor and
then pulled his tee shirt over his head and discarded that in the same
way. Simon reached forward and ran his hands all over Robin's naked torso
and just stared at this beautiful sight. He swallowed hard and looked up
at Robin. Robin lent down and kissed him. He then bent down and took both
shoes off and chucked them in two directions, followed by his sox. He
stood up and got as near to Simon as he could and undid his belt and
unzipped his shorts. They fell off and Robin kicked them away and looked
as Simon stared at his pants and the wonderful bulge hidden inside them.
He reached forward the short distance and took Robin in his hand and just
gently stroked.
Robin took a breath in as Simon touched him, reached for Simons shirt and
undid each button, took the shirt off and threw it on the floor. With one
movement he pulled Simon's tee shirt off as Simon raised his arms. Now
Robin could run his own hands over Simon's naked chest and belly, but at
the same time pull him to his feet. Robin got to his knees and removed
both shoes and sox. He threw them with some force and one of them hit the
cabin door. Paula and Janet happened to be passing at the time.
"Fuck it's getting a bit violent in there!" They both giggled all the way
back to their cabin.
Robin drew close to Simon and raised his head and Simon bent down and
kissed him and while they kissed so Robin undid the belt, unzipped and
pushed his shorts down. Simon kicked them free. Robin stood back and
looked down and for the first time saw this amazing bulge that was
straining in Simon's tight under ware. The 9 inches laid across them, as
far as his hip.
"Fuck that's going to hurt." Was all he could say.
He once again dropped to his knees and now his face was no more than 6
inches from this wonderful sight. Slowly he bought both hands and fondled
Simon's massive weapon. Simon breathed out as Robin stroked and a small
wet patch suddenly showed on his pants.
Robin played with him for sometime, but could not wait to see it for
real. He forced Simon's pants forward and pulled them down and the whole
9 inches were free for Robin to stare and wonder at this amazing sight.
It now shot forward and the head was now no more than one inch from
Robin's mouth. Robin ran his hands up Simon's legs and one hand held the
huge ball sack whilst the other wrapped around Simon's manhood. He lent
forward that one inch and with mouth wide open took Simon into him as far
as could get.
"Oh God Robin! Oh Christ!"

Simon pulled Robin up and at the same time sat back on the bunk. It was
his turn to remove Robin's pants. He pulled Robin close and kissed his
straining cock while running his mouth the whole length and gently biting
the head. Simon could wait no longer and with one movement dropped
Robin's pants and it was now his turn to admire this wonder throbbing in
front of him.
Taking Robin into his mouth caused Robin to cry out and push into Simon.
Robin reached down and took Simon's cock in hand and stroked him. By now
both men were very wound up as each was bringing the other to a height of
passion and that's when all sense of coordination went flying out of the
port hole. Both of them needed to explore the another's body. Simon
pulled Robin onto the bunk and there began what can only be described as
a "fight of passion" as both of them struggled to get to a part of a body
that he had not kissed or licked before. Arms, legs, tongues, lips, hands
were all over the place, but what made it even more intense was the sight
that each of them had as they "fought" to gain access to a particular
part of a body. They were all over the place and as it continued the more
worked up both of them became.
It all ended when they met sitting up facing one another, each with the
other's cock in hand and their mouths joined. Neither could say a thing
and only breath through the nose. They had reached the point of no return
and as they stroked so they both arrived at that very point together.
Simon broke free of Robin's mouth;
"I'm coming Robin, i'm coming!" He stared at him as the first shot
erupted from him and as it did, so Robin's cock exploded and out shot a
massive load. Time after time both cocks off loaded a huge amount all
over each other.

Finally they were spent and just clung on to one another not able to say
anything. All they could do was stay like that and wait to regain breath.
What with all the intense consentration they had to give during the
attacks on the pirates and now this amazing time together both men were
knackered. Simon laid them both down and they cuddled in together.
Neither of them said a thing, just knew that what ever had happened in
the past was just sex. This time it was sex, but with love attached and
that was a huge difference.
After a very long time Simon was strong enough to talk;
"I'm not moving in here Robin, sorry." Robin knew he was bull shitting,
but went along with him.
"Ok."
"You were suppose to ask me why not you daft sod."
"OH, Simon, you are not moving in? Oh my God why not? That better?"
"Fuck you, help me get my stuff."
"What NOW? No chance. We are on watch in an hour and I need to play a bit
more before that."
"Ok, I move in tomorrow, but not before you clear this mess up. It's a
disgrace and by the way, I love you."
There followed a 69 which bought both men to their second eruptions
together, there would be many more. They just had time to shower, get
dressed and report to the bridge.
They arrived together. Scott was there and took one look at them.
"Fuck, I hope we don't get an other contact tonight!"

 Scott had worked out that they had more than enough time to get back to
South Africa in time to meet the O9 and so decided to follow the O2 into
Mumbai and stay for a couple of days. They could all do with a break.They
were given a mooring and Scott had the engines shut down. How quiet and
still!
They all took advantage of this unexpected stop over and those that could
went on shore leave with just two crew remaining on board. The Jean was
moored in a not so quiet part of the harbour and got a lot of attention.
While in any harbour the ship was always secured as a precaution against
unwanted visitors. By now the Jean was quite well known and there were
always requests to come on board, all of which were politely refused.
They all had a great time and just being tourists was a good relaxing
time. Those that could go out went and did their separate things, but
would arrange to meet up at a bar or resturant later. Back on board it
was party time and they loved being able to relax playing daft games,
having a few drinks and telling jokes.

"How does a gay remove the condom?"
"He farts."

"How does a guy tell his boyfreind he is leaving him?"
"He doesn't."

"How does a guy say he does not want sex any more?"
"Fuck off Dad."

"Why cant some gay men say anything after sex?"
"Rude to talk with your mouth full."

"Why does Andrew love sailing?"
"Because he likes it up the stern."

But much better than the jokes was listening to Simon who was always
willing to give a performance. They all loved that time, but none more
so than Robin, after all it was the first time he played for them was
when he took another look at Simon and the old addage of "not judging a
book from it's cover" was never more true.

The day came for them once again to get serious and they slipped out of
the harbour and made their way west. Scott contacted the USS Rockall and
told them of their destination asking if there was a position that they
wanted him to sail at. The Rockall came back asking them to sail 150
miles off the coast of Somalia at 10 knots. They would be 50 miles north
of them and therefore 100 miles from the coast on more or less the same
course. What it gave the Rockall was of course a greater cover knowing
the Jean was available to patrol with them for a few days before the Jean
met up with the O9.
On the third day they had contact from the Rockall, Commander Hutchinson
called Scott.
"Hello David, good to hear from you. How are you and Theo and Royston?"
"We are all fine thanks Scott. It's great having you sailing with us for
a while, very good in fact. I just want to tell you there has been a lot
of intelligence coming out that there could very well be quite a bit of
activity. Although no ships have been taken there are many more boats
about and we don't know just how many are unfreindly, but we have been
told there has been a rise in boats shaddowing ships. They attach
themselfs to a ship, follow it for sometime then break off, or they have
so far. It's almost as though they are looking for a particular ship. I
just want you to be aware that you may sight quite a few on this patrol."
Scott thanked him and sent his best wishes to Theo and Royston. He then
gave out all that information to the crew by the intercom. "I don't have
to say this, but now we are aware there could be more sightings just make
sure we are even more alert. As from today there will be no shagging for
the next week. Sorry Robin and Simon!" A corus of "boo's" came from every
part of the ship.

 The next day the first Apache helicopter was ready. The cameras from JP1
had been removed and installed into the new JP1 and the release gear
installed. Robin and Simon took turns in flying her and the results were
extreamly good. JP1 flew very well, she could carry more fuel which added
another half hour flying time and could carry two more stun grenades, and
much improved camera cover. Two days later JP2 was ready and both Robin
and Simon could now practise together. The new helicopters were excellent
and performed much better than the old ones. Scott asked Neil and Andrew
to drain the Bell's of all fluids and pack them up ready to send to
Iceland. It would take sometime, but Marcell and Jon would soon be
reunited with their babies.

Scott heard from them from time to time. Jon's father was making good
progress and the prognosis for him was very positive. Both Marcell and
Jon were still "Jean Peterson" sick and said they would come back any
time now that Jon's dad was so much better.
"We know you have new pilots skip, but we will come and clean the toilets
if that's all there is. We miss you so much, but we are fine and have
started working on a trawler, it's just not the Jean." Scott would love
to have them back, they all would.
Scott read Marcell and Jon's email a few times and gave it a lot of
thought and after two days thinking about it called Robin's and Simon's
cabin asking if he could talk to them.
"Of course skip. Is there a problem?'
"No Robin, I just need to run something past you guys thats all." Robin
and Simon wondered what it could be about and came up with the conclusion
that they were going to be fired!
"Well if we are, we will still be together Simon."
"You bet your life we will."

 He came straight to the point. "Look lads Marcell and Jon would love to
come back to the Jean and I will be asking them too. Now DON'T please
think I want them back to replace you two, believe me we all think the
same about you both as we do about Marcell and Jon. All I need to
say is, IF they were to come back it would not be to take back the role
they had, but I know they could take on other ones. Jon's dad is doing
very well now and it could be that by the time we get back to the UK,
they would be free to come back. I am being honest guys when I say I want
them back, but please believe me when I say I wont you two to stay as
well. Hope that makes sence." Robin and Simon were quiet for some time.
"Skip do you mind if we talk this through together?" Robin asked.
"Of course, but PLEASE don't think i'm trying to get shot of you. That's
the last thing I want."
"Neither of us would think that skip, you are not that sort of guy."
Robin was being genuine when he said that, but because it had been said,
it maybe a good time to think of what THEY wanted.

 "I beleive Scott Simon and know he would not bullshit us. He and all the
others are great and so is being on the Jean. I know it's even better
since we got together." Robin looked at Simon waiting for him to speak.
"How long do you want to stay Robin? Scott saying all that has made me
think of us and if i'm honest, now you and I are involved, I think we
should talk about where we want to go from here. Robin I love you so much
and I know you think the same, but we need to be back home and build a
future." Robin did not say anything, just looked at Simon with a smile on
his face. He stood up and bought Simon to his feet. He put a finger on
Simon's lips indicating for him not to say anything. He undressed them
both, laid Simon on his back and placed his legs over his shoulders and
very gently entered him. Still not saying a word he made love to this
lovely man until finally exploding into him. After a short time he
withdrew and laid beside him and placed his head on Simon's shoulder.
"And thats all i'm going to say about us, except to ask Scott if we can
be put off in South Africa and go home, but only if Scott can get Marcell
and Jon there to take over from us that is. Oh and one more thing. I did
not know what love was until I met you. I realise every thing is going a
bit quicky, but this is only a short story." He moved his head and kissed
Simon.

Scott sat down and had a look on his face that told Simon and Robin he
was worried. Robin put him out of his misery straight away and told him
all that they had said, but left out the love making. "So Scott if you
can get us to SA and arrange for the lads to get there to meet up at the
same time we can just do a swap and everyone will be happy."
Not for the first time Scott found himself off the hook.
"Are you absolutely sure about this guys? I still feel like crap."
"No Scott, in fact it's perfect for us. You have done nothing but bring
us together and for that we will always be grateful. This ship is amazing
in that it is an all gay crew and everyone can follow his or her life
without having to hide it and it's a wonderful situation to be in. There
is something eles and i'm sure I am right and that is we think you would
be looking for replacements for us by the time we got back to India
anyway because it's quite possible we would be leaving then. Do you think
we can get to SA and meet the boys there?"
"Not at the speed we are at the moment and I have said we would patrol
with the Rockall. What I will look at is increasing speed in a couple of
days or so to get us there in time. I will have to contact the boys first
though. Will you bear with me and I will let you know as soon as I do?"
"Skip we won't be leaving until you have Marcell and Jon back ok?" Simon
agreed with Robin.
"Thanks lads, thanks so much." Yes, this was a gay crewed ship and was
quite normal for Scott to hug the pair of them before he left.
"Christ I enjoyed that, Scott is one great looking guy Robin." And ducked
as Robin swung at him!

Commander Hutchinson had been right and there were a number of sightings
of "fishing" boats in there area. They were watched like a hawk, but none
seemed that interested in the Jean. Scott had one of the Apaches take off
and fly low around them just to record who they were. He asked Gerry to
put the recordings on one dvd. He also contacted David to let him know he
would be increasing speed to get to Port Elizabeth for crew changes. He
knew it would be a close call getting to Port Elizabeth, meet Marcell and
Jon and get back to the O9 before the ship got into pirate waters. He
would need good weather and full speed.

Scott and Andrew were sitting in front of the computer waiting for the
skype connection to Dalvik. It had failed twice, third time lucky they
hoped. At last it got through and all four of them were grinning at one
another. Marcell and Jon looked absolutly lovely. Marcell had his head on
Jon's shoulder and both of them with huge smiles.
"Hi boys how are you both?"
"We are fine thanks skip, missing all of you, but the good thing is
Magnus is much better and he is going back to work next week. How are all
of you?"
"We are all well. Been quite busy and had some fun with the pirates, but
nothing that we could not handle. We all miss you two as well."
"Skip?"
"Yes Jon?"
"You are going to tell us we can come back arn't you?" They looked at
them and both had exactly the same hopeful look on their faces. It was
hard to keep a serious face.
"Why do you think that Jon?" Asked Andrew.
"Because Marcell said so as soon as you emailed us saying you wanted to
talk." Pretty fucking obvious really.
"So, do you still want too?" Scott thought that was the most stupid
question he had ever asked.
Both of them had massive smiles and hugged one another.
"Sure we do skip! When?"
"Well, it's very soon boys. We will be in Port Elizabeth in four days and
we can't hang about, we are escorting O9." They were over the moon and
just squeezed the life out of each other. At last they were calm enough
for Scott to give them all the details of the three flights they would
need to take to get there. He had to go over it several times even though
they had written it all down, but he was happy they had got it all.
"It's all booked and you are flying first class so don't get pissed."
"Skip, you already booked the flights. What if we could not come then?"
Marcell asked.
"Is there any risk that would not happen Marcell?"
"Not at all skip. Oh fuck this is awesome!" They were figgeting about
like a couple of kids and he had to let them go, but not until he told
them about the new helicopters. All that did was make matters worse and
he and Andrew watched as the excitment was transmitted from thousands of
miles away.

Andrew looked at Scott.
"Lets go and do what they will be doing right now Scott."
"Ok, my turn to top I think?"

It was Jon's turn as well!
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