Phoebe's POV
"Damn! I'm wrapping this up," Johnson shouted, picking up speed. He hefted the container onto the yacht, fired up the engine, and leaped back to shore just as the boat started pulling away.
Dusting off his palms, he grinned. "All set. Let's bail, Phoebe."
I darted through the shadows with Johnson from an unnoticed corner of the dock. For our own safety, we couldn't risk the shortcut that ran close to the base on our return trip.
'What if I bump into Harold and his crew? Phoebe would murder me right here,' Johnson worried silently.
Johnson's concerns proved accurate. Shortly after our departure from the dock, Harold stormed over with Lucas and Alan in tow.
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Harold's POV
Spotting the yacht already drifting in the distance with that odd container aboard, Lucas couldn't resist applauding. "Brilliant strategy!" he declared.
