“There is no ferry at all to that island. It is off limits.” She closed her ticket window abruptly, effectively dismissing him. Devin turned to the others and frowned, shrugging his shoulders.
“I guess we’re on our own,” said Ian. He tapped his comms and heard the response on the other end.
“This better be damn good. I was getting a nap in.”
“Sorry, Chipper. We’re going to need the SDV.”
The SDV was short for SEAL Delivery Vehicle. It was a small submarine, or submersible, that could hold up to four men. At least, their modified SDV could hold up to four men.
“If you could drop it at the designated point, we’ll pick it up after dark.”
“Roger that. I’ll drop it at sunset beneath the stealth netting and you can do the rest. I’ll come back here but just holler if you need me.”
“You heard the man. Let’s finding something to do until sunset,” said Frank.
“Food. I could do Greek food,” smirked Bodhi.
The men could always do food of any variety but Greek food always seemed to fill them up fast. The fresh ingredients of olives, seafood, cheeses and so much more, seemed as if it were picked from a vine out back and immediately served.
After ordering half the menu, the men took a seat outside the small restaurant, watching as ferries came and went in different directions. Ian looked around at the other tables, couples and groups eating quietly.
“Is anything about this strange to you?” he asked. The others shrugged their shoulders. “I’ve been to Greece many times. The people love to eat and drink, any excuse to have a party. These people look as though they’re attending a funeral.”
“Maybe they are,” said Frank.
Devin turned to the table behind them and began a light-hearted conversation. The people were polite but cautious. Another thing that made them feel as though something were wrong with this entire scenario.
“Why does everyone seem sad?” asked Devin. “You live in a beautiful place, have delicious food, and gorgeous scenery. What is there to be sad about?”
The wife turned to her husband and excused herself, walking away. Her husband stood, putting some cash on the table.
“You should be careful who you speak to that way,” he whispered.
“I was just trying to be friendly,” said Devin. He pulled the map from his pocket, some old-fashioned explorer. “My friends and I hope to dive off the coast of this island, this one here.” He pointed to the island and the man shook his head.
“Do yourself a favor. Find another island.”
Thinking it would be best to keep to themselves and have casual conversations, they finished their meal and waited until the sun began to set. As they stood, paying for their meal, they walked along the road next to the sea, watching as the last of the ferries came in.
A small ferry, capable of carrying forty to fifty passengers, they casually watched out of the corner of their eyes. When only two people stepped off the ferry, it seemed odd.
“Why run a ferry that size for two people?” asked Bodhi.
“Two people with weapons,” said Frank, nodding toward the men walking up from the docks. “I’m going to bet that those two just came from the island we want.”
“I’m too smart to take that bet,” said Devin. “Something is damn sure on that island and we need to figure out what it is or who it is.”
CHAPTER NINE
After receiving the feedback from the team in Greece, Luke, Cam, Eric, and Hex decided they needed to have a sit down with Nicolai. Something was up on the island and if he was truly connected to the island, the way he’d described, he knew more than he was letting on.
They found him in the cafeteria joining others for dinner, engaging in light-hearted conversations about his homeland and the food there.
“I’ve always loved Greek food,” smirked Cade.
“You love food, period,” smiled his wife. She looked up to see the senior leaders walking toward them. “Hi guys.”
“Hey, Cass. Nicolai, how are you?” asked Luke.
