Chapter 16 - THE DESPERATE DIVE
"Don't move or you'll regret it!" the guard warned, his finger tightening on the trigger of the compressed-air rifle.
"Drop the folder, Damon, save yourself!" Clara pleaded, grabbing the back of his jacket in sheer panic.
"Never," Damon whispered fiercely, scanning the dark, churning water directly beneath the edge of the platform.
"Last chance!" the guard shouted, raising the weapon higher as he took aim at Damon's chest.
Instead of surrendering, Damon grabbed Clara’s hand, locked his jaw, and leaped off the edge of the metal platform.
They plunged fifty feet through the night air, crashing straight down into the freezing, deep water of the harbor.
The impact was like hitting a concrete wall, knocking the breath from Damon’s lungs as the icy saltwater swallowed them whole.
He kicked upward furiously, one arm locked around Clara’s waist while holding the waterproof document folder tightly with the other.
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They broke the surface a few seconds later, gasping for air amidst the dark, swirling currents of the marina basin.
Above them, the guards shouted in frustration, shining flashlights uselessly across the dark, empty expanse of the water.
