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The breeze felt good on Danther's face. He felt at home on the ocean, like it was a part of him. Well it would, he thought, since he was born on it. A horn blew from the distant shore telling him that he can't come to land, but he took no notice. Once the deed that he had been given was done there would be no need for rules, there would just be chaos. There was another short blast and a couple of frightened shouts, but Danther's carried on sailing oblivious to the gunshots that were piercing the stillness of the night. There were sirens coming from the island now as the troops got up to fight. 'Fools' he breathed.
There were more gunshots now and the sounds of cars starting as the high-ranking officers left the shore to the safety of the inner island. They're only prolonging the inevitable, he said to himself, they must cherish the little time they have to live not plan how to stop another from living. He looked down at his watch, just two minutes to go. He was coming up to them fast.1: 30. The people that were left started to run.1: 00. He aimed for the generator just as the man had said.0: 10. He grabbed his brief case.0: 05. He jumped.0: 00.