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seemed to be in a daze. Next, the two agents were unhitched from the overhead lines, though the handcuffs and gags remained in place. Their pockets were searched and the billfolds with their IDs were discovered. Then their shoes and socks were removed. Finally, they had to drop their shorts — just to make sure, their captors assured them with big grins. Then, barefoot, wearing nothing but their shorts, the two handcuffed agents were escorted along the carpeted passageway and up one flight of stairs to what must have been the Captain’s cabin.
    Yasir respectfully knocked on the door and waited for the curt “Enter”. The Captain sat behind his desk; an impressive bank of video monitors behind him showing black and white scenes of the interior of the boat. On one, an obviously exhausted Meghan Dillon lay curled up asleep on her bed.
    The Captain ignored the monitors, studying the service revolvers on the desk in front of him. And he was not alone. Behind him stood the two crewmen whom the girls had observed leaving for shore earlier that day. To his left stood the thick, stocky guy with the bullet-head, hairy tattooed arms folded, pug face impassive and dull. He had the powerfully built physique of a fireplug. At his other side was the tall, blond guy. He was smiling at them in a way that showed that he, unlike his boss, fully appreciated the sight of a couple of pretty, half-naked women. Mallory dropped her eyes to floor and kept them there as the two captives were hauled before the Captain’s desk.
    Sego deposited the ID folders on the desk and stepped quickly back. The Captain picked up each one, studied the ID cards, looked at their pictures to compare them to the originals; found the photo of Meghan Dillon that Mallory had tucked into hers. His stern face showed not the slightest expression as he finished his examination.
    “Sit down.” he motioned to them. “You! Take off their cuffs. Then you two get to work! I want to get going. We’ll talk later.”
    He waited until his orders were carried out, and Sego and Yasir had beaten a hasty retreat to the deck. The bare-chested women were left sitting on the edge of two hard wooden chairs, rubbing their freed wrists, embarrassed, trying to avoid the intent male eyes.
    “Now, we’re going to have a little talk. But first I’m going to tell you about our rules here. I am the Captain of this vessel, and as such I demand absolute obedience from everyone aboard. We have certain rules here, rules which I will tell you only once.
    “The first rule is: You are not to talk without permission, except for answering a question put to myself or one of my crew. Second, you will answer all questions fully and truthfully. If you violate these or any other rules while on this ship, you will be punished and the gags re-applied until you’re ready to obey. You see, on this ship we have the disciplinary means necessary to carry out appropriate punishment, and my crew looks forward to the opportunity to use those means on lovely women, believe me.”
    He looked at each of them. His face remained impassive, but the hardness in those shifting eyes convinced Mallory that the man was dead serious.
    “Now, if you wish the gags to be removed, nod your heads.” He looked meaningfully from Mallory to Kip and each nodded, grateful for the chance to get the hateful rubber balls out of their distended mouths.
    Freed of their gags, the girls worked their jaws and lips, and gave each other reassuring glances. Mallory wanted to take the lead, to try to reason with the man, but she thought it wise to bide her time. She would wait for her opportunity. Then they heard the muffled rumble of the yacht’s diesels; felt the quiet surge of power from deep in the vessel, felt the unmistakable movement. The prisoners realized, with a sinking feeling, that they were underway. Each mile would take them further beyond all hope of rescue.
    “Now. What is your name?”
    “My name is Mallory Channing. I’m a