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standing on the deck of the ship looking at the ocean.  “Faisal, we need to remove these women.  The Prince is done with them. Have you made arrangements on shore?  Their very presence sickens me.”
     
    “Yes, a van will pick them up and drop them off behind the J.W. Marriott,” Faisal replied. 
     
    “Excellent, get one of your men.  I am certain we will need to carry some,” Ahmed ordered.  He was certain he had not given too much of the drug to the women.  Too much would kill them.  From the sounds that echoed throughout the ship, the dosage had been correct.  He stepped onto the Crescent for the trip to the marina.
     
    Faisal walked downstairs towards the guest bedrooms. The wood paneling on the walls was rich and warm.  The feeling throughout the ship was anything but.  Twenty feet in front of him, Ali, walked out of a bedroom tucking his shirt in, his jacket in hand.  He straightened his hair when he saw his boss.  He knew Faisal did not approve.  Faisal stopped and glared at him.
     
    “You and the others take the women to the Crescent ,” he ordered and turned to return to the deck.
     
    “Some of them are unconscious,” Ali answered.  Faisal glared at him, barely able to hide his disgust.
     
    “That’s your problem.  Carry them!  I will see you on the Crescent .  You will accompany me and Ahmed,” Faisal ordered.  His men followed shortly.  The women could barely walk.  Their dresses were torn.  They had been beaten.  None spoke and they all kept their heads down.  Ali kicked the last woman onto the deck of the Crescent .  She fell on her face.  Faisal had had enough.  He grabbed Ali by the collar.
     
    “Pick her up!” he growled, yanking Ali off his feet.
     
    “Why?  She is an infidel.  Not worthy of respect.”  Faisal pushed him back and picked up the woman himself.  Her face was beginning to swell and he could see red welts on her back through the torn gown.  He sat her down on a chair on the deck and turned to Ali.
     
    “You sit out here with them.  You do not touch her again,” Faisal ordered.  He gave the crew the nod to head back to Cannes.  He left two bodyguards and the remaining crewmembers on the Scimitar .  He was certain the Prince was sleeping soundly.  The boat slowly separated from the larger yacht. 
     
    Bridgette heard the bodyguards, but was not quick enough to make it onto the smaller ship. She had hidden too long.  She watched it move towards the east from the door leading to the deck.  She was shaking and realized she was trapped.  In the distance, she thought she saw a little raft floating in the water, but it was so dark, she could not be sure.
     
    Three hundred meters to the east the assassin looked at his watch.  It was 3 A.M.  He could see the two remaining bodyguards lounging on the uppermost deck of the Scimitar .  They were facing the bow.  He did not see any other movement on the ship.  He placed one of the Beretta pistols in a rubber shoulder holster.  As instructed, he started the outboard motor and silently rode the waves to the stern of the Scimitar .  He tied off the zodiac and looked up at the massive ship.  Reaching into the duffel, he produced a rubber-encased grappling hook attached to a black climbing rope and tossed the hook up and over the ship’s railing, where it silently attached itself to the rail. He quickly and effortlessly pulled himself up.  Hanging from the rope, he stopped just short of the deck and peered over the edge.  Nothing.  All he could hear was the sound of the ocean in the distance and the two bodyguards laughing about their evening.
     
    He vaulted onto the deck and made his way to a staircase leading to the upper deck.
     
    Vengeance had arrived. 
     
    On a modest fishing boat five hundred meters away, the sniper watched through a high-powered scope and followed the assassin’s progress across the ship.
     
    The assassin silently climbed the stairs, but stopped short of the