“You can’t just lounge in a lazy fountain all day you dumbass!”

Adonis ignored his remark, wearing a Hawaiian shirt and gently drifting along with a shrimp cocktail in hand. 

“Someone could be after us! On this boat, you lazy slob!”
“Someone is. Boris’s over there.”
“You’re fucking kidding. I’ll take care of it.”

Boris was smoking on the portside in his windbreaker and sweatpants. Daniil put a knife to his throat.

“Give me one reason not to gut you like a fish.”

“Just let me enjoy this vacation. If I were after you you’d be dead already.”
“Why are you here?”
“Killing business; I’m still going to kill your friend one way or another. It’d be very inconvenient to do it right now though. This cruise is two- two and a half weeks? So count your blessings.”
“I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

“How about a drink? You need to unwind a bit.”

Daniil loosened his grip, knowing he was truthful. 

“What are you talking about? You’re sent to murder me and him. How do you expect me to react to that?”

“Maybe we can both live in this situation. You just need to work with me.”
“It’s more complicated than that.”

A long pause persisted as waves calmly glided.

***

A single cement structure camouflaged with the tan earth that surrounded. Joshua trees lay sprinkled. Ana loaded her rifle 100 meters away, carefully aiming for a wooden door. A woman with blonde hair soon emerged, wearing gardening attire and holding a bucket. It was late afternoon. Joshua trees bloom during the spring; their rough fruits make them disgusting to eat. The woman was keeping some kind of seed bank in her structure. Ana deeply sighed and aimed for her smooth and long hair. She fired. Crimson paint lathered the trees. 

Inside her abode was nothing short of strange; a dissected fruit next to shelves of seeds in jars. A futon sat limply near the door. This could very well be the wrong person; not her problem. Glass jars shattered on the dusty floor with seeds spreading to every corner of the room. Ana continued to bash each and every jar she found with the back of her gun. Her phone rang.

“There’s nothing,” she said in a monotone voice.

“We’re sending a unit to collect the body.”

She hung up.