Terrorists were crowded on the rocks where their ships had come to grief. Some were still bobbing around the insane waves in lifeboats trying to find landing spots. They were being watched by Radomir Lascek and Salvatore Rodriguez. Lascek knew that any moment now, Federi ought to appear on the deck of the Rebel Schooner and start taking them out with his long-range rifle. Cleaning up.
Captain Lascek waited. No Federi appeared. Perhaps he didn’t have his rifle with him?