Leviathan: An Event Group Thriller
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“So I understand.”
Suddenly, loud music blared from the dining salon of the presidential yacht. The Supremes belted out the song “You Can’t Hurry Love,” and to everyone’s astonishment, a very drunken Ryan and Mendenhall danced out of the dining salon wearing women’s bathing suits, lip-syncing the words to the song. Their hand gestures were like those of the Supremes in their heyday.
The loudest laughs came from Garrison Lee and the president as they watched the two men shimmy and dance their way toward Jack and Sarah with a nervous looking Secret Service team following, ready to shoot the two men. Before Jack could react, Sarah, embarrassed beyond belief, simply smiled and pushed the two lieutenants over the side of the yacht and into the warm gulf.
The music continued to play as Everett doubled over in laughter, and that was the reason he never saw Jack gently raise his foot into the air, sending him to join his fellow pranksters.
Soon, they were all laughing at the struggling men splashing and trying to get out of the water.
A quarter of a mile away, the dark blue eyes of a symbiant breached the surface of the gulf and watched the men as they struggled aboard the presidential yacht. With eyes blinking against the glare of the southern sun, the sym arched its back and dived back into deep water.