Utah looked at Barett then back to the main salon sitting area behind the bridge. The girls had all gathered there, having scavenged clothes from the various cabins former occupants. They were reliving the harrowing escapes and strangeness of the evening. The brothers knew that this was all part of dealing with combat and the letdown of adrenalin. Somehow your body wanted more of the drug, and retelling the events kept some flowing in your blood, it made the letdown easier. Rick came up from the lower level and gazed at the girls then over to his brothers, smiling at the women he slide into the bridge and closed the door behind him.
"Looks like everyone fared ok, but I am almost dying for lack of good food." Rick joked and nudged Utah who had been eyeing the kitchen since they acquired the yacht.
"Yeah I was thinking of putting something together. I'm sure we could all use a little snack, perhaps a little food would do us good."
Utah nodded to Barett to take the wheel and he headed back into the salon. Barett looked over to Rick and pointed to the signal Jammer he had stolen.
"I think we can use this to hook into the main antennas and get some signal coming in; find out what the latest intel is."
Rick nodded and was soon fast at work pulling out wires and attaching various cables from the high tech media array on the boat to the jammer and radio equipment Barett had brought up. It wasn't long before they found a BBC news broadcast but the program only spoke of more bombs and bad news.
