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A moment later, moving awkwardly because of the swimming fins, she picked up the gun, handed the knife to Poet, then rolled off the transom of the boat, back first.
Poet nodded to Nick and entered the water in a similar fashion.
Another moment and they were out of sight, leaving behind only a string of bubbles as a clue to their whereabouts.

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