Crap. Isaac killed power to his boat. After a partial hit, it could explode any second. And that gave the newcomer a chance get a clear bead on him before he could move.
That couldn't have went from perfect to ugly much faster than it had. And that shotgun he didn't have a chance of avoiding at this range. Slowly, he held his gun out to the side, removing his finger from the trigger.
"And who the hell are you?" he spouted at the newcomer. As he said it, his mind was working to find a way out. A flick of his eyes to his chrono indicated only a few seconds until power came back to the other boat, if he estimated its revival time correctly. If he could just stay armed a few more seconds, this sonofa might get distracted enough to make a mistake. Two seconds were all he needed...