Dawn Patrol

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Dave's out there already.

He sits out behind the massive break on a Jet Ski, ready to pull people out if they need it. It's his sacrifice, his penance, not riding the big waves. He hasn't slept-he's exhausted-but somehow he felt that he had to be here, but not surf.

There was just something that felt wrong about it, going out there and having the time of his life when he's seriously questioning what his life has even become. He can't shake the image of the girls huddled in the hold of the boat-who they were, where they were headed, whether or not Johnny managed to intercept them.

And then there's all that. Johnny's going to want some questions answered, and the answers are going to blow up life as they know it.

Which maybe isn't such a bad thing, Dave thinks as he checks his equipment-mask, snorkel, fins-things he might need if he has to get off the ski and dive into the soup.

Maybe this life needs a little blowing up.

Achange.

Even if Johnny doesn't ask the questions, Boone will.

But where the fuck is Boone? He should be out here with me and Tide and Sunny, should at least be here for Sunny, backing her up, helping her deal with the big-name Jet Ski crews that will try to block her out.

Boone should be here for her.