[Swordfish941]

Here's another part of my manuscript:

A hot, caramel colored liquid poured from the coffee machine and into the pot. Greg grabbed a coffee mug off the table and poured himself a cup. He then opened up the refrigerator and started searching for cream. He found a small carton of it on top of a six pack of Castle Lager beer. Greg slowly poured it into the coffee until the pitch black liquid turned into a creamy brown color.

When he had finished his first cup, a six foot tall man walked through the door. He had light brown hair and bulky, muscular arms. He had slate grey eyes, cold as steel. He wore a muscle shirt with a few grease stains, a pair of cargo pants, and black boots. A pair of dog tags hanged around his neck. He carried two pistols, one in a belt holster and the other in a shoulder holster. The belt pistol was a Mark 23 .45 pistol, a fine gun exported from Germany. The other was a .44 caliber Desert Eagle, a custom gun he had got from Israel. The frame of the pistol was stainless while the barrel and slide was black. He sat down in a chair and scratched the back of his head. The man's name was Anthony Childers. Everyone on the boat called him Ares, since he seemed like the modern day god of war.

"Mornin', Ares. Coffee?"

"Sure. Black and add a bit of brandy to it."

Greg grabbed a coffee mug and a bottle of Cognac. He filled the mug a quarter with liquor and the rest with coffee. He handed it to Ares, who took a sip of it.

"You mind if I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead. Shoot."

"Why do you put liquor in your coffee?"

"Well," he said leaning back in his chair, "It gives it more flavor. The combination of the two keeps you awake and puts out the fire in your gut."

"Interesting theory" Greg said, lighting another cigarette.

"You know if you keep smoking those every five minutes, you'll have to start carrying an oxygen tank and smoke from a hole in your neck."

"Relax, this is my second one of the day. Besides, you smoke cigars."

"Yes, but once in a blue moon. Anyway, when will we get back home?"

"In about four hours. I'd better get Johnny up. He's the only person on this boat who knows how to properly pilot this damn thing."