Yes, after a bit of fuss

The boats were nearly side by side now, Nicole holding her fire, while the guards on the boat seemed **** to open fire, conscious of what would happen if Nicole was killed before confessing where the head was kept.

Lara tried to **** the other boat into a trunk, but instead found herself heading straight for it, her adversary having outmanoeuvred her, but she could easily get out of that jam, cutting in between the other boat and the trunk, while Nicole fired a couple of rounds, hitting one of their pursuers, making him fall off the boat and disappear beneath the foaming water.

Now, the guards lost their patience, seeing one of their comrades killed by those two cunts, and opened fire.

The intense firing did not cause anything but superficial damage to the boat however, as Lara yet again manoeuvred swiftly and elegantly.
Lara nearly managed to lure the other boat to hit a rock, but the other driver saw it just in time to dodge it.

While the two boats kept manoeuvring, muzzle-flashes tore up the night as Nicole and the five guards exchanged fire.
Nicole managed to take out two more guards, but then her rifle jammed.

“Damn! You’ll have to take them out before they board us!” Nicole screamed to Lara, who remained calm, even as the other boat nearly pushed them onto the shore, and then quickly eased the gas, moving in behind the other boat, ramming it from behind.

Now, the other driver lost control, and the stem of the boat hit a razor-sharp rock sticking out of the water, tearing through the bottom, water spraying up as the boat turned to the left, racing in full speed towards the shore.

It hit a set of boulders with a loud crash, flames blazing as the boat spun through the air, landing on its back.
Lara and Nicole looked at the burning wreckage with a shared sense of satisfaction.

Placing the gun against the rail, Nicole looked at Lara, smiling faintly.
“Now what do we do?”

Lara thought of two possible paths of action, either having a bit of fun right here on the boat, and then taking care of that Franzone-cunt, or doing it the other way around.

Either way, she didn’t feel like getting dressed.