The last piece of information she'd bought had paid off big time! He was just sitting in the harbor on his yacht. She'd moved quickly. She had raced down to her secure harborside warehouse and thrown her diving gear on. She gathered up her "acquired" surplus limpet mine that had been most likely made during the last Central American conflict of '17, and then jumped aboard her open topped mini-sub. She navigated to a point about 100 meters from the yacht, put the sub in station keeping mode, and swam the remaining distance to the yacht, never breaching the surface once. Thankfully, Jax had taken care of her re-breather and it was working flawlessly. No bubbles, to troubles. She smiled as she gently placed the mine just below the water line on the port forward side, under the large windows, she knew was his private salon. Even under water she could feel and hear the thumping music coming through the hull. Security was always lax when he was having that kind of party. She swam back to the sub, slowly surfaced to make sure that her remote detonator wouldn't have any problems reaching the receiver. She turned on her cyber optic recording function, confirmed it was recording and was nice and clear. She flipped up the safety toggle and depressed the button. The blast was bright and it threw up a hell of a lot of spray, smoke and debris. The sound, like a very loud, quick thunderclap, travelled quickly across the water and she could see the wake moving towards her. She paused only for a second to make sure the hole was big enough to sink the yacht. He most likely got bounced off the bulkhead, she smiled to herself, when the charge went off. She was glad she had paid that tech the extra 500 euros to "heighten" the explosives power factor. When in doubt, E for extra. She slipped under the surface, quickly found her sub, right where she had left it, and headed back towards her warehouse. Time to get paid! She thought to herself.