Authors: Colin Wraight
His pistol was in his hand but he didn't remember drawing it. The injured Sergeant crawled painfully to the nearest body and hauled it over. "Davies..." He whispered and looked to where the firing had come from. Men appeared from behind the bushes, there seemed to be dozens of them.
The Serge
ant
struggled to his feet and swaying unsteadily he cocked his pistol, "You bastards." His whole body trembled. "Why... Why, they were nothing but boys."
Suddenly his left knee
cap
exploded. The Sarge stumbled forward then fell to the ground screaming in pain.
The killers closed around him silence fell over the group then
a shot rang out and one of the
P
rovos
fell dead.
Then one more shot rang out....
***
77
BlindFire
CHAPTER 7
The
Major scanned the area through
a pair of binos, having alread
y made a note of all the boat and vehicle numbers on the quay
side there wasn't much to do now but sit and wait.
"This isn’t good enough." He complained. "We need to get closer."
"No we don't." Gunter lovingly stroked the telescopic camera which he had just finished assembling. "I can watch a rat masturbating five kilometers away, and catch the twinkle in his eye on film."
The Major sniffed at the painfully cold night air. "Suppose I’d better not take a piss then."
"Wait a minute." Gunter raised his right hand beckoning the Major to look down the view finder, then set the camera on auto. Click, click, click every two seconds the camera took an high resolution photograph.
Click, click..... Click, click
"For fucksake." He almost knocked o
ver the tripod. "...It's Stone
.... How the hell did he get here?"
"Well, he’s here now....
Let me see."
Taking a tape recorder from his pocket he moved to take up position over the camera. "Target now on
Regina
." He held the mic closer to his mouth. "Speaking with three.... No, four other persons unknown."
The Major
said and
rubbed his tired eyes. "I just don’t get it."
Suddenly there was an explosion, which shook the building and hurt their ears.
The Major hit the floor
hard. "Get down." He screamed.
Gunter laughed. "Thi
s guy is great. Your man
just pulled the Iraqi super gun out of a sports bag and blew away a family of sea gulls."
"Oh my god, what’s he doing now?"
"The girl on the left is covered in blood, I don't think he shot her though."
The Major stood up. "Come on let’s go and arrest him then."
"What with? ... Bird degree murder? Anyway, they've disappeared below decks."
"If we don't get him now, maybe we will never get him."
Gunter began disassembling the camera. "I can't touch him, for gods sake we aren't even meant to be here."
"
What a
nightmare.
This is turning into a real mess
"
"Look, we know where they are going, we know roughly how long it will take them and I'm overdue three weeks leave. Ireland is beautiful this time of year, especially on the coast."
***
She had run, spurred on by terror, muted with fright. The bad man right behind. She had run until she could run no more an
d then huddled in a secluded
doorway. Slowly rocking backwards and forwards muttering incoherently, tears streaming down her
little
face.
Then
it had started
to rain and it was getting dark, and Sahra was afraid of the dark…
***
"Ladies and Gentleman this is your Captain speaking, we will be arriving at our destination in approximately two hours, have a pleasant journey."
"Taking off is the part I don’t like.” Whispered Gunter, not wanting the pretty woman in the seat behind to hear. He glanced at her again
,
her features somehow familiar to him.
"Entschuldigen sie, aber kenne ich Sie nicht irgendwo her?” Asked Gunter.
Beth froze. She had only just boarded the flight to
Ireland
and was already being recognised.
"Excuse me?" She replied in perfect English.
"Oh I am sorry." Said Gunter. "I thought that
you were German."
"No, I ‘m not."
Gunter apologised, smiled politely and turned in his seat. "John." He whispered.
"What now?"
He jerked his head bac
kward toward Beth. "That’s her!
"
"That’s who?"
"Elizabeth Kaelin."
“Yes, of course it is, now can you stop messing around and let me read?"
Bad thieves get caught; good ones develop a third eye in the depths of their subconscious. This eye is paranoid and never stops looking for trouble. Beth had this eye extremely well developed and it sensed trouble. She saw something in the Germans eyes when
he had spoken to her, a kind of knowingness
.
The flight seemed to take forever. As time passed Beth became more and more worried. Searching her mind for a way to lose these two men in the next row.
"Ladies and Gentlemen." Said the Captain. "Please extinguish all cigarettes and fasten your seat-belts. We will be landing in approximately five minutes."
Beth panicked; worry had been replaced by paranoia. She quickly half rose in her seat and scanned around the interior of the aircraft,
and
then stood up. No one
seemed to be paying her a
blind bi
t of notice, whilst
giving both men the once ove
r she quickly
took her handbag from t
he overhead compartment
. One
of the men was gazing
out
of
the window
listening to some music and tapping his finger on the arm rest, t
he other was fast asleep.
It was now or never. In one fluid motion she took
a Chloroform spray canister, which had been disguised as a deodorant,
from he
r bag and took a step forward. Leaning over the back of their chairs as if she was talking to them she
sprayed both the men’s faces. The man nearest the isle who had spoken to Beth simply continued to sleep, but the other ripped his he
adset off and glared at her
for a second then slumped forward unconscious.
Beth immediately pulled him back and replaced his headphones.
As soon as the aircraft landed she was at the door waiting to be first off. She only stopped twice, once at passport control and then at the conveyor to collect her luggage.
"Excuse me..... Sirs.... Sirs." Said the stewardess. "Time to get off." Sh
e looked closer then screamed.
"Oh my god, somebody please help me."
Soon there was a gathering crowd as some of the passengers reboarded the aircraft to see what all the commotion was about.
"What’s going on here?" Cried one man as he rushed from the front of the aircraft. “Ladies and gentlemen.” He said loudly. “I’m the Captain, now I’m going to need you all to disembark immediately!”
"Could everyone please calm down and clear this area.
..! I’
m a Doctor."
Another man said and pushed his way through the small crowd.
A third man, one of the stewards,
took hold of the hysterical Stewardess as the Doctor
concentrated on checking
the vital signs of both casualties.
"They aren’t dead, I think they are asleep."
He said and shrugged.
Some of the crowd began
tittering and others were laughing. B
efore long the two
men
were waking to
loud
applause.
"What happened, did we crash?" Gunter
a
sked.
"I thin
k I was saved by my head." Cried
the Major, slowly rubbing his eyes.
O
nce more
t
he Doctor checked their pulses and blood pressure.
"I remember a woman spraying something in to my eyes, and then... then nothing."
"I can’t remember a single thing." Said Gunter.
"Well, I have been a Doctor fo
r nearly thirty years and I’ve
never see
n
flight affect anyone like this."
Gunter looking around suddenly realised there was a crowd and became increasingly embarrassed.
"It wasn't the flight." Demanded the Major
as he tried to force himself from the chair but his legs felt week and slightly wobbly, like he’d been drinking
. "It was that damned woman."
"Well, you seem well enough to go now."
Smiled the Doctor. “I see no reason to keep you.”
"Good." Growled Gunter. He stood and forced his way through the crowd, a rather embarrassed Major in tow. Shrieks of laughter followed them down the boarding ramp.
"
What
happened?"
T
he Major
s
houted. "What the
f..!
"
"I tell you what happened!” Gunter growled. “That dam woman, that’s what happened… Wait till I get my hands on her!””
The Major took a breath and physically forced himself to calm down. “It doesn't matter now,
lets just
get out of here,
find an hotel and
get
something to eat."
***
The low hum of the engines sluggishly carried the boat along. It lurched one way and then the other, making the whole craft creek and groan as if in pain.
The lights had gone out during
the fight and anyway, Danny
felt secure in the darkness. He sat motionless staring at the twitching form of the captain, sprawled on the floor, blood still pouring from his almost surgical wounds. He knew he had to move, to get up and do something.
Struggling to his feet
he made his way down the steps leading to the store rooms, they were all locked. On kicking the first door in, he saw weapons of all types i
n large wooden crates. There must have been dozens
of
nine millimeter
pistols,
several
AK47's and
even a couple of aging Russian
snipe
r
rifles not to mention the ones in the sealed crates. The second room was empty, except for six bunk beds and a table
in the centre of the room. T
he next cabin contained
shoebox sized wooden crates
which seemed to contain
explosives and the last held hu
ndreds of small packages. He
sliced one of them open and a white powder flowed on to the floor, forming a thin cloud around his knees.
"Drugs." He spat
and threw the package at the wall where it exploded into a white cloud.
He quickly started a fire in the cabin
which contained the drugs
, and was a little surprised by the speed of which the flames took hold.
A short run up some steps found him on deck climbing into the dingy which was in tow along side the Regina. Luckily the motor started first time and after cutting the rope
he
sped of into the night.
Lights dotted on the distant horizon guided him to land. The
Regina
had powerful, fast engines to enable her to outrun just about anything, so she had made good time. He hoped that he was looking at
Ireland
and not the coast of west
Cornwall
.
The dingy was about quarter of a mile from t
he Regina
when she
suddenly exploded with a massive boom, lighting up the night sky. Bullets and bombs exploded in all directions as the sea engulfed her burning broken hull. She slipped beneath the waves noisily as if fighting to expel her dangerous cargo before final death.
The dingy was less than
five hundred meters from the land when the wind picked up and the sea grew to an awesome unpredictable monster. Waves pounded the little boat repeatedly, soon it was a full blown battle for survival. The almighty powerful sea in all of its ferociousness trying in vain to separate a simple man from his
little
boat.
A battle, this mortal man and little
boat simply couldn't win. The dingy bounced off one rock, only to be faced with another and then another. Capsize was inevitable.