JonDlundyn Parker adventure # 4 - 3
November 18th 2006 11:56
‘Do you reckon they’ll go for him”? asked Roscoe. ‘Were going to be in for a fight if they don’t. It’s a better than fifty fifty chance. They think they have us on toast. They are faster, better armed and there is nobody out here to see their dirty work. They think all the odds are on their side now. They haven’t done their homework on us so they don’t really know who they are dealing with.” The two men watched and heard the engines of the cruiser slow to a crawl as they approached Hamash. It would be awkward to lift him out of the water.
Struggling in the water, strapped to the plastic chair Hamash coughed up a lung full of water, mindful of the need to keep his balance. He thought angrily to himself that he was deep in the shit this time. Under his arse was a bomb that was designed to blow up 50 ton tanks with steel armour over 11” thick. He would not even be mincemeat if it blew up. His hands now free sculled evenly to hold himself upright. He could hear the engine noise of his saviours before he could see them. He slowly and carefully turned to face the direction from which the cruiser was coming. He sighed to himself; they had seen him and were coming to pick him up. It was going to be a long shot, this rescue. He would have to give the commands himself to help the recovery otherwise… he did not want to dwell on that. The cruiser pulled up along side and the faces of the crew looked down on him. The skipper was glaring from the wheel and barking orders. He was in a hurry and did not want to loose any more time than was necessary. With rough movements he was positioning the cruiser for the pick up. Three crew were standing on the swim platform and one other was standing by the skipper giving directions.
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Alby Woo was sitting in his car looking out to sea. He was parked on Swansea Headland close to a marine building holding the local volunteer rescue Coast Guard. He watched the drama of the two boats unfolding about three miles out to sea. He had Ho Sin on line with his mobile phone. Giving Lee a running commentary on the events.
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Watching the cruiser with their binoculars the men tensed as the cruiser backed up to the man in the chair. It was not a good move. With the swell and the reverse movement of the boat against the wind the pick up would not be in the lee of the cruiser. Everyone on the cruiser was bound for disaster. They could not see much but the tip of the red flag attached to Hamish’s chair. It tilted once abruptly. Suddenly the engines roared to life as if to escape their doom but then it seemed as though in slow motion a tongue of flame leapt from the cruiser. Seconds later there came the sound of the explosion and a spout of water. Through the glasses the men could see that the hull had cracked in two. Within seconds she was down. Very little debris was left on the surface. Nothing recognisable that was for sure. “Turn her back to the Lake, Roscoe,” said Lundyn. ‘I have a little more business to attend to.” Lundyn went below and sent two emails. One was to his European police contact and the other was to the person that had hired Hamash. Both simply showed Hamash hanging on a chair over the water with the words, Hamash… assassin and terrorist… now deceased.
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That night as Roscoe was working in the lounge bar of the hotel, picking up empty glasses he saw a lady with the most imposing breasts ever seen in this pub. All the men in the room were somehow arranged to be watching and all the women were watching their men watching. “Karen.” Thought Roscoe straight away, “This had to be her.” She was watching him with a bemused smile on her face. She was drinking an expensive Chardonnay, the bottle sitting in an ice bucket on the table. She was on her own and had just finished a meal from the bistro. Prawn and oyster shells lay strewn about her plate. Roscoe walked up to her and acknowledged her with a nod of his baldhead. “What brings you back Karen?” he asked. She looked playfully at him and said, “I just wanted to know what colour knickers you had on today.”
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