Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Fuck it.
I think for a minute.
Behind me are some timber crates. Perhaps under those I will find a place to lift. I move one to the side, and then the one under it, and then the bottom box in really long and has a crack in the top. Yes… I put the flashlight in the crack and pull it up as I use it as a tool. After ten minutes of hard work the timber lid lifts.
I pull the shredded cardboard back and I smile.
A crate of Barret’s M98B—Sniper rifles.
Yessss.
Thank God they were where they were supposed to be. I rummage through the crate but there aren’t any bullets.
Fuck.
I pull the crate above it apart and still nothing.
Holy shit, screw this.
I pull apart the top box and finally find a metal case containing the ammunition.
I stand still for a moment and let the euphoria sink in. I take the rifle apart and load the gun. I load another and take all of the bullets. I then stand and put the crates back where they were.
My heart is pumping hard. I walk to the front of the container and stand with my back to the door. I frown.
I can hear footsteps.
I hold my breath and close my eyes. Shit, shit, shit.
“Who goes there?” the male voice shouts.
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Oh my God.
I close my eyes and grip the gun hard enough to break my fingers.
“It’s me,” a man’s voice replies.
“Did you fucking hear him?” one growls.
“Yeah, I did.”
“How?” the other man asks.
I frown. Who is this and what are they talking about? Why are they meeting next to this particular container? Oh, God, I’m screwed. They are breaking in here to get the guns.
I stay dead still as I try to contain my frantic heart.
“It has to look like an accident.”
Who is out there? Who are they talking about?
“When?”
“I’m not sure. This week. He has to be gone before Vikinos arrives so we can blame it on him.”
“That fucking girl we supposedly picked up by accident is a cop.”
“What?” the other man snaps.
My eyes widen. Holy fuck… why would they think I’m a cop?
“Yeah, she fucking attacked me the other day, warning me against going near him.”
Oh shit. They’re talking about Stace.
I hold my breath. Please don’t find me.
“He’s brought her on here as a little fuck buddy bodyguard. That was no accident she came out of that door at just that moment.”
I frown.
“I will make an engine malfunction call this week sometime in the middle of the night, and when he comes out we will take care of it.”
“It has to look like an accident.”
“Yeah, it will. He will be going in the drink.”
“Okay.”
“Stucco?” Stace’s voice comes through the radio one of them is wearing.
“Yeah?” Stucco replies over the sound of the static.
“Why aren’t you down here in the meeting?” Stace snaps angrily.
“I’m coming now.”
“Fucking hurry up.” He growls before hanging up.
“Fuck. I can’t wait to kill this cock. He’s fucking asking for it.” Stucco growls.
“Yeah, well, make sure it happens.”
“I’m on it,” Stucco replies. “He’s dead.”
My heart beats frantically and I know I need this gun now more than ever. They are going to kill him. I knew I wasn’t imagining it.
“We better get back.”
“Okay, see you down there.” The man’s voice replies. Who is the other man? Stucco is working with someone. What are they up to and what do they plan on blaming on Stace?
I wait for ten minutes in the silence. Are they gone?
I’m starting to sweat, it’s so fucking hot in here. My mind goes to the refugees who have been forced to travel in these things for months. I can’t imagine such horror. I slowly push the door open a few inches and peer out. The wind is picking up, but the coast seems clear. I dart out and put my two guns down and quickly relock the container. I bend and pick up the guns and look around nervously. Please don’t let me get caught. I wrap the guns in a towel I have brought and quickly walk back to our room. I push the door open. I was unable to lock it because I don’t have my damn key, and that’s risky in itself. That stupid Stucco could be sneaking around in here. I throw the guns under the bed and then I put another towel over them. I haven’t got time to hide them now. I need to get to the other container while they are all busy. I wonder how long this meeting is going for?
The guns were the main thing I needed to get… now for the cherry on top.
I walk back up onto the deck and glance around, seeing it is still deserted. I take out the other key and walk along the back row of the containers. This one is easier to go undetected, being right up in the back row. I open the lock and go through the same procedure and pull the door closed behind me.