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Written: 16 August 2018

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Marching out Pt 3

by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, M+/F, Incest, Bro/Sis, Action story

My relaxing after shower chat with George was brought to an end by Harry, he was just pulling clean underpants on over his naked, muscular body, "Hey Vicky, We're going to need something for breakfast, have you got your driving licence with you?"

"Sure...why?"

"We need something for breakfast, we can't eat stew and beans again, we need something like cereal, bacon, sausages, eggs, bread, milk and fresh fruit. Can you pop over to the airport and hire a car to do a little shopping."

"We've got two cars outside; I could take one of those."

"Small Island like this, everyone and his aunty is going to know that the Governor General's office has hired those cars. Dress like a tourist, wait in the airport for the next incoming aircraft and watch for its passengers to come through arrivals and then hire a small compact car, tell the hire company that you've just flown in from wherever that plane came from. Hire the car and do a little shopping in town."

I got dressed, in a bikini with a white blouse and rah-rah skirt on top, I had a shoulder bag that was little bigger than an overnight bag but I'd worked a cover story in my head that I was just visiting my parents who were holidaying on the island for the weekend from my own holiday on a neighbouring island. I hung my camera around my neck to add to the feeling that I was a holidaymaker. I'd actually used the camera to photograph all of the physical evidence from our captured terrorists, the photographs had all been sent through to Hereford so that the regiment's intelligence staff could look through everything. Ideally we'd have kept control of all the physical evidence, sent it all through to the intelligence staff but they were over four thousand miles away and the local police force needed the evidence as well.

I walked to the airport terminal; the next inbound flight was a Carib Airlines flight from Barbados. I had to wait for thirty minutes for the first of the passengers to leave the arrivals area, I was about to make a move when I had a stroke of good fortune, an elderly passenger ripped his baggage label off of his suitcase and threw it in the bin next to me. I carefully wrapped the torn label around my bag's handle and then walked over to the car hire desks.

There were two of the major rental companies represented at the airport and a smaller local company, I chose the smaller operator. Made a show of ripping my flight label off of my bag and offered it to the rentals manager to put in his bin for me. I picked the smallest car they had; it was a Hyundai I-ten. I'd have to wait ten minutes as they had only one I-ten left in stock and that was being cleaned after its return from the previous renter, cleaned and having the excess fuel sucked out of its tank.

Something about the chatty rental manager rang a bell with me, he was trying to pick me up but then that was the usual state of affairs with Caribbean men, he even asked me if I wanted to go to a party with him in town later on that evening, I wasn't sure if it was his face that I recognised or his name from his name badge so I made an excuse to go to the bathroom while I waited for my car to be got ready.

I sat on the toilet and went through the photographs; the rental man's name had been Pinney, Leroy Pinney. I found an ID card with Elvis Pinney printed on it and the face looking back at me from the ID card could have been Leroy's face. I plugged my earwig into my ear and called George, Harry answered, George was at Police Headquarters and was out of contact. I got Harry to check with public records to see if our Elvis Pinney was related to Leroy.

Harry soon turned up police reports that indicated Elvis Pinney had a younger brother called Leroy. I Returned to the car hire desk, Leroy wasn't in sight, he was in an office behind the counter and he was talking to someone that looked exactly like Elvis, so much so that the man he was talking to was even wearing the same boiler suit that the men assaulting Marco Polo had worn. I moved away from the counter and called Harry again, "Is there any chance that there is a third brother in the Pinney family?"

Harry got back to me within a few minutes, "It's hard to say for sure but it looks like it was just a mother and two sons, their father disappeared in the early nineteen-eighties!"

"Did their father turn up in the American sweep of the island after they took the island back?"

"I'll get on to Hereford, it'll only take a few minutes, they have set up a pipeline into the CIA for the duration of this campaign."

I was given the keys to the hire car and taken out to look the car over, I was told to check the car over for any damage before I took the car out, I took a dozen photographs of the car on my iPhone, one photograph caught Leroy, I managed to get the man who cleaned the car in another photograph and the final picture caught Elvis Pinnney as he skulked off out of the back door of the car hire office.

"I'll send these pictures to you by email so they are date and time stamped, I'll send a copy to myself as well, just in case you try to charge me for old scratches and bumps. What's your email address?"

Leroy smiled, he obviously thought that his flirting had worked on me, "You can send them to my mobile phone in a photo-text if you like!"

I got his mobile phone number and forwarded the pictures straight from my phone to his.

"There's usually just enough fuel to get you to the nearest petrol station, bring it back empty."

I drove past Elvis waiting at a bus stop, I had to fill my hire car with petrol before I could do anything, I forwarded the picture of Elvis leaving the back of the car hire office to George, he was at the police station anyway so he went down to the cells to check on the five prisoners we'd handed over to the local police.

I heard a crackle in my ear, it was George, "The custody sergeant is dead, all the bad guys have flown the coop and they've taken all of our physical evidence with them, it's going to turn into an almighty shit-storm here, I've just had to report his loss to the Chief of Police, I think he's having a heart attack!"

"Well, it's a good thing that I photographed everything and sent it all off to Hereford before dinner then. A good thing that I've reacquired x-ray number one as well!"

"Do you still have eyes on white control?"

"I do Red leader, he was standing at a bus stop on Maurice Bishop Memorial Highway but a BMW X-Five has just stopped to pick him up."

"No point in my telling you not to follow him I suppose white control?"

"Not a lot...no!"

There was another crackle in my ear, it was Harry, "White control, the BMW has to drive right past the end of our road. We'll cut him off, can't afford to let him reach Saint George's or we'll lose him in the rabbit warren."

We now had a three way conversation, George was warning Harry that Leroy could have his AK-Forty-seven back because everything had been taken from the police station...including the explosive satchel that George had prevented being detonated by killing the terrorist before he had the chance to trigger it. We had pulled all the blasting caps and disassembled the wiring loom so that the bomb couldn't be triggered without a lot of work so it could be safe at that moment.

"Blue leader to white control, can you get in front of the target and fake some kind of breakdown, let the BMW get past you and stop anyone behind him so that he's on his own by the time he gets to us?"

"Blue leader, I've hired a Hyundai I-Ten, not a Ferrari but I'll do my best!"

"Red leader to White control, just be careful, it'll be hard to explain in our report if we let you get broken when you're supposed to be kept out of harm's way!"

"I'll do my best red leader."

I hit the gas and squirted out of the petrol station into a space that no sane person would try but made it, I overtook three cars and was behind the BMW I wriggled out of my shirt and turned the music up to max, I waited for a small gap in the oncoming traffic and then rocketed past the BMW, just at the point where a speed camera was looking for speeding cars on the best road on the whole island. I got past the BMW and then over steered, clipped the curb and spun the little car so that I was facing the BMW. I spotted the assault rifle over Elvis's chest. The BMW had to stop until there was a gap in the oncoming traffic again, I waited until the BMW had crawled past before I restarted my car's engine and started to do a three point turn in front of the car that had been behind the BMW and at that moment was trying to to get past me.

The oncoming traffic had stopped rolling through; our second car at the airport had turned left and blocked the road just out of sight of the BMW. I called out on the radio that I'd seen the AK-Forty-seven in Elvis's lap as the BMW passed me.

It had all happened in a split second, if Elvis had been suspicious that something was going on he didn't have a chance to respond or react. Harry gunned his car just as the front bumper of the BMW was about to pass him, he smashed the car in the front near-side wheel. Blue two was out of his door and resting his H&K MP-five on the roof of the car and shouting instructions to Elvis not to move.

I'd stopped my car in the middle of the road to stop the cars leaving the airport from catching up with the BMW, I ran back along the line of cars telling everyone to get down, use the mass of their car's engines to act as a bullet shield. I heard two pops from down the road, it wasn't loud enough to be blue two's MP-Five, two pops, quickly followed by three barks, 'That's blue two,' went through my head.

The driver's door of the BMW opened and the driver clambered out of his seat and he ran towards my car, he looked confused as he ran, he was using textbook evasion techniques, he was zigging and zagging but always keeping himself between blue two and my car so that blue two couldn't risk shooting in case he missed and shot me or one of the bystanders. His confusion must have been at seeing the women he'd pegged as being a drunken party girl, so drunk that I'd overtaken him in front of a speed limit enforcement camera before swerving to miss an oncoming car and smashing into the curb right in front of him, but now running along the line of cars telling people to keep down.

The running man was wrestling a pistol out of his jacket's pocket as he neared me, I saw it clear his pocket,. There were six cars in the queue waiting to drive into Saint George's, twelve to fifteen potential targets or hostages, mostly American tourists from an American Airlines plane that landed after the flight from Barbados. I jumped into action, unarmed combat one-oh-one, he wasn't fully committed to the pistol yet, he hadn't managed to get his finger into the trigger guard so I had a second at the most before he'd be able to do a lot of damage.

I did a standing leap, I put so much force onto the blow I gave the BMW driver that it ripped the halter strap of my bikini top. I was basically topless as I knelt on x-ray two's chest, I'd crossed my wrists, gripped each side of his collar, balled my hands into fists and was using all my muscle power and weight as well as the force multiplying effect of leverage to force my knuckles into his carotid arteries. I was aiming for a sleeper move but because he had a pistol when I'd started the move, I went way beyond sleeper.

X-ray two wasn't trying to throw me off with both hands, he was struggling to reach his pistol with his stronger right arm while he was fighting me off with his weaker left arm. His resistance had started out weak and half hearted but it rapidly weakened more until all movement stopped.

Blue leader had left blue two pointing his weapon at Elvis Pinney in case he moved and, even in full black combat gear, bulletproof vest, black ski mask Kevlar helmet, heavy boots and carrying his MP-Five, Harry ran the two hundred yards from his car wreck to mine in a little over twenty seconds, he touched my shoulders, "It's okay Ma'am, you can let him go now, he's not going to fight anymore!"

I released my grip on his neck and Harry kicked the gun out of reach, just in case x-ray two was lying 'Doggo', Harry helped me to my feet and then he checked X-ray two's pulse point, looked up at me and shook his head, Harry stood up and he lifted the front of my bikini top, "You're out of uniform Ma'am!"

I fumbled to tie the halter strap behind my neck while Harry went from car to car, he was taking the passengers out of the cars and moving them towards the airport, away from the two dead terrorists.

Green two had run up now from the road block that he and green three had created to block traffic from coming up on our little exercise on their way to the airport, Green three was redirecting the traffic via the long route around to the airport, some passengers were in a panic because we'd made them late for their flight but Green three was explaining over and over again that all flights in and out of Grenada had been held up, it was standard operating procedure for an airport to close down during a terrorist action. Inbound flights were held, circling over the sea, just short of the island and planes already on the tarmac were held in position, all passengers kept inside the terminal building to keep them safe.

I was looking through the rear of the BMW now, there was an FIM-Ninety-two Stinger missile launcher on the back seat as well as padlock keys that were labelled 'Maurice Bishop Airport Emergency Gate four'. Elvis Pinney had a computer printout showing that afternoon's departures from the airport, there was a circle around an American Airlines flight to Bangor that was due to depart in an hour's time.

Blue two was at my side making Elvis's AK-Forty-seven safe, Elvis had fired two shots through the BMW's front windscreen when blue team had smashed into the side of it earlier and there was one in the chamber ready to fire when Elvis had been stopped by three shots of return fire from the MP-Five.

I brandished the printout, "This is what Elvis was doing at the car hire desk, he was using his brother's terminal to get the latest flight schedule off of the airport's secure server to pick an aircraft to shoot down."

Local police had arrived and had taken over blocking the road to and from the airport. Green three had driven the undamaged sedan up to the side of the BMW.

I directed green two and green three to the back door of Island Car hire's office, "I'll take the damaged hire car back to the office to distract Leroy Pinney, you come into his office through the back door!"

The little Hyundai made a scream like an injured animal as I drove it back to the airport, I held back while green two and three drove around the back of the rental car office, as soon as I saw them stop I drove up to the front door, the sound of tortured rubber against metal inner wing brought Leroy running out of the front of the office, "What the fuck have you done to my car?" while I struggled to get out of the car and faked a limp around to the left hand side to where Leroy was looking at his car with its front wheels pointing in different directions, his young assistant had run out of the back of the office to look after what he'd thought was a rental being returned. As soon as he saw the car he knew that it wasn't one of theirs, the black sedan was much larger than any car that they hired out and it was black instead of white, the only colour that the rental company had on its books.

The young man skidded to a stop, he was about to tell green two that he couldn't park on their lot when he noticed the barrel of green three's MP-Five pointing at him through the open window. Green two leaped out of the car and used plasticuffs to silently restrain the young man and push him to the floor and left green three to keep him quiet while he ran through the back room of the car rental office.

I hobbled until I was next the Leroy, "It wasn't my fault, I was just driving along and all hell broke out...huge men, all dressed in black...they were all over the place, shooting at cars randomly, I just ducked out of sight and I ran into the curb."

Leroy looked worried; startled in fact...there was a hint of agitation in his voice as he said, "Where did that happen?"

"Down the main road, just by the end of the airport fence, men all in black seemed to jump right out of the ground...just like the one behind you right now."

Leroy spun on his heels, his right hand went for his hip, my hand was on his hip before his hand reached the hand grip of a Beretta pistol.

"That wouldn't be a smart move Leroy."

Leroy looked even more shocked when he realised that I was pulling his pistol out of his trouser pocket. I obviously must have played the party girl really well earlier when I rented the car, Leroy had been flirting with me while I was waiting for my hire car to be made ready. I'd noticed that part of the hire scam was to take in hire cars with part full gas tanks and use an assisted vacuum pump to drain most of the petrol...was it to use in their own car or...

I ran through to where green three was standing over the young guy that cleaned the cars. There was a fire exit from the airport's lounge...not the main lounge, it was their Admiral's Club lounge where the first class passengers from American Airlines would wait for their flights to board, at the rear of the car hire office, by the fence separating the outside world from airport property. Two oil drums stood by the fence, they both had signs that said, 'American Airlines Fire Point'.

The drums were used all over the island for mounting road signs on, filled with concrete they made an almost permanent mounting point for signs but portable enough to be moved as often as needed. I tried to rock the first barrel, it was heavy but it did move a little, it sloshed as it fell back, it was two thirds full of liquid and I could guess what liquid it was. I looked at the bottom edge of the barrel, a magnetic box was attached to the rear of the barrel about a foot from the floor, the second barrel was exactly the same.

I drew green three's attention to the set up, the magnetic box had what appeared to be a microphone attached to it, a directional mike pointed towards the area where the aircraft would sit while being loaded. Green three backed away, he caught the collar of the boy on the floor trussed up like turkey and dragged him to his feet. He found the white phone in the hire car area, the phone that would link passengers through to information; they put him through to the airport manager. I could hear both sides of the conversation through my communications link, all of our men on the island could, Green three's throat mike picked up the sound in the telephone's earpiece through 'Inductive Coupling'.

Green three explained who he was and then started with, "Just shut up for a moment..."

The airport manager was going crazy because we'd just had a shoot out at the side of his perimeter fence that had closed his airport down and was venting down the telephone at Green three.

"...this is your ball park sir and we need your analysis of what we've found so far. Two bad guys, one anti aircraft missile, they were at your perimeter fence with padlock keys for emergency gate number four...what are your initial thoughts?"

"What kind of missile?"

"Very modern missile, A Turkish made stinger missile sir."

"Well, they didn't need to be anywhere near the airport, that missile could bring down any of our aircraft from anywhere on the island just about."

"Is there anything special about the gate they had the key for?"

"It's by the fuel storage tanks, the key is for the fire department to get close to put out fuel fires."

"I'm assuming that your fuel tanks are well away from passenger areas or aircraft?"

"They are, the only thing that's special about that area of the airfield is that it's opposite the apron area where passengers load onto the aircraft."

"Thank you sir, you've been most helpful, I'll call you again when I can give you your airport back."

Red leader came in on my earpiece, "They were going to blow the American airlines jet on the apron as it was being pushed back, that would have killed all the passengers and crew as well as any passengers in the arrivals and departures area. Airport staff would then empty the airport through the fire exits and the passengers would be shepherded to the fire assembly points where the timers on the detonators would have been started by the microphones picking up the sound of the explosions. They've probably set the timer for five minutes. They'd empty most of the passengers out of the airport in five minutes."

Green three chirped up, "There are a lot of high points around that they could have fired a missile down into that area."

That variant of stinger missile has two targeting sensors, it uses infrared as well as ultraviolet detectors to hit an aircraft even if it's using flares to distract the missile, it also has a self destruct built in, if it doesn't pick up the right target in the first kilometre it self detonates. They needed to get close to the aircraft because the missile just flies straight for first two hundred meters before it starts to look for the target. They didn't just want to down one aircraft, they wanted the airport as well."

The fire brigade came in once everything was as safe as it could be made, they used the same pump that Leroy had set up to empty car's petrol tanks to drain the two oil drum bombs of fuel before refilling the drums with sea water. Each barrel was then moved to a safe location and a small explosive charge was used to destroy the detonator.

We'd decided not to trust the local police station with our three newly acquired prisoners, we called on the help of our American cousins, they had an aircraft carrier one hundred miles south of Grenada, one of our group of terrorists potential targets, they could have been planning to use the Marco Polo's 'Ice cutting' bow to ram the aircraft carrier. The Americans sent a Grumman C-Two Greyhound to land at Grenada's airport, they delivered a squad of their own Seals to help with our ongoing search for terrorists and the Greyhound returned to their ship with our three prisoners.

It was ten PM by the time we could stand down and get some food. Tomorrow we'd start the job of looking for the rest of the terror cell, we'd started out with eleven men that had attacked the cruise ship, we knew that there had to be at least one other member working at police headquarters, another probably working at the fire station, we had captured two more at the car hire company so an unusually high number of members for a terrorist cell, fifteen or sixteen members.

The American's brought fifteen seals and a full lieutenant into the theatre of operations and a different attitude. Their aircraft brought all the comforts of home as well as the men, they had all the food they'd need for a protracted stay on the island as well as things like a fridge and freezer and a full portable cooker. We happily retired Paul as our cook and let the American cook feed us.

I had a mission conference with Gus, the American's lieutenant, he picked up on the fact that Leroy had been eager to get me to go with him to a 'Full Moon' party that was happening at that very moment on the other side of the island. Gus and I took one of Leroy's hire cars, naturally, we didn't fill in any paperwork, kind of, 'Spoils of war,' type of thing. We both had photographs of the missing terrorists as we walked around the beach party.

I was again playing the dizzy redheaded tourist character, pretending to drink too much, dancing with everyone in sight. The party was a regular pickup spot for local men looking for a little pussy action from a woman that would be off the island and out of their hair within a fortnight.

I was distracted from my task by a barman, I'd seen him pouring a woman a drink and then he'd palmed a pill into that drink. The woman was a leggy blond, she was actually wearing a bikini with a chiffon scarf tied around her waist, I'd seen her with a group of seven other American women, they were on some kind of hen night but the woman I'd just seen being sold a very suspicious drink was the only blond.

It was quite well known that local Afro-Caribbean men preferred to have sex with blond haired women, especially if they were natural blonds with either green or blue eyes.

I watched the woman dancing with one black man as she drank her doctored drink, she started to move sluggishly and the man she was dancing with slowly moved her to the fringe of the party, to the edge of the area of the beach that was lit by the lights from the various bars. I followed the movements and suddenly the barman and one of his friends came out of the blue and helped the black dance partner to pick the woman up and carry her further into the darkness.

I could hear her repeating "No!" over and over again as she was being carried away from her friends.

"Gus, I think an American woman is being kidnapped!"

"Where?"

"She was dancing outside the Mojito Shack, and she's being carried north along the beach by three men."

I could hear Gus' breathing heavily as he ran towards my position. I was just ahead of him, three men turned into five and then seven, the last two both had guns, Gus ran straight into the group and before he could do anything there was a flash and a bang and Gus went down.

I started screaming "Man down...man down!"

The seven men were actually more like eleven, there were men behind me, I got a blow on my jaw out of the black night, I spiralled down to the sand, I wasn't out, I was stunned but before I could respond strong hands were pulling me into the back of a Tata Party-bus. The blond was on her back on a double seat behind the driver's seat in the back of the bus, she was stripped naked and the three men who'd started out taking the woman from the party were all wearing ski-masks, they all took turns at fucking her while the other eight men watched, I was surprised that I hadn't been restrained, I'd just been pushed into a corner in the back of the bus and two guys were standing in front of me to keep me in place behind the back row of seats.

'Big mistake boys, you should have at least searched me or tied my hands behind my back!'

I started screaming, calling for help, "Help me, I'm in the back of the blue Party-bus!"

I knew that no one at the party would hear me over the music and anyway, the doors and windows of the bus were all closed but the people at the party weren't the ones listening in. My nine man SAS team were back at the old army barracks and every one of them were listening in on the main communications unit.

I got a back-hander across the other side of my jaw and was told to shut up.

"Why did you shoot that man? He wouldn't have been a problem to you, once he saw you had that huge gun, he crapped himself, he wouldn't have caused you any trouble!"

I'd got my message across the radio, my team all knew that Gus was down and soon, Gus' team would know too and they'd all know that the bad men were armed and willing to shoot people.

"He was probably a kid of one of the American bastards that killed my father in eighty-three, all Americans deserve to die for what they did to my island back then."

I watched as all three men fucked the naked American tourist, it was easy to see too because the inside of the bus was lit up by a floodlight mounted on top of a video camera so that the action could be filmed clearly.

"We can leave the film on the dead American's body, save us postage on sending the film to the woman's family."

I saw the tape from the video camera being pushed inside Gus' shirt front and then there were eight black men, me and the blond woman all in the Party-bus. Earlier in the evening the highly decorated bus I was on had been driven around Saint George's tourist areas, large loud speakers on the roof playing music and announcing that there was a party on the beach at Grenville Bay.

"Anyone else want to fuck the blond while I drive us home?"

I saw seven men look at the naked American woman's body, her left leg was pulled up and away from her right leg, three men's semen oozed out of her body, her leg was thrown back down, "No way, this one's full...but we have a ginger woman, she's English so she won't be as much fun as the American but she'll keep us entertained for a few days.

I fought them off as best as I could, the only advantage I'd got was that being trapped in the corner behind a seat meant that they couldn't all rush me at once. I dished out black eyes and bloody noses galore and then the fight stopped, we had hit a traffic problem of some kind on the narrow road leading to the mountain.

The men stepped back and a big black fucker pointed the gun that had been used to shoot Gus with, "Right, your choice Missy, you can let us all fuck you willingly or I'll shoot you in both arms and we'll fuck you anyway!"

He brought the rifle up to his eye, there was a distant pop from out in the darkness rather than a loud bang. A flash of surprise crossed the gun man's face before he slumped slowly to the floor of the bus.

Everyone looked down at the gunman, they were all shocked and surprised as a trickle of brown ran across the rubber floor mat, in better light I knew that the chocolate brown trickle would be bright red.

I smiled at their panic and said, "Surrender right now guys and walk away from this mess and into prison, the man you shot on the beach was an American Seal, your compadre was probably killed by one of his men!"

The nearest man to the fallen gunman dived for the rifle but was dead before his fingers reached the gun. I gasped because I was probably in a direct line between the gunman and the guy reaching for the gun, a bullet could easily have gone all the way through and hit me as an afterthought. My earwig crackled, "Don't worry white control, we're using tumble rounds, not the full metal jackets that the Seals would be using, we sent them off looking for their Rupert.

There was a megaphone announcement from the darkness, "Get your hands in the air and walk slowly off of the bus...NOW!"

There was another pop, louder this time and from about six inches to my left, my left hand side was suddenly very wet. A hole appeared in the side of the bus in front of the seat that I was huddled behind. We call it explosive entry but it was more a rapid cutting than an explosion and the water came from a bag of water that surrounded the linear blasting chord to focus the cutting force in one direction rather than all around.

I slithered under the seat just as two suppressed MP-Five barrels came through the opening that had just been made in the side of the bus. There was the shock of the explosive entry and the added shock of looking down the barrels of two machine guns. I snatched at the rifle that had been pointing at me seconds earlier, the shoulder strap was trapped under the dead man's body so I had to reach further and pop the magazine out of the gun to make it safe. I threw the now detached magazine through the opening in the side of the bus. The Grenadians all surrendered, they were smiling at each other as they left the bus.

They were all forced face down on the road with their hands zip tied behind their backs while I tried to wake the American woman. George's hand patted my shoulder, "The ambulance is a minute away and coming in hot, she'll be in good hands in a few seconds."

George took over looking after the American woman and I took his MP-Five, I hooked its strap over my shoulder like a shoulder bag and I switched my communications unit to loud speaker and I went and stood in front of the seven terrorists, they all looked up at me and they suddenly looked confused at seeing me standing in front of them with a machinegun in my hands.

I flicked my radio to 'Tac-three'. "White command to November-two..."

My hip barked out "Go white command!"

"How's November leader?"

"He's bleeding badly but he's managed to get a date with the doctor who's patching him up at the hospital."

"The x-ray that shot Gus on the beach is down and out...November-two, when we arrested these jokers they seemed very happy at the thought of being sent to the local hoosegow, can you think of anything that could wipe the smile off of their faces?"

"White command, we've got a Greyhound on its way from the George Washington to medi-vac Gus out but we could give him a little longer to have his date with that pretty doctor, use his transport to send your seven prisoners on a long holiday on Uncle Sam."

"Thanks for that November-two, I'll have them gift wrapped and sent to the airport for you."

I'd wiped the smile off of their faces and just as the ambulance turned up for the American woman too.

I went with the woman to the hospital, I sent one of the American Seals to the Mojito Bar to arrest the barman and to take him to our hanger to wait for us to question him. I had samples taken from the woman, the semen would be mixed, there were after all three men's worth of spunk in the woman, I had the samples sent to the American aircraft carrier for DNA testing as I couldn't trust any of the local services as the terrorists seemed to have friends all over the island.

The hospital was very small and wasn't really set up to deal with the kind of injuries that Gus and the two crew members from Marco Polo had, The Greyhound that had been sent in to evacuate Gus had two doctors trained in battlefield injuries as well as a gaggle of nurses that wouldn't be needed now that the medi-vac mission had changed to one of prisoner transport so they stayed behind to help the hospital staff look after the terrorist's victims.

It was one o'clock when I popped my head around the corner of the ward that held Sandip and his friend from Marco Polo, they were both in pain and still awake. I got a surprised look off of Sandip because of the way that I was dressed, he didn't expect an officer of the British Army to be dressed in a bikini and sarong while on active service.

I had to smile at Sandip's reaction, "I was on undercover work at the 'Full Moon Party', the local police let all of the bad guys go free so we're trying to mop them up again."

"How are things going sir?"

"Well, we've found more bad guys but reduced their number by three this afternoon and captured eleven but we're not giving them back to the local police, We've exported them for a Caribbean cruise on the American aircraft carrier George Washington heading for Cuba."

Sandip smiled, "This island will be a better place with them gone sir."

"You'll be pleased to know that we've brought in specialists to help make you better Sandip, doctors and nurses trained in battlefield injuries."

I snatched two hours in bed with George and was woken at six by the sound of five Puma helicopters from USS George Washington hovering over our end of the airport's runway. The airport took it's first aircraft in at six-thirty as a rule so the airport was officially still closed. Five Puma helicopters and seventy-five US Marines.

It evolved over the next hour that the blond rape victim from the Full Moon Party wasn't a random party-goer, she was the daughter of a senator who was a senior member of the Armed Forces Appropriation Committee and she had been kidnapped as an attempted political coup for the terrorists. I had to move to the airport's control tower to set up a command and control centre and use the airports powerful radars to guide the Pumas in their search for the terrorist's camp.

My team had boots on the ground, they were scoping out possible targets and using our radio network to inform me and I was using an American radio...Gus's radio...to relay directions.

George was at Police headquarters and he'd found enough proof to point the finger of suspicion at the Chief of Police but as the suspect was the Chief of Police George couldn't get him arrested on his own island.

George had spoken to the Governor General who had intimated that Her Majesties Government would prefer not to have a court case against the Chief of Police...washing the islands dirty washing in public.

The anti terror action was so massive that thirty local people had been picked up in the sweep, all thirty had been brought to the airport. George had invited the Chief of Police to the airport to interrogate the prisoners, George separated the Chief away from the rest of his staff and took him up the steps of the first Greyhound from the USS George Washington on the pretext of talking to Gus, the Rupert that was shot the day before.

"This doesn't look like a medical transport Red Leader!"

"Slight cock-up sir, the first aircraft was supposed to be 'Med-evac one', seems that 'Con-air One' got in first!' if you take a seat I'll get on the net and find out where they've got to!"

George had the ankle chains around the Police Chief's ankles before he knew what was happening. The Police chief's surprise was short lived and he was on his mobile phone in an instant, trying to call in his officers to help him off the aircraft.

"The electronic warfare countermeasures have been activated on this aircraft sir so your telephone is being jammed and you'll be spending the next few years in Cuba, explaining your relationship to the island's terrorists."

The aircraft could usually take twenty eight passengers in its troupe transport role or twelve stretchers when it was in its med-evac role but for our prisoner transport role it would take sixteen prisoners and up to ten guards.

There was a last minute change of plans with the evacuation of Gus, they had planned to fly him out to the aircraft carrier but on a bit of a toss of a coin, it was decided that San Jose in Costa Rica was closer than the ship and the hospital there would be a better location to treat Gus and Gus insisted on the two crew members from Marco Polo fly with him so that they could be looked after in a larger hospital...an American hospital.

George gave me a kiss and he dropped my suitcases on the tarmac, "Your temporary assignment is over for the moment darling, I have suggested that Gus might need someone to fetch and carry for him until he's back on his feet and he's offered you a flight over to Costa Rico with him, I'm going to ask for you to go into training to become an SAS officer, we can't afford to lose someone who's as good at dealing with stressful situations as you were on this assignment. That last kiss was George's kiss good by...but only for the moment. My next kiss came from Gus as he welcomed me onto Med-evac one and I sat between Gus and Sandip.

"Marco Polo will be in Port Lemon on Sunday before they sail back to England, I think your captain will be visiting you in hospital to make sure that I'm looking after you properly."

I turned up at the hospital in San Jose early the following morning only to find that they had very strict visiting rules, I was told that I'd have to return at two o'clock in the afternoon and I'd have to leave by four o'clock...now that wasn't part of my plan so it took me ten minutes to 'Borrow' a candy-stripers uniform and name badge and I walked back into the hospital through the front door.

Gus had gone through yet another operation on his gunshot wound and was waiting for someone to feed him, his breakfast gloop was sitting on the over-bed table getting cold because it was painful for him to move his arms.

I pulled up a chair and tried to cut a sausage with the plastic knife and fork provided by the hospital. I got my own 'K-bar' assault knife from my shoulder bag and used that to slice up the meat part of Gus's breakfast. I was feeding him one forkful at a time just as a pompous American General strutted into the room with two armed guards behind him, he barked "Out!" at me at the top of his voice.

Gus's hand moved over mine, even though it gave him great pain to move his arm, "Don't Victoria!"

The General gave me a surprised look because I hadn't run at his first bark and then he saw the familiar black outline of the killing knife under my palm with Gus's hand now on top of mine. "You'd better leave us alone Vicky, I don't want a dead General and two injured guards on my conscience."

I looked up at the general and smiled, "It'll take me just a few more moments to finish giving Gus his breakfast, there's a coffee machine down the corridor where you can get what passes for coffee around here, I'll tell you when it's safe to come back on the ward."

The General was spluttering that he was a general and couldn't be treated like this by a damned candy striper when one of his two armed guards whispered in his ear, "General, I think that's the woman from the CNN news clip last night...you know, the women that was filmed by a tourist killing that terrorist with her bare hands and her bare breasts out as well!"

I pushed another fork full of food into Gus's mouth; he chuckled as he chewed a slice of bacon with egg and tomato on it. "I've never seen a general go so white before!"

After finishing feeding Gus I went to the coffee area, "He's free now...don't agitate him." As I spoke I was wiping the blade of my 'K-bar' knife on a serviette.

"I'm sorry I barked at you ma'am, are you with the British SAS?"

"I was on assignment with them on operational duties but for the moment I'm looking after the three casualties and seeing that they get better as quickly as possible. "Forgive me but I read the reports from the operation and...well, I couldn't find you on our database of SAS operatives."

"The SAS is a secret organisation; I'm the most secret of the secret!"

I walked off to find Sandip and his shipmate to see if there was anything I could do for them to make their stay in the hospital more bearable.

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