Arkady Denizen finished a spin with his Chaparral 307 SSX cruiser and drifted across the water smoothly. The engine didn't make much sound, expect a quiet rumbling that faded into the background and to the back of his ears. He looked across the water. Nothing; no one. Just a sea of blue. Yet it wasn't a sea. Arkady smiled. It was part of a property of some wealthy businessman who had included the body of water with his purchase of the island. Arkady had been sent to stay here for a week. That was what his training had given him.
Arkady felt a breeze go past him and untinetelly, he flinched, as a certain realization hit him. Everything has a price. He had reminded himself before he had signed up. A safe rule to live by was the bigger the reward, the greater the risk. But now was hardly a time to think about that, and the rationalizing would be better off doing in a time where he wasn't on active duty. His pants pocket buzzed. Arday reached in, fumbled and got out his smartphone. "Hello?" he answered, though he had a feeling he knew who was on the line. The number wasn't meant to be called unintentionally.
"Have you received the package?" The voice on the other line was soft, precise. The accent was unplacable, maybe a mix of German or Italian. "Yes," Ardachy answered. "It will be done tonight. There's no need to worry." There was a faint click from the other end of the line. "Good," said the caller. "Be on the first flight out tomorrow." The line disconnected with the end of his words, and was left ringing in a monotonous tone until Arkady shut it off. There were no more words left to be said. He took a glance at his watch. 3:00. Ten minutes away from deck. A cold breeze went past him, and Arkady looked up to see dark, heavy clouds forming in the midst of the darkening sky. It was going to rain soon. He was sure of it. Suddenly, a wave of unease passed through him. Arkady didn't know what was wrong, but he felt as if something was out of place. He shrugged the feeling off. The sooner he would arrive on land, the better.
The boat sailed along the water rumbling, a warning of the thunderstorm that was about to come. He shifted the gear to one mode faster, and the boat sputtered, gave an angry growl, and tore across the lake.
Everything was fine, until Arkady sensed a movement from the corner of his eye. The lighthouse of the island… He could only see the top of it. The yellow of the light was a hazy, dim blank dot in the middle of the sky. Arkady fumbled for his gun, which had slipped sideways, hanging limply from his belt, and turned around. A second was all he had to realize he was too late. Before he could even cry out, he was thrown backwards, his head hitting the side of the motorized boat.
The boat twisted angry, and its motor screamed as it lost control of itself. The structure gave a violent sway and the dead man was flung halfway into the water. For a horrible moment, the lower part of his body, splayed out on the side of the deck, did a crazy dance, while the remainder of his torso and head bobbed in and out of the water in jagged bursts. A few seconds later, his whole body followed through with his head, and the water greedily passed over him like a blanket, swallowing him up. For a brief moment, there was a feeling of total, quiet calm. The only evidence of anything ever happening were the streaks and splatters of red across the floor and sides of the boat. As a second wave passed, the boat lost balance and overturned.
The rain had begun to come quietly- gently, even, as the boat arrived on the mainland. The remainder of the blood in it washed away in a thin line, which trailed into the awaiting water. For a while, the motor emitted a long, suffocating howl. But soon, it stopped with a quiet sputter, as if it had finally accepted its fate. The rain was pouring now. Slapping the sandy beach ground, which receded to the blows, darkening, as somewhere in the distance, a figure made his way through the steps of the lighthouse, dimming the light behind him.