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Crouching Tiger: Chapter 10
By Marissa
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Seven Months Later.....
Harm wiped the sweat forming on his tanned forehead and squinted at the noonday sun. Any minute now Miguel, his errand boy, should be returning with the marine paint he needed to finish his boat that he was remodeling.
"There," he muttered as he pounded in his last nail. He stepped back to admire his handy work.
He had bought the old schooner about two months ago. At the time, the old and withered boat had barely been able to support itself in the water. Now all it needed was a fresh coat of paint and it would be good as new.
Harm glanced up the beach at his small summer cabin. Still no Miguel. He sighed and stripped off his shirt. He needed relief from the sweltering sun and swimming in the crystal clear ocean seemed like the best option. He wadded into the pounding surf, ducked underwater and began swimming away from shore. When he finally looked back he was startled to see two figures standing on the beach. The smaller of the two was waving frantically. Harm squinted at them and stuck out swimming back to shore. When he got closer, the smaller figure came running into the water towards Harm. It was Miguel.
"Sir! Sir! There is a woman here to see you!"
Harm shook his head and continued his trudge towards shore. "Miguel, I'm not expecting anyone."
"I know, but she said it was urgent."
Harm looked away from the small island boy and to the woman standing on the shore.
"Hello Harm."
Harm stopped dead in his tracks, the waves running circles around his calves.
"Ma...Ma...Mac," Harm stuttered. "How did you find me?"
She smiled. "I have my ways. Remember what you said to me in Russia? I hope the offer still stands."
Harm's features clouded over. "Of course it does, but what about JAG? And your life back in America?"
"I resigned a few weeks ago and came to find you. You're a hard man to resist Harm."
Harm's face broke into broad grin and he rushed forward to grab her in a tight embrace, placing a fierce kiss on her lips. "So, is this where it ends?"
Mac shook her head. "No Harm, this is where it begins."
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THE END
Hope you enjoyed my story, because it was actually really fun to write. This whole "Harm is a Russian" thing played out very nicely, but very differently from how I first had it envisioned. I'd like to thank Tom Clancy and Robert Ludlum for all the terrific ideas their books gave me. I'd also like to thank everyone who let me know how much they enjoyed this story. All right. This is Marissa, signing off.
Crouching Tiger: Chapter 10
By Marissa
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Seven Months Later.....
Harm wiped the sweat forming on his tanned forehead and squinted at the noonday sun. Any minute now Miguel, his errand boy, should be returning with the marine paint he needed to finish his boat that he was remodeling.
"There," he muttered as he pounded in his last nail. He stepped back to admire his handy work.
He had bought the old schooner about two months ago. At the time, the old and withered boat had barely been able to support itself in the water. Now all it needed was a fresh coat of paint and it would be good as new.
Harm glanced up the beach at his small summer cabin. Still no Miguel. He sighed and stripped off his shirt. He needed relief from the sweltering sun and swimming in the crystal clear ocean seemed like the best option. He wadded into the pounding surf, ducked underwater and began swimming away from shore. When he finally looked back he was startled to see two figures standing on the beach. The smaller of the two was waving frantically. Harm squinted at them and stuck out swimming back to shore. When he got closer, the smaller figure came running into the water towards Harm. It was Miguel.
"Sir! Sir! There is a woman here to see you!"
Harm shook his head and continued his trudge towards shore. "Miguel, I'm not expecting anyone."
"I know, but she said it was urgent."
Harm looked away from the small island boy and to the woman standing on the shore.
"Hello Harm."
Harm stopped dead in his tracks, the waves running circles around his calves.
"Ma...Ma...Mac," Harm stuttered. "How did you find me?"
She smiled. "I have my ways. Remember what you said to me in Russia? I hope the offer still stands."
Harm's features clouded over. "Of course it does, but what about JAG? And your life back in America?"
"I resigned a few weeks ago and came to find you. You're a hard man to resist Harm."
Harm's face broke into broad grin and he rushed forward to grab her in a tight embrace, placing a fierce kiss on her lips. "So, is this where it ends?"
Mac shook her head. "No Harm, this is where it begins."
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THE END
Hope you enjoyed my story, because it was actually really fun to write. This whole "Harm is a Russian" thing played out very nicely, but very differently from how I first had it envisioned. I'd like to thank Tom Clancy and Robert Ludlum for all the terrific ideas their books gave me. I'd also like to thank everyone who let me know how much they enjoyed this story. All right. This is Marissa, signing off.