Mr Campbell walked to the end of the jetty and stared across the lagoon. Mr Salt had radioed in Bianca's location. There, hiding in plain sight was a little cabin nestled on the opposite shore; invisible at night but obvious in the morning sunshine. Bianca had been hiding under his nose the entire time.,
Now all Mr Campbell had to do was wait, while the hired goons prepared the boat that would take him across to his prize.
The new problem was how they were going to escape from the island. This was supposed to have been a night raid. The plan was to come and go in a flash. Snatch Bianca from her bed and leave the rest of the party helpless to stop them. Now they had been forced to take hostages; let their faces be seen. Time was running out and thanks to the stupidity of the mercenaries he'd employed, this was no longer a clean operation.
The moment the first person was shot there was no way that there wouldn't be retaliation. His employers had informed him that the local navy were sending patrols to their location. The so called navy were little more than pirates themselves and were very likely to shoot first and ask questions later.
In preparation for a speedy departure the mercenaries' boat was being loaded and so was the chopper. Mr Campbell sighed. He had to work out the best way to get Bianca off of the island and into his employer's hands. He had lots of ideas but not many options.
The only thing that mattered now was making a clean getaway. If he could keep the asset alive as well, all the better.
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Very short chapter today - in preparation for the big action sequence tomorrow.