Chapter 3
After the visit the group returned to their cars, and Steve reminded Sima to behave, as did Gibbs to Tony.
"Yes Boss," they replied in unison.
They drove back onto the Washington Parkway, but something was bothering Sima, the car she had seen earlier parked up, appeared to be following their cars, and she asked Tony if there was a more scenic route, and well she was a tourist so to speak, but if her hunch was right she would call Steve.
"Sure," Tony replied as he slipped off the freeway and into the countryside. Sima sighed as she saw the car speed on; she would call her Boss later.
They hadn't driven more than a couple of miles and were just south of South Laurel when a car came racing towards them; it was the one Sima had seen tailing them.
"Gonna chuck a yewy, Seppo," Sima shouted pointing to the car whizzing the other way.
"A what?" Tony shouted.
"I think Sima suggests you do a U turn, and a Seppo, I believe is a Yank, coming from the cockney slang Seppo, septic tank, Yank, American," Tim translated.
"Well thank you McLingo, coming from the DiNozzo urban dictionary, meaning, know it all linguist."
"Bit touchy is your partna'? And anyone get the rego of the Vee dub?" Sima asked.
"Rego…and vee dub, ahh come on," Tony again shouted as he tried to do the turn.
"Yeah, like rego, the registration and a Vee tub as in Volkswagen," she replied.
"Like nope," as they heard a bang and the car suddenly swerve off the road and into a banking, "Great now a flat," Tony whined.
"Strewth, someone just spat the dummy," Sima laughed, looking at Tim, in the vanity mirror.
"I am not, a dummy," as the car came to a halt.
"Naw, just lost the plot did we Tony?" Tim smiled.
The four got out the car to look at the damage of the fender, and the tyre.
"Bit of a bingle and looks like a boomer hit ya, you really should get roo bars fitted."
"Better call the Boss," Tim sighed taking his cell from his pocket and calling Gibbs.
"Know where we are?" Sima now ventured.
"Nope."
"So we're k's south of Woop Woop or in other words in the middle of nowhere," Sima shouted throwing her arms in the air, "How you ever exist, I have no idea", as she now stormed off up the road before shouting, "Oi, someone's carked it over here."
As Tony turned to Tim, "Carked?"
"Died, Tony, died as in snuffed it, as in life gone, as in….'E's kicked the bucket, 'e's shuffled off 'is mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisible," Tim laughed.
"So the Great McOz speaks again," Tony answered back annoyed, "And please, McBoa', please, not the Monty Python sketch."
"Ok, right on, but then Tony, you ain't dead either….. yet," Tim smiled, walking over to join Sima, who was now staring down the banking into a ditch. The body was face down but you could see the skull was red.
"Looks like he was hit with a tyre iron,…before hitting his head on the snag," as she pointed to the ground, and then the tree stump, which had a red mark.
"McLinguist, now what did the lady say?" as Tony arrived with Ellie. "And we certainly have hit a snag, as I have no idea."
"Sima, is pointing out that the guy died, from blunt force trauma to the head, either initially by the crowbar," pointing to the ground, "Or by hitting his head on the tree stump which is slightly submerged by the undergrowth or in this case the overgrowth," Tim laughed. "So to me, it stands out like shag on the rock or even Tony, if you excuse the expression, dog's balls, eh Sima."
"Ripper, and by the pozzy of the body, I would say rolled there from the road."
They didn't notice Ellie go over and start to go through the victim's pockets.
"Guys, we have a real problem, the deceased is one CPO Australian Navy, by the name of Bruce Lee, that the sailor you and Steve were following?" Ellie asked.
"Yep, that's the guy. But what we really need now, is to get back to D.C., and maybe we need a ute to get out of here or a' we going to limp to the servo. And I reckon we a' 8 clicks from the nearest one."
"Ok, will someone decipher what was just said please, and you have to be joking, I mean Bruce Lee," Tony muttered.
"Sorry Tony, but Lee is the 7th most common surname in Australia, and well he is Chinese," as Ellie looked at the deceased, "And Tony, what Sima just said was, we need a breakdown truck or are we going to go under our own steam, as the nearest gas station and garage, is 8 kilometres away or 5 miles."
"Great, now you're at it," poor Tony wailed.
They didn't see Tim again on his cell, "Boss, now we got a real problem," as he began to explain.
Sima turned to face Tony, "Look, I don't suppose you are familia' with some of our sayings, but then again I don't understand your lingo," Sima replied staring Tony in the eyes.
"In the States "familia" can mean the family, or the Cosa Nostra, and yes the Boss is "familia"" Tony replied, the emphasis on familia, "With the family so to speak, since we helped put away a member of the Reynosa Cartel, Alejandro Rivera," placing his hands on his hips.
"Yeah and who is taking his place, a Mexican?" Sima asked.
"Like yeah, they usually are," Tony replied.
"No, a Mexican…. from over the border, down under," she added.
"What Sima is trying to say is in her country a Mexican is a person from south of the Queensland, or New South Wales border, probably another Melbournian," Tim again translated, closing his cell.
"Like I said they usually are," Tony shouted back.
"Hey, you got kangaroos loose in the top paddock?" she shouted at Tony.
"I think she just told Tony he was intellectually inadequate," Ellie translated, looking at Tim.
"Oi, can we stop the arguing please," Tony shouted, "As Senior Field agent here can I make a decision?"
"No," Tim, Ellie and Sima replied in unison, as Tim wondered if he should call Gibbs again.