He peered out of the door, scanning the front of the medical centre for movement.
Clear.
He motioned for Mila to follow him as they crept towards the door, Mila still carrying the stretcher under her arm.
Dobby reached the entrance and checked again for movement, but the dog and its handler were gone.
Behind him Mila was close to hyperventilating.
“Be brave and keep close to me,” he murmured.“We’re going to move fast as soon as the coast is clear.”
“Dobby, where are you?”
Joker’s voice sounded loud in his ear.
“A bit delayed.Car is about five hundred metres into the village.”He placed Mila’s hand on his shoulder.He gave it a reassuring squeeze and her breathing changed to longer breaths.She hadn’t given in to her fear yet.
“Need me to fetch it?”asked Joker.
“Yeah.”Hopefully the waves wouldn’t be as big anymore and the car would be above its reach.
He shifted away from the medical centre, and as he cleared the back wall, he spotted two men with powerful torches, leaving the area.
They shifted the beams out to the ocean and the dog was a smaller shadow beside them.
Then Dobby spotted the receding water.
Shit.
Using such powerful torches was a disadvantage.Anything beyond the beam would be impossible to see as their eyes weren’t adjusted to the darkness.
“We need to move fast,” he murmured taking Mila’s hand.“Stay out of reach of those torch beams.”
And pray they didn’t send the dog after them.He picked up two dead fish from the ground and handed them to Mila.
“Let’s go.”
She nodded and together they ran across the open ground.It only took a second before something they stepped on let out a loud crack.
Alarmed voices sounded behind them.
“They’re ordering the dog to search,” Mila whispered.
“Faster.”
They sprinted over the low debris and then climbed over a mound.Behind them came more shouts, but the men weren’t close enough to see them, and they were heading for high ground.
The dog on the other hand…
Its patter of paws was getting closer.Dobby turned as it launched its way over the mound.He raised his gun, praying he didn’t have to use it.
A fish flew past him and almost hit the dog.It was enough of a distraction to make it stop, sniff the fish, and chomp into it.
Dobby grinned.“Good aim.”
The dog sniffed the air and then wagged its tail with a little hesitation.
“Keep moving.”He backed away, and the dog didn’t follow.
