She tugged on her rope and started climbing out the window.
The woman was incredible.
Dobby prayed the rope would hold, and she’d have enough arm strength to lower herself down.
When she passed the second storey window, he slid down the tree and ran across to the motorbike, keeping his gaze roaming for hostiles.
An almighty crack at the room Mila had just vacated and he paused next to the motorbike as Agus’s head appeared at the window.His arm moved, gun in hand and Dobby raised his rifle and shot.Blood spurted from Agus’s shoulder and he stumbled out of view.
Mila was on the ground and limping towards him.He kickstarted the bike and sped over to her, half an eye on the window above, but no one else appeared in it.
He slid the bike to a stop next to Mila and she jumped on.
There was a shout from above but he didn’t turn.He accelerated towards the jungle, keeping low against the handlebars.
Gunshots rang out and Mila squeezed him tighter as he bumped into the jungle and followed the path he’d taken to get here.
As much as he would have preferred to take the road, he didn’t want people to see them.
It would raise too many questions.
He slowed out of necessity as he bounced over roots, but the bike’s suspension was state-of-the art and handled it with ease.
He couldn’t take his eyes off his path to glance behind as he tore through the jungle, the village not far to his left.
Mila relaxed against him, holding tightly, but not stiffly, moving with the bike.
They burst out of the trees, crossed the road that led up the mountain and back into the jungle again.
Not far now until they’d reach the beach where he’d left the zod.He bounced over a high root and Mila shrieked, her weight lifting from the seat behind him.They landed with a thud, the shocks absorbing the impact, but Dobby waited for Mila to settle again before accelerating.In the distance he heard dogs barking.
Damn it.
Not far now.He couldn’t go fast through the bumpy terrain and those dogs were quick.
A hundred metres, fifty, twenty, ten.
He braked and Mila was already climbing off, keeping her weight off her sprained ankle.Dobby dumped the bike and carried her to the boat.
He ripped the leaves and camouflage from it, and released the rope as Mila threw the backpack inside.
“Does it work?”Mila asked.
“Yes.”He pushed it down the shore into the water and then turned to help Mila into it.
She was already at his side, her face pale, skin clammy.
“Get in.”He held the boat steady as the dogs burst out of the jungle onto the beach.He pushed the boat deeper and leapt inside as Mila scrambled to the back and started the engine, shoving it into reverse.
He shifted his rifle into position, monitoring the dogs and jungle as Mila grabbed an oar and used it to move debris out of the way behind them.
One dog stopped at the water’s edge barking frantically, while the other plunged straight into the murky water and swam towards them.
It was the same dog as at the medical centre.
Shit.Maybe it would get tired and turn around.There was too much rubbish in the water and the currents were unpredictable.
Mila turned the boat so it was pointing out to sea and the dog kept coming, only a few metres from them.Dobby saw her worried gaze.
