“We appreciate that,” said Luke. They stood to leave and the prime minister moved toward a flat panel on the wall.
“Go out this way. It will ensure that no one sees you leaving. Good luck, gentlemen. If you need help from my Navy or Army, let me know. We may appear a small country with fewer resources than yours but the Greeks are knowledgeable in the ways of war.”
“We definitely will call if we need you, sir. When we shut it down, whatever it is, we’ll call your teams in to make the arrests.” He nodded as he watched the men leave, closing the flat panel firmly so that no one was the wiser.
He turned in his office, staring at the photos of the men and women in his cabinet. How many more were lying to him? How many could he actually trust?
He’d soon find out.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
“What will you do with them?” asked Marguerite.
“Do you really want to know?” asked Frank.
“I do. I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to know. I’ve never had a man strike me. I wished I had the strength to strike back.”
“They would have harmed you even more,” said Bodhi. “We were waiting to jump in.”
“And I appreciate it,” she said patting his forearm. “What will you do with them?”
“We’ll drop them into the sea and pray that Poseidon accepts them,” smirked Bodhi.
“Put a rock around their feet and he’ll have no choice,” said Marguerite. The men laughed, nodding at the old woman’s spunk.
Changing into their own wet weather gear made of the same stealth fabric, they wrapped the two men in black plastic, securing the tarp tightly around their bodies.
With darkness enveloping the island and power proving spotty at best, they took the two men to the beach, placed them in a small row boat, put a hole in the bottom and started the small outboard motor, sending it out to sea. With the storm raging, and the direction of the winds, no one would hear the little motor.
They watched it carefully to ensure it was far enough out before it finally went under. The waves were the ultimate kiss of death, not the hole in the boat. Water washed over the sides, turning the boat upside down and eventually sinking to the bottom of the sea.
“Someone will miss them eventually,” said Frank.
“Eventually. Until then we try to protect our protectors. I won’t stand for anything happening to Nico, Leonidas, or Marguerite. Especially Marguerite,” said Bodhi.
“Couldn’t agree more. I thought I would walk through that wall when they hit that sweet old woman. But I wonder what’s changed. They were told not to harm the residents, or so we were led to believe. Something must have changed,” said Frank.
“But what?” asked Bodhi.
It was as if he’d asked a question that shouldn’t be asked. The skies became the blackest they’d ever seen, rain seemingly coming at them from all sides. Lightening streaked across the sky as the bolts seemed to circle the cargo vessel docked right where it had been the last few days, rocking violently against the swells and waves.
“I think Poseidon is pissed,” said Frank.
“More than pissed,” said Bodhi.
As they began to make their way back up the beach toward Marguerites house on the hill, two more guards were walking down the road. Hidden in the confines of their stealth material, they ducked behind a small bait shack to ensure they weren’t seen.
“Those lazy bastards probably got drunk and fell asleep somewhere. The boss will kill them himself.”
“When will this be done? I want to go home to my wife.”
“No man wants to go home to his wife,” said the other man laughing.
“That’s not true! I love my wife. She’s beautiful and faithful. She’s an angel.”
“Yeah, an angel that’s been alone as long as you have.”
The men stopped in front of another small wooden shack along the beach road, opening the padlock. They stepped inside, using a flashlight to find what they were looking for.
