The Fine Line of Revenge by Martin Cox Page B

her native tongue, her breathing becoming erratic.  She ran at him. Sweeping his legs with hers and throwing him to the floor.  She kicked him hard in the stomach.  Fernando let out a cry, along with all the air he had in his lungs.  Anjo kicked him again, this time only half-heartedly.
    ‘That’s enough, Anjo,’ Paulo said, pulling her away from him.  Maddox cleared his throat.
    ‘If we have finished with the family dispute, I wonder if you would be so kind to follow me. I have someone who wants to say a few words before we dispose of you. You may go, Senhor,’ Maddox said, directing to Fernando, ‘when you have regained your breath and a little of your dignity.’  Sperafico’s men tied the prisoner’s hands behind their backs with yellow plasticuffs and marched them into the trees and back towards the fort.  This unforeseen draw back had not been thought out, but how was Jack to know that Anjo’s own family would betray her?  A man with influence this strong had to be stopped.
     
    The Merlin had landed safely on the deck of H.M.S Pursuit.  Alex and his team exited quickly under the noise and draft of the rotors and into the flight deck.  Inside the control room, the drone of the equipment and numerous conversations between staff may have seemed noisy to some, but for the team, it was the sound of silence.  The captain stepped forward and shook Alex’s hand.  ‘Welcome aboard H.M.S Pursuit’.  Alex told his team to stand down and grab a coffee.  A helpful midshipman showed them the way to the wardroom.  The captain took Alex in another direction, down into the ship’s operation room.
    ‘We have been monitoring the area with the satellites for the last few hours,’ the captain began. ‘Yesterday, your Mister Grimlock arrived at the fort in a car that we managed to trace back to him.  It is still in the grounds so we can assume that he is still there. We believe Sperafico is still in the grounds as well’.
    ‘Sir, I think you should take a look at this.’  On another screen the satellite image showed a party of people heading into the main gates of the fort, followed by three men with guns, ushering them in.  Alex knew that it had to be Jack and his party.  They watched for a moment and Alex spoke, ‘Is everything ready Captain?’
    ‘The RIBs are ready and we have our best coxswains standing by. Your equipment should have been loaded by now.’ Alex rejoined his team on deck, swigging back half a bottle of water, before throwing the rest back to one of the crew.  They clambered aboard the RIBs and settled in. The smooth winch slowly lowered them into the calm water below.  The team prepared themselves for jungle camouflage, applying paint to their faces to prevent light glare from the bright sun.  As the small boat left the side of the ship, the coxswains opened up their throttles and headed inland to their drop off point.
     
    The prisoners were marched down a flight of stairs and into the last of four cells, all except Anjo.  She had been taken into Sperafico’s study.  She was pushed onto one of the large white sofas that were in the middle of the room, her face hitting the soft material as she landed. She sat up quickly, flicking her hair away from her enraged face.  The sturdy guard just smiled and left the room.
    Jack and the others had been ushered into the cell.  Sperafico stood in the doorway.
    ‘Did you really think that you would succeed in your little adventure?’
    ‘What have you done with Anjo?’ Paulo screamed at Sperafico.
    ‘I have her safe, I will not let any harm come to one, as beautiful as her. She reminds me a lot of her sister.’  Paulo lunged at Sperafico.
    ‘You bastard.’  Sperafico kicked him back into the cell, Paulo landing hard on his backside onto the stone floor.  Sperafico laughed.
    ‘When you all get hungry, I suggest you start with him, he’s got a lot of meat on his bones.’  He stepped backwards, continuing his laughter.  The