Sam was becoming increasingly irritated with the whole
affair. Martin was more of a pain in the arse than ever before, constantly on
the phone to his people, apologising, crawling, creeping. The Howells woman and
her gang were clearly plotting something and almost certainly knew where
Staples had been taken to. The airforce guy just stood like a wet lettuce.
Christ, why had Martin insisted in bringing him along in the first place, it
now sounded as though the man was a liability. And they were down to one
vehicle, which made following the Howells people a tad problematical if they
were in more than one car. As Martin hung up on his latest phone call Sam
rounded on him.
'What the fuck is the plan? These people look like they are
about to move on, can't we call in some of your people to give us some back
up?' he asked, louder than he intended. Martin was visibly irritated by this
outburst.
'I'm arranging back up, but it takes longer than the movies
would have you believe. We've also got an added complication with this guy,' he
threw a thumb towards Jim, 'because he's armed we can't leave him and we've got
to make arrangements for him to be picked up by his own people.
‘Quick,’ he said, ‘I think they're on the move.’
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Copyright Ray Sullivan 2011
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