Kane & Spencer

With just an hour to go before landing, we went back into the main cabin that had its lights dimmed and saw that most of the squad were sleeping. I could only see two heads move as they talked in whispers. I rang for the stewardess and had her bring us two coffees and two brandies, and as we were being served, I felt the plane start its descent. Fifteen minutes later, the cabin lights came on and the captain announced that we were about thirty minutes from landing. This brought the drinks trolley round again and several had coffee as well.

We landed on time and were quickly through passport control and customs and out of the airport to take three taxi's to the hotel. We were greeted by the manager himself and I just wondered what his thoughts were to see ten men and one woman come in with heavy bags and not one suitcase. He assured me that all what I asked for was in my suite and as the men paired off with their keys to dump the bags, I gave them my suite number and gave them ten minutes to have a wash and whatever. I picked up a newspaper to take upstairs with me and thanked the manager for fitting us all in, saying that I would be paying the tab for the lot.

'God, this is like coming home,' Tracey said as he kicked off his shoes. 'We seem to have been here for ages so much has happened. Was it always like this with you?'

'I don't know, but it certainly has been hectic.' I went and inspected the food while Tracey went through to the bedroom leaving the door open. I heard him use the toilet and wondered when he was in there on his own, did he sit down or stand up when he had a pee? One of life's little conundrums I grinned to myself as I opened a beer.

With the entrance of the first two, Colin and Donald, them staying together as they had been the first ones to come out, we left the door open for the others, and they were all inside within the ten minutes stipulated. A good sign.

'Okay, drinks first and then you can eat afterwards while we have questions and answers.' So I let them all get a beer in their hands before I began to talk.

'First of all I'd like to thank you for all volunteering for this mission. It's not impossible, for if it was, I would self destruct in five seconds.' This brought on a few laughs from that television show. Now where did I drag that up from, I thought? Was my memory coming back in bits and pieces? Think about it later I said to myself. 'Nobby raised the question at Heathrow and I'll tell those who didn't have the gall to ask me themselves, the pay and conditions are the same as last time. The added bonus is that you can stay in the Caribbean here for seven days if you want, expenses all paid for by me. That is, within the hotel. If you want women, then you pay for it or if you're lucky, get it for free.' More laughs. 'Now you've probably gathered on the flight here that with the aid of Colin and Donald, and not forgetting Tracey's contribution, we nabbed the bugger that got away last week. He'll do thirty years at least and a lot more of the lesser fish will be picked up in due time. But what has brought us back out here is that the Boyle brothers, some of whom backed that last abortive attempt to stop us, are reported to have skipped bail and are possibly here, in the Bahamas.

Now there's only one place they would go and that's to Brakestone's place, though out here he was known as Bingham. There is his villa just outside of Freeport and I intend to hit it tomorrow night. For obvious reasons, we couldn't bring arms with us, but I intend to acquire these tomorrow morning. If the Boyle's are at the villa, they will be expecting us, so no rubber bullets this time.' This brought nods of agreement. 'I am not going into details of the villa tonight or the planning of the raid. Let's see what arms I can get and then I can make the final plan for a briefing tomorrow afternoon. We'll fly up to Freeport in the evening and make the assault just after dark. Now get yourselves some food and then I'll answer what questions I can.'

They all quickly downed their beers to get a fresh one and a plate of food each and were soon seated down again.

'How will you know if the Boyle brothers have definitely arrived?' This from David.

'The airport has been under surveillance since this morning.'

'Will there be any others from England with them?'

'I'll only know that tomorrow morning.'

'Will they be hiring local thugs do you think?'

'Well I would in their case, so I would think it most likely.'

'How many would you think?'

'Judging by the size of the villa, I wouldn't say more than ten opposition, but it could be more or it could be less.'

'What about staff? Civilians?'

'There are six staff. One of whom is very co-operative. He was

rescued with Tracey and myself when I blew his yacht up.' This caused a mighty stir amongst them.

'Blew it up? With you on board?' came the query from Dick.

'Yes, but the bastard didn't go down with it when it sank. That's why we snatched him. What I didn't have time for was his safe. That is the main reason we are going in. The Boyle's are like sharks, swimming round and trying to pick up the pieces and salvage what they can. Well we are bigger sharks and I'm not interested if they come out of this dead or alive.' I paused for the next question, but that seemed to be it for the time being, so I wound up the meeting.

'Right. Take some food and a few beers down to your rooms, we can't waste it. Meal times are listed in your rooms and feel free to use the pool tomorrow but be here at five o'clock for the full briefing. The two exceptions to this are Charlie and Mick. I need you to come with me to Garibaldi's to talk of weapons.'

Tracey and I stood at the door and bid them all goodnight and closed the door. It was one o'clock in the morning.

'God I'm bushed,' I said, yawning and headed for the bedroom.

'I feel a bit washed out myself,' Tracey said, catching the infection of yawning too. So it was two lethargic persons that got undressed and into bed. The tiredness showed, for all we did was have a cuddle and a kiss before falling asleep.

Chapter Eight

I liked waking up in bed with Tracey. I also wondered how long could this last, this tender administrations to my swollen cock every morning? If it was not being gently rubbed, scratched or sucked, he would be astride of me and putting it up into himself. Whichever method he used, I loved it.

This morning it was his hot mouth taking in the equally hot head of my erection and almost having his breakfast from it. Cream to go with his coffee no doubt. He always knew when I was awake and would then bring about the end result and take and swallow it.

Then he was up into my arms to kiss and wish me good morning. His eyes alight and full of the joys of spring as he hugged me and begged me to do the same to him. He also liked to run his fingers through my hair as I relieved him in the same way and then we kissed some more before getting up to see to other things in the bathroom.

When dressed, after watching that lovely show of him putting on the padded bra, suspender belt and then the slow drawing up the legs of his stockings, the slight twisting of the body as the studs were put in place before the lot was covered by a dress, we went down for our breakfast. This was our first time for this meal in the hotel's dining room and I couldn't abide the buffet style they employed and demanded that I got proper service. This seemed to be out of order, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of the staff talk to the Assistant Manager who then seemed to be tearing the poor man off a strip. I got waiter service, with a menu. I found out later that Samson had had a few words with the hotel to say that I was a high member of the British Government travelling incognito and they would be well advised to see to my comfort. Also that the waiter who had seen me naked, loved to tell the tale of him seeing the Prime Minister of England's personal adviser, naked after just fucking his wife.

Well my status in the hotel rose quite a bit from Samson's intervention and we really benefited from it in terms of the service.

I was glad to see Charlie and Mick down there together having breakfast, as well as most of the others. They lingered at their table till we rose up to leave and they then joined us for the walk down to the harbour and round to Garibaldi's. I never did find out where that name of that shop came from.

Samson greeted us and took us through to the back and made us sit down and sent the youth out for some tea.

'So how is your hotel Mr Kane? Good I hope?' and then he told me what he had said to them. 'Now what can I do for you? I see you have brought some friends to help in your little trouble.'

'Will there be trouble?' I asked.

'Well two men very much like the description you gave me have arrived in Nassau. With another two men who I didn't like the look of.' That answered the question as to where the Boyle's were going and that they had indeed brought some support.

'I suppose they went on to Freeport?'

'Correct!'

'Have they recruited any of the locals?'

'That I can find out, but I would think that the answer would be yes. There is quite a lot of riff-raff up there that wouldn't live to see tomorrow if they were here on this island.'

'Would there be any problem if some of them were to, er, disappear?'

'Not from the police. They would be glad to see the back of them.'

'Thank you Samson. So now to what we would like to purchase, I'll have Mick here tell you what we want and we'll see what we can agree on.' So for half an hour, they talked weapons as to what we could and could not get. Where one was not available, another was suggested. In the end, Mick was satisfied at what could be supplied in the short term as we needed it all by eight o'clock that very night. It didn't come cheap, but then, I didn't expect it to.

I had interrupted several times to veto the use of a bazooka and explosive grenades. I wanted to keep the building intact and opted for the stun grenades and smoke bombs. That the small arms were all of Russian and Czechoslovakian manufacture was of no surprise to me, but a gun that fires bullets, doesn't care where it is made. Charlie had told me that they had brought night scopes and camouflage kit and many other things that may be needed. Now for transport. We needed a plane or two to take us to Freeport and three vehicles at that airfield to take us to the villa and back. No, we didn't need drivers, just the means of getting there and back. This could be done. Then we went into the timing and by lunch time, all was done. A plane would be ready and three cars for the transport side and the weapons would be available by seven o'clock that night.

The four of us walked back to the hotel and into the dining room for lunch. We stayed together for the meal but I told Charlie and Mick to take some time off for a bit of rest and sunshine and get the squad together for five o'clock.

Tracey thought we were going up to our suite for an afternoon of sex, but he was mistaken. I'd also brought from Samson's some large sheets of paper and crayons. While the other's enjoyed the sun and swimming pool, I sketched the villa and grounds and what I knew from Ferdie, of the inside.

Now knowing the weapons, I did my placements and the order of attack. All this was written down while Tracey ordered coffee and left me alone to do the job I was made for.

I had only just finished my touches to the plans when the squad began to drift in for the briefing. I told them of the transport arrangements and showed them my drawings of the villa and of our placements before we attacked. The questions were minor and soon sorted, for even the best of plans never work exactly as expected. It was just a question of each having to work and fight on their own initiative by knowing what the goal was. The only person who wasn't happy was Tracey. Though he would be armed with a hand gun, he didn't like the idea of being left to guard our vehicles for our retreat. The truth was that Tracey wasn't a trained soldier and I didn't want him hurt in any shoot out that I was controlling.

Kill or be killed was my order, and that was the end of the briefing. We all then went down for an early dinner and I wondered if the staff noticed that none of our crowd had an alcoholic drink with their meal. Some of them might have finished earlier than others, but all stayed seated until I moved off and then they all followed out and went to their rooms and collected their gear. Charlie had some for Tracey and myself with him and passed it over to me when we had left the hotel and were in our taxi to go and collect our weapons.

Charlie, Mick and myself went in to see Samson and check over what he had and I then paid over the cash, and the bags they were in were carried out and put into the different taxi's still waiting for us.

'Give me a call if you need help,' Samson said to me, passing over a card and a mobile phone. 'It's a secure line so tell me in plain English if you're in trouble or need help.'

'Thanks Samson. You're the best thing I've found on these islands.' He laughed and shook my hand and wished me luck.

With me back in my taxi, we took off for the airport. The plane itself, which was ready for us, could have carried forty persons, so there was ample room for us all. During the thirty minute flight, the weapons bags were opened and the contents distributed and checked and in some cases cleaned. Colin took it upon himself to check and make sure that the gun Tracey was given was clean and serviceable, showing him the safety catch and how to change the clip.

I stuck to my shoulder holstered gun with three spare clips but carried four stun grenades and two smoke bombs. Others were similarly equipped, though we wouldn't put on our combat gear and black up till we were off the plane and on our way to the target.

The three cars were waiting, and we were soon inside and off on our way. From here on, I had to rely on the accuracy of what Ferdie had told me, and it wasn't long after dark and our landing, that we pulled up about a quarter of a mile from the villa. I would liked to have got closer, but the cars would have been seen, and I didn't want to give that extra warning.

Now was the time to change clothes and black up our faces. Tracey, being left behind as it were, didn't have to change or ruin his make-up and was a bit angry at being left behind to guard the cars.

'Everybody has to do one job. Yours is just as important to see that they don't wreck them and prevent us from retreating if need be. So just grin and bear it, besides, I don't want you to get hurt.' I took him into my arms and gave him a kiss.

'Please be careful Marcus. I don't want you to get hurt either.' I saw the tears in his eyes and kissed him again before I called the others together and we moved off in the darkness towards the villa.

We took up our positions in stealth and were able to see armed men up on the second floor, crouched down but still visible between the ornate posts that held up the balustrade. These were pointed out by hand signals, each one I saw, I pointed at them first and then to the man who was to take them out when the shooting started. I was proud of the way the men moved round without a sound or alerting the guards.

We'd taken about twenty minutes to get into position and the word was that I would enter the villa first and that when any gunfire started, that would be their signal to start the attack from the outside.

I'd just began my crawl across the open lawn when I saw headlights coming from the road towards the villa. I froze though I knew that the sweeping beams wouldn't catch me in their glare. It just seemed natural to do so. It was a car, and it came up quite fast to come to a slewing stop by the front door and two men got out and seemed to be fighting somebody they were trying to carry.

'Marcus! Hel....!' and the voice was silenced and my blood went cold, for it sounded just like Tracey. The struggling figure was quickly carried through the front doors which slammed shut behind them.

Chapter Nine

I was seething, I was steaming and yet I felt icy cold as my mind screamed out that they had taken Tracey and he was now inside the building. My mind was telling me to get up and run and start hammering at the door, but even without a memory, some basic instinct told me to stay put and carry on as before.

One part of my mind was telling me to hurry up and move faster, while another was saying keep going slow and not be observed. I think training and instinct won out over love, for I kept up my slow movement towards the villa and then I heard a hissing noise. It was off to my left and it wasn't a natural sound of the night, but that of a human trying to attract attention.

'Sssssh,' it went. 'Sssssh.' I kept moving now towards the noise and then made the same noise myself. 'Sssssh.'

'Michael?' came a whisper that could barely be heard. 'Is that you Michael?'

'Yes,' I whispered back.

'Over here,' and I realised that it was Ferdie for only he knew me to use that name. I began to move faster and was soon in the darkness of the villa's walls. I then saw a door that was almost flat to the ground was partially opened and I could see his eyes shine out of his black face.

'Ferdie?'

'Yes Michael. Here. Quick. It's the cellar.' I didn't need any urging knowing that Tracey was now inside the villa, and that I wanted to get in there as soon as possible. The cellar trap door opened wider as I got close and literally fell inside for about four feet, bouncing down some small steps. I heard the trap close and then Ferdie was helping me up from the floor.

'Oh Michael,' he cried as he took me into a bear hug. 'I prayed that you would come to save us. But I've bad news. They've got your wife!'

'I know,' I said, finally getting out of his clasping arms. 'I saw. Where have they taken her?'

'To the study.'

'How come you're down here?'

'I hid when the men came. The pushed all the others upstairs but didn't know I was down here at the time.'

'How many men?'

'Ten. Four white and six black.' I liked his crisp answers.

'Where have they taken my wife?'

'To the study. Two of them. The boss men I think.'

'Where are the others?'

'I think that there are one each in the ground floor rooms. Two out on the balconies, and I'm not sure where the others are on the second floor.'

'Okay, now listen to me carefully. First show me where the study is, and then get all the house staff together in one room if you can. Then tie something white, a handkerchief or something, to the outside door handle. This will tell me what room not to thrown a grenade into. Do you understand what I have just said?'

'Upstairs, all in one room. White thing on handle.'

'Right, because as soon as I get into that study, shooting will start. First from me and then all hell will break loose from the outside. Now lead on McDuff.'

'Eh?'

'Forget it. Get me to the study quick.' I then held onto his shirt tail as he led me through the cellar to the stairs and we went up as quietly as we could. He paused at the top and slowly pushed open the door and we slipped through and were in a kind of lobby. It wasn't very clear where we were for the lights were out.

'There,' he whispered, and felt his hand point me towards a faint glimmer of light coming from under a closed door. 'That's the study.'

'Right. Off you go and keep your head down and get the others into a safe room.' I didn't hear or see him move off but caught a glimpse of a shadow silently move up the staircase off to my left. But my eyes were drawn to that thin sliver of light and I moved closer and could hear voices coming from the inside.