As the harbor ca into view, I allowed my thoughts to turn to Poppy one last ti before focusing once again on the plan. More than ever, I knew I had to return to her in one piece. Not for her sake, but for mine. I simply had to see her again; I needed her. But right now, I had to rember that she was tucked away safe, and that I, and my fellow passengers, were still in grave danger. Doc had Alamo check on the injured Lieutenant, and move him out of sight, and told to bring Captain Vasili up to the wheelhouse.
"Alright, Captain, I’m going to uncuff you now." Doc grabbed the handcuff key. "If you try anything, my friend Deputy Sparky here is going to be forced to shoot you, and if Deputy Sparky has proven anything today, it’s that he doesn’t hesitate when it cos to shooting scumbag slave traders."
Captain Vasili simply grunted.
"I want you to radio into the harbor as if everything is perfectly fine. Then I’m going to have you take the wheel and drive us in, just like you’ve done a thousand tis. Nice and easy." Doc explained. "I don’t want anyone that may be listening to know we’re coming, and you’d better not try and signal anyone in any way as we pull in. Do you understand ?"
"And why should I help you?" he asked.
"I’ll tell you why, Captain Shit-Stain. It’s because we’re the goddamned FBI," Doc said, leaning into his role. "We’re the ones that determine if you’re locked up here in the good ol’ United States, where we can at least protect you from becoming a rival prison gang’s bitch"—the captain’s eyes widened, and sweat poured from his brow—"Or shipped back to Russia, where I’m sure your bosses will be delighted to see you after losing such a precious shipnt. Or maybe, we’ll just send you off to so military black site, where we can drop you in a hole and forget about you."
The captain said nothing. He just scowled as spit gathered and frothed at each corner of his mouth. Doc uncuffed him, and the captain did as he was told. We placed Agent Kahler onto a makeshift bed on the floor that was made from cushions and life vests. He was fading in and out of consciousness and was pale as hell. At least he was resting and quiet. Thank God Doc had morphine in his kit.
"Okay, this is it," Doc said, and signaled for everyone to take their places as the ship began its docking procedures. We were to unload at a slip at the very end of the harbor, in an area that was only used by smaller vessels, and was far from prying eyes. It was a perfect location for an operation like this, and with the harbor master in their pocket, I could see why this had been working for them.
We had changed out of our Fish and Wildlife gear and were now dressed in crew gear, and Bogdan was once again reprising his role as guard number two, posted in front of the locked container. We also had two of the crew mbers, along with Doc and Alamo, on deck to assist with docking. We couldn’t afford to have anything look at all out of place when we pulled ashore. The entire plan hinged on the elent of surprise. Not to ntion, for all we knew, there could be more explosive booby traps on board that could be triggered remotely should they sll sothing fishy.
"Alright, nice and easy," Doc called out. "Everybody just rember the plan and stick to the script. Harlan and his crew co aboard with the harbor master, the captain sets up the exchange, we give the signal, and Agent Moore and his team swoop in and arrest the bad guys. Keep your eyes peeled, stay out of the way and act... Russian."
After many tense minutes, we finally docked, and the ship’s engines were killed. I was posing as the crane operator in order to have a better vantage point of the deck, and to stay out of Harlan Cavanaugh’s direct sight.
Thankfully, the ringing in my ears had greatly decreased, but had by no ans stopped. I wondered if I’d suffered permanent damage, but was quickly pulled away from this thought when I saw three n walking up the gangway. I could see that two of them were ard and instantly recognized Harlan Cavanaugh to be among them. He was still dressed in formal Southern whites and walked between the two larger n.
"Captain Vasili, how nice it is to finally et you, sir," Cavanaugh said, extending his hand along with a broad smile to the captain, who currently stood alone on the ship’s deck. Doc and Alamo hung back in an attempt to remain a little more out of site.
"Such a skeleton crew you have captain," Harlan exclaid. "Where in the seven seas are all your n? Surely you can’t possibly sail this pirate ship all by yourself, now can you?" His syrupy southern snake charr tone barely hid the suspicion in his voice.
"Oh... the crew is simply on the upper deck preparing for offloading. Please co now. Allow to take you to your cargo. I’m sure you are anxious to be on your way with your rchandise," Captain Vasili said nervously.
"All good things in ti, Captain, all good things in ti," Harlan said slowly. "Tell , did you have any trouble on your long journey? Any issues with the cargo that I should be made aware of?"
"Issues?" the captain asked.
"Interference perhaps. Interference from an... outside party for instance."
"I’m... I’m... not sure... what you an, Mr. Cavanaugh?" he sputtered.
"Then please allow to be clearer with my question, Captain. Did the Dogs of Fire Motorcycle club attempt to interfere with my shipnt?"
"Dog of Fire?" the captain asked, seemingly genuinely confused.
"We’ve never t previously, Captain, and I’m not sure what your employers have told you about —"
"Only that you are a serious business man, and to be treated with the highest respect," Vasili said, giving Harlan a slight bow.
"Yes, well, flattery, my dear Captain, as we say in this country, will get you everywhere," he said. I swear, even from my distance, I could still see every one of his goddamned pearly whites when he smiled. "What you may not know about ," Harlan continued. "Is that I’m very good at telling when soone is lying to ." His smile dropped. "Now tell , Captain, have the Dogs of Fire contacted you in any way regarding my shipnt, or any other matter?"
"No sir. No dogs, no motorcycles. I don’t know the n you are talking about. I swear to you," Vasili said in a serious and convincing tone.
In all reality, he had no idea who the hell we really were, or who the Dogs of Fire were. Harlan remained frozen for a few tense monts before smiling once again and placing a hand on the captain’s shoulder.
"Well, that’s just music to my ears, Captain. We truly do appreciate you taking such good care of our rchandise, and I’m sure I’m going find everything in perfect working order. Isn’t that right?"
"Yes, yes of course," Vasili said reassuringly.
"Well that’s certainly good to hear, as I have quite the cumberso cargo to unload on you in exchange," Harlan said with a sickening chuckle, as he motioned to the silver suitcase being carried by one of the bodyguards. I hated this man and everything he stood for. I thought about how I would feel if one of those won was Poppy and it made want to beat him to death with that fuckin’ suitcase.
"Right this way," Vasili said as he led him and his goons to the staircase where I’d left half of my hearing.
Hatch
I watched as Harlan Cavanaugh and two huge bodyguards got out of a black SUV. It was dumb luck that we could see them from our vantagepoint. They had parked on a small frontage road about one hundred yards from the harbor, opposite from where we were posted, safely hidden from view, behind a low wall where they stored propane tanks. The wall itself was made of brick, however the top layer had a lattice design in it, so I could see Curly without being detected.
After watching Harlan and his oversized goons make it down to the boat, I saw Curly pull Poppy out of view, but a few minutes later, they inched around the corner, Curly gripping Poppy’s arm and her face contorted in pain. My spine stiffened and my fists clenched.
"Hold your position," Dalton warned as I watched Curly drag my girl around like a rag doll.
"Fuck you," I seethed. "They’ve got Poppy."
Dalton nodded. "I can see that, but you have to stow that shit right now."
"Seriously, Dalton," I ground out. "He hurts her one more ti, and I’m gonna fuckin’ kill him."
"Need you not to do that, Hatch."
His words fell on deaf ears because Poppy cried out and I saw red, jumping over the wall and making a run for Curly.
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