Galleon's Gold by David Leadbeater

Author:David Leadbeater [Leadbeater, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-10T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

Darkness fell slowly. Whilst the sun was still crimson fire on the horizon, spreading its last, dying light, Alicia, her crew and Marco’s crew stood ready. It was a tense moment. Everything from here on in was subject to chance. One mistake could bring the entire camp down on them.

“Stay close.” Alicia told Caitlyn. “Stare no one in the eye.”

“Not a problem.”

She took a final review of the group. If she was being honest they all looked the part, even if they had donned the oldest clothes they had with them and rolled in the mud. They looked unkempt, uncaring. But clothes weren’t what would get them through this.

Swagger would. Attitude. The sense that they were meant to be right there. A face that clearly said: Fuck with me and I will fuck you up.

They started down the slope at a word from Crouch. As the last rays of the day touched the camp, lights sprung on in countless, random places, some bright enough to illuminate the underworld, others merely crackling campfires. The activity didn’t cease. As Alicia grew closer, she became more aware of the general din—an amalgamation of conversation, shouting and alcohol-fuelled laughter. To add to the tumult was the occasional burst of gunfire, the clamor of many radios that played either sport or music, the thunder of engines, and the falling of trees.

They’d spotted a useful passage where men came and went. It might have been the way to a toilet or an equipment store. Figures wandered freely along this path which meandered from the outskirts of the camp into the dense forest bordering its western side. Alicia and Russo led them through the woods at a cautious pace until they spotted it.

Alicia crouched amid the trees, a tangle of branches and leaves in front of her. Ahead, they saw the path winding through the woods. Two men were following it at present, laughing uproariously. Both carried old AK 47s. They wore bandannas, jeans and boots and were dark skinned. Alicia waited for them to pass.

“Now.”

She didn’t look around. Russo went first, his ragged camo trousers now torn in several places and looking like he’d slept in them for days. Alicia went next, followed by Caitlyn. The earth was soft and loamy until they reached the path, which was baked hard due to limited tree cover. Alicia drew a Glock and held it easily at her side.

“Game faces,” she whispered to those around her. “One fuck up and we’re all dead.”

Alicia found a half-empty beer bottle at the side of the path and carried it in her free hand. Her face—indeed all the women’s faces—were as well hidden as they could possibly be. Everyone was aware of the caliber of men they were dealing with and didn’t want to fuel any unnecessary violence. Alicia wore a tattered, black baseball cap that belonged to Ralston with the Under Armor insignia emblazoned across the front. Her hair was hidden, her cheeks dark with dirt. Caitlyn and Elyse were similarly concealed.

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