Tanker by Nicholas E Watkins

Author:Nicholas E Watkins [Watkins, Nicholas E]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pelier
Published: 2017-04-17T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

The sun flooded in through the crack in the curtains and a shaft of light entered the hotel room. Little dust particles created ever moving patterns. They seem to tumble and rise, changing colour as they rotated endlessly trapped in their prison of brightness in an otherwise darkened room.

Tim just starred at the light. He was bewildered. Up to this point he had felt a little detached from events. Thinking back after finding Berat’s body in that tiny room in Menton events had taken control of him. Yosuf had guided him through. Shocked and in shock he had more or less been a bystander but with the violent death of his friend on the streets of North London the previous night it was no longer possible to just stay on for the ride. He realised he was now the focus of something very big and very dangerous.

The night had been long and sleepless. A continuous rerun of the events replayed in his mind in ever increasing detail. Tiny details popped into his head, the sound of a gun, a muzzle flash, an expression on a face, a detail on a face such as a mark or scar. All ran round and round in his mind.

He just kept starring at the beam of light as it filtered into the room as if it contained some mystic secret. Then recurring was Yosuf, bloody, dying lying beside him. He saw the look of pain, fear and resignation as the life passed from him. He felt hollowness in the pit of his stomach, a mix of fear and grief. He continued to stare at the light unmoving, grieving for hours.

He felt dreadfully alone and wanted to reach out to someone, feel reassured, feel safe and above all feel hope. He was lost. He had relied on Yosuf to a great extent to do his planning and show the way forward. He had only known the man a few days but the bond had formed and interdependency was part of that bond. They had become friends, trusting each other and relying one on the other. That was the past but Tim needed a future.

Tim finally roused himself to answer the call of nature. Even when you greave you still need to go to the toilet. He looked in the bathroom mirror. He looked like he felt, like a man who had been awake most of the night. He motivated himself and turning on the shower stepped under the stream of water. He let the warm water bathe his body and standing there tried to order the events of last evening. It was so fast but from the first shot being fired the rush of adrenaline had seemed to slow it all down so he could virtually re-run events in slow motion.

Who were the three men who appeared firing? They had to be ISIS. They had to be part of the group that had killed Berat and they had traced Yosuf and him all the way from France.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.