Tricky Business by Dave Barry

Author:Dave Barry [Barry, Dave]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781101495599
Google: sYY1hS5AOXAC
Amazon: B004ELA57Y
Publisher: Penguin
Published: 2003-10-07T04:00:00+00:00

IN THE MAIN CABIN OF THE SHIP OF PUKE, Frank, gagging, struggled to a sitting position, his back against the counter. He looked around for Juan’s gun, which he’d dropped when he fell, but he didn’t immediately see it. He still had his own Glock in his right hand.

Directly in front of him, Kaz was on his hands and knees in the repulsive spew, moaning. Rebar and Holman were still at the table, both retching loudly. Juan was slumped over the sink, not moving.

Frank reached his left hand up, grabbed the edge of the counter, pulled himself upright. His plan was to get back up to the bridge, away from this reeking hell. He saw Juan’s Glock now, on the floor next to Kaz, covered in vomit. He couldn’t leave it there. He still hadn’t made up his mind about the three new guys, and he wasn’t going to let them have a gun. With great reluctance, moving slowly to keep his balance in the pitching boat, he stepped forward and leaned down to pick up the Glock.

That’s when Kaz came up under him, very fast, pushing off the floor with his hands and driving his left shoulder into Frank’s chin, snapping Frank’s head back, Frank feeling his teeth biting deep into his tongue, going black for an instant, dropping his gun. He staggered backward, catching himself on the counter. His brain cleared a little, and he saw Kaz leaning over to pick up Juan’s gun. Frank kicked him, aiming for his face but slipping a little on the wet floor and catching just the top of his forehead, the kick causing both men to fall again. Kaz recovered fast and scrambled toward Juan’s gun, but Frank lunged forward and met him, the two of them grappling on the floor now, each unable to grip the other firmly because they were both hideously slick with digestive juices. Kaz tried to put a knee into Frank’s balls, but Frank got his leg in the way. Kaz drew back his right fist to try to throw a punch, which gave Frank, who was usually quicker than guys his own size, an opening to sink a left deep into Kaz’s gut, then a hard right into his face, sending him back and down, not moving after his head hit the floor.

Frank spat blood from his mouth, and felt more leaking from his lacerated tongue. He found Juan’s gun by the counter, reluctantly picked it up, stuck it into his pocket, retrieved his own gun, and looked around the cabin. Kaz looked to be out. Rebar and Holman looked too sick to be a problem. Juan was still sagged motionless over the sink. Frank thought about trying to get Juan out of there but decided that it was more urgent to get back to Tark.

He staggered to the ladderway and started up, holding the railing with his left hand, keeping his gun in his right. As he neared the top, his shoulders level with

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