A flare arched over and landed inside the fishing boat, and in moments there was smoke billowing out of it, mixing with the fog.
"Who shot that flare?" Jacob demanded. "What if..."
The boat exploded.
"Eh, I think she's dead now," the lookout said faintly, rubbing his eyes with his sleeve. Everything was still sorta blurry - but was it the smoke, the fog, or the bright light from the explosion?
"Ya think?" Jabob scowled. "Right, let's get back and report to the boss."
The boat's motors rumbled as it turned and headed deeper into the fog.
"Good thing GPS still works, huh boss?"
"Shut it, Louie!"
ALJ - Expendable's Labyrinth of Dreams
Creative Writing: Something Fun
Expendable's Little Blue Box
On the beach the woman had been swimming towards, a silent figure lay prone among the reeds there all but invisible in the darkness and fog. Observing the progress of the boat as it made it's way through the fog through the thermal scope of a long rifle the figure watched it for a moment longer before turning the rifle on it's bi-pod slightly back to the woman in the water, the glowing outline of her shape clearly visible as she remained frozen for a moment in the dark waters before seeming to come to a realization and again swimming towards the shoreline. There was no screaming, no panic, no wild floundering in the water, just drive and purpose. The silent watcher gave a small nod of approval at that.
As the woman reached the shallow water and began to struggle her way through the surf towards the shoreline, the watcher moved one hand to a small device and flipped a switch. It triggered a little line of flashing lights the sort you'd find on a Christmas tree in the sand draped over a small cluster of hinge topped crates painted in army green sitting near to where the woman was coming ashore. The woman saw the lights and on instinct dropped back into the shallow water and lay prone for a few moments. Again the watcher nodded in approval. That wasn't instinct, that was training, which meant the woman might yet be salvaged.
Long minutes past, before the woman edged her way towards the boxes, carefully, cautiously, the watcher could see her thermal image's head looking left and right cautiously searching for a trap. The watcher simply waited, well used to that art. When at last the woman reached the boxes themselves and noted the fluttering note tapped to the lid of the first one, she reached for it, still prone, and pulled it from the box, reading it in then soft light of provided by the Christmas lights.
It read simply: "Open me."
As the woman considered what to do the silent watcher picked up the rifle and moved silent as a shadow into the fog on the beach, leaving the woman alone to decide what to do next.
She frowned. What was this, some sadistic trap for suckers?
The lights didn't start until she was close, so someone had to be watching her. Shaking her head, she went back to the supplies she'd bundled up in the rain coat, picking them up by the life ring and walked down the beach, letting the waves wash away her foot prints.
She didn't have to see anyone to know somebody was stalking her. And likely more traps along the tree line. Great. Wet from the swim, boat blown up, no memory to explain why, and now this! At least her head didn't hurt as much.
Okay, only one thing she could do, for now.
She stopped abruptly, staring through the trees, then walked up past the tide marks but staying on the beach. Putting her bundle down, she knelt on the sand and began digging a small pit, just big enough for her, mounding the sand facing the beach. The sand was moist, but it was at least some shelter from the wind blowing in from the water. Carefully she untied the bundle, pulling out the blankets. They may smell, but they were warm. With a glance at the trees, she stripped off her wet clothes and draped them on the sand. Using the kitchen knife she liberated from the boat, she cut a hole in the middle of one of the blanket to make it into a poncho. She felt dry enough, so draped the itchy wool over her body, then wrapped herself up in the rain slicker. She set aside some bread turning hard and the ax. Bundling the rest of her supplies in the other blanket, she put the life ring in the shallow hole and sat on it, her back against the sandy mound, facing the trees, laying the fire ax in her lap and nibbled.
Two could play this watching game.
unbeknownst to the woman as she was in the hole waiting and watching, another boat was approaching the island from the opposite end. They were also searching for her
They were hooded guns at the ready only 2 of them. Eager to land and begin the search.
"We have to reach her before we do." Said the 1st
"I know" Said the 2nd
The woman suddenly heard rustling a short distance from her...
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The figure with the long rifle had relocated to a short distance from the reeded area, now comfortably situated in a small grove of palms nearer to the road way continuing to observe the woman through the rifle's scope, finger off the trigger. The sound of an approaching boat's motor in the bay caused a momentary frown. Turning the rifle in the water's direction and observing the progress of the two hooded figures the frown deepened, no more time for games it seemed. The rifle's barrel swiveled once more to the beach, and coughed once, the suppressed sound muffling the echo of the shot. The high caliber round punched through the crate's thin wooden exterior and exploded the box in a shower of military grade gear, weapons, survival equipment and ammunition boxes. The lights illuminated the gear as it lay among the shattered remains of the crate. With that the silent figure slipped away from the groove of trees, again relocating.
The explosion was back the way she'd came. Grabbing her clothes and the bag of supplies, she leapt into the woods, praying she wasn't landing on any sort of trap.
Whoever blew up her boat wasn't taking any chances.
Or the shot set off the surprise package on the beach.
Whatever was going on, it was best to get into the brush and run... in a bright yellow rain slicker. Good thing it was dark, and her eyes were recovering from the flash, but someone was bound to notice her little mound of sand on the beach.
Iit suddenly got quite. not a single solitary sound save the whistle of the trees .
Still trying to recover from the flash pondering what's the next move to make.
The shadowy figure also noted the change in the atmosphere while being currently situated rather comfortably in the strong tall branches of a tree some distance from the beach proper. A sweep of the trees with the rifle's thermal scope didn't pick up anything at first but that didn't mean someone of something wasn't out there. Something had scared the local night time wild life into silence. This was getting intriguing.
Turning the scope of the rifle back towards the beach the shadowy figure studied the advance of the two gun-men in the boat towards the shore in position to the woman as she made her way into the shelter of the trees. The scope zoomed in on the boat's occupants and their hooded faces, they were hunched against the spray from the sea but still quite easy targets. For a moment the rifle's barrel remained steady the shifted focus and coughed once, the high caliber round going just where it was intended, not at at either of the two men, but rather the thick rubberized material of the boat itself.
There was a popping hiss and a lot of swearing from the two men that drifted in as the motor's engine on their suddenly sinking craft first revved higher as they tried to reach the shore, but they were still to far out. Moments later the engine died and the two hooded men found themselves floundering in the water of the bay, weighed down by their equipment and weapons and struggling to make it to the shore, leaving much of their equipment to sink to avoid it drowning them. There anger and confusion was evident as they swore at each other while struggling to get to shore. They weren't quite sure what had just happened, only now that they were wet, cold, miserable, had lost most of their gear and were very angry and confused as to what had caused the boat to sink.
The shadowy figure meanwhile had already melted into the shadows afresh still tracking the movements of the woman and keeping an eye out for what had caused the sudden silence, something was coming, but what?
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