Wednesday, 31 August 2011
08:28:33 AM (GMT)
I kick downwards, sorting out the oxygen filter. It was a brilliant invention. It
didn't need any oxygen tanks or anything, just filters oxygen from the water, and
reuses the oxygen I breath out. It was pitch black in the grimy water of the Thames,
but I couldn't risk using a torch, so I made my way towards the ship underwater,
I felt the guns strapped to my legs just to make sure they're still there. I look at
my watch again. 2056. Perfect.
I change the angle I'm swimming at, and break the surface slowly, only revealing the
top of my head so I can see. I'm about 50 meters from the ship, so I swim the rest
of the way on the surface, although I keep my mask on, should I need to go back
under. I reach under my leather jacket, and take out a small tube of a sticky gel.
I'm still not sure what it's called. When I reach the side of the ship, I draw three
parallel lines along my forearm, from my elbow to my wrist, and slam my right arm
against the side of the boat, testing my weight. I'd only ever tested this in dry
conditions, so I was, admittedly, a little relieved to find it still worked. I
pulled myself up again, pressing my left against the cold metal, then my right again.
It was a tough climb, but I got there eventually, my arms aching a little from the
I look quickly over the side of the boat, and haul myself over as I see no one. I
unzip the waterproof pouch on my right thigh, and remove the gun with the silencer
and scope. I run silently into a small alcove and wait for the remaining 17 minutes.
One minute before the arranged time, a smartly dressed man emerged from the main
room of the ship, a burst of loud music accompanying him as the door opened. He
pulled out his phone and held it to his ear.
"Hello? Hello? ..... Who is this?" I take aim carefully, aiming for the head, as
per usual, and step forwards, keeping my sights lined up on my target.
"It's me." I smirk as he turns around in surprise, met by a bullet in this forehead,
slightly off centre. I walk forwards and check his pulse, administering another
swift shot to his heart just to be sure.
I glance up towards the sky deck. My instructions had been clear; "Kill him and get
out." But then again, when did I ever play by someone else's rules?
A girl's quiet cry of surprise, followed by a giggle.
I've never heard Skye giggle before, but who else could it be? I climb up the ladder
to the sky deck, and take aim again, breathing steadily, although my hands are
shaking in anger as I try to aim for a piece of the idiot's chest that isn't covered
by Skye. Finally she shifts slightly, and I squeeze the trigger, staring
emotionlessly as Drew staggers backwards slightly, pulling her with him, before
falling back onto the deck. Skye looks puzzled for a moment before looking around,
and spotting me. Staring back, I walk forwards and pick up Drew's body with relative
ease. He was a skinny bugger, and light enough to throw over the side of the boat.
I watch him fall before turning back to Skye. Thankfully, I never took my oxygen
mask off, and my hair was wet, so looked darker than usual. I took a breath, and
yelled loudly "Man overboard!" Before running back to the other side of the boat,
past Gawthorpe's body, and dived into the water again.