Murray McDonald - Assassin

“Sniper Five come in.” Sniper Five was covering the villa and would assist Team Three.

“Yes Sir,” said Sniper Five immediately. He was the closest to them, only a couple of hundred yards up a small hill which offered the best view of the villa.

“Have Snipers One to Four reported difficulties with radios?”

“No Sir th…” Williams heard a distinct thud through his headphones as Sniper Five stopped talking and his line went dead.

He checked his video feeds, they were fine.

“Driver! Move us up the road a mile,” shouted Williams, “and make it quick.” Sniper Five had been very close. If he had just been taken out, Williams was not hanging around to find out if he was next.

The small truck bounced down the road and Williams watched the video feeds. He noticed them bouncing also, but realised it wasn’t from the truck moving, it was his lieutenants’ heads moving quickly. What the hell was happening?

“Teams check in!”

Nothing. He checked the feeds. They were still again.

“Teams check in!”

Nothing.

One islander had been sent to deal with the snipers. Saki had watched them as they set up earlier in the evening. Papa and two islanders took the UK Prime Minister, Kano and Kisho took the Australian Prime Minister while Saki and the other islander watched the villa. Saki had supplied everybody with Tonfas, traditional baton-style sticks with handles two thirds of the way down the shaft. Police batons were a modern derivation of these ancient weapons.

Each of Saki’s groups were also kitted with small communicators. Once they got word the snipers were down, they would begin to take out the teams. The plan was to be as quick and as quiet as possible. Saki was conscious of the army of bodyguards filling the hotel, all of varying levels of professionalism and ability. They could very easily and quickly have a bloodbath on their hands.

As they received confirmation that the snipers were down, they moved in.

Team One was ready and waiting for the Go command. The lieutenant watched from the edge of the small wooded area where he and his men waited. The guards in front of them would be taken out at any moment. The door they were guarding led directly to the UK Prime Minister’s room. There were only four more guards inside, if his guys were quiet enough, they wouldn’t even have to fight their way back out. His watch glowed 4.44 a.m., he would get the Go any second now. With his eyes fixed on the scene in front of him, he raised his hand and readied his men.

Papa watched as the leader raised his hand to ready his team, that was Papa’s signal to go.

The lieutenant had to blink to see if his eyes were deceiving him as a man materialised next to him. He had just appeared from behind the tree. He heard some noises behind him but nothing else after the baton struck him on the side of the head.

Papa made a noise similar to a small bird, that was the signal for the other two men to move in. The three stepped out from their camouflaged positions in amongst Team One. Saki had seen the leader pay particular attention to two wooded areas which is exactly where he had set up the ambushes. Papa could see the look of confusion on the three soldiers’ faces as he now stood in front of them. The look turned to fear as Papa set to work with the Tonfas. Before they had a chance to react, Papa spun the Tonfas into the side of two of their heads and delivered a double blow with the ends of the Tonfas to the soldier who was unfortunate enough to be in the middle of the three. The other two islanders dealt similar blows to their three and four-man teams respectively.

Papa couldn’t help himself, he noticed the camera on the top of the lieutenant’s helmet. He bent down and gave the camera a big smile before whacking it with his Tonfa.

Team One’s screen showed a set of beaming white teeth, somebody was smiling at him. What the hell are they playing at, thought Williams. However, he realised that nobody was fooling around when the wooden shaft came towards him at high speed. The screen went blank and then snowy.

Williams checked the other two screens, they were still on.

Kano and Kisho had a similar situation to Papa, a small wooded area in which to hide. The soldiers had come in amongst them and had actually stepped on Kisho twice. On the ready signal, they had moved in. The Tonfas were a blur as they cracked off one soldier and hit another before spinning back to hit another. With five soldiers, the likelihood of at least one soldier getting to their gun was dramatically increased. Afterall, the soldiers were highly trained professionals in their own right. It was therefore a testament to Kisho and Kano that not one soldier had the chance to think about shooting back such was the speed they moved through the team.

They too noticed the camera on the lieutenant but didn’t throw Williams a smile, they just knocked it out of commission.

As Williams saw the second camera blink out of action, he began to think that a mile may not be far enough away.

“Just keep driving, head to the airport and quick!”

Saki did not have the luxury of knowing where the third team would come from. It had not been one of Williams’ initial targets. So Saki had to guess where they would position themselves for the final assault. He had guessed right as he watched the soldiers crawl through the Spa. It was adjacent to the villa and offered a very private entrance, out of view of the main hotel and numerous bodyguards. Saki wanted to protect the villa himself. These men were there to kill his babies and he would stop them.

He watched the man ready his team, giving them the signal to prepare themselves to slaughter defenceless children. Saki stepped out of his hiding spot, he hadn’t alerted the other islander before he did so. He wanted as many of these guys to himself. With each spin and thrust of the Tonfa, another limb cracked as Saki, like a maelstrom, waded through the soldiers. The only person quick enough to react to his speed and power was the other islander joining the fray just in time to take care of two soldiers. Each soldier was to be hit once, knocked unconscious before being tied up and left for the local police to deal with once the islanders had gone.

Saki had doubled the blows ensuring each of the soldiers who had threatened his babies would remember that night for a very long time. The first blow had deliberately broken a kneecap, shattered an elbow or destroyed a pelvis and the second blow had knocked the men unconscious before they could even react to the pain.

Williams had only travelled another 100 yards before the third camera was knocked out.

“Faster, just get us the hell off this island!” he screamed to the driver.

As his launch left the shore, Saki dialled the hotel and reported three separate disturbances. Within minutes, the grounds of the hotel were lit up and swarming with police and bodyguards who took into custody a large group of heavily armed, semi-conscious soldiers already bound and ready for prison. Each was missing a tooth and had on them a small photo of the UK and Australian PMs. which none of them could explain under questioning.

The three lieutenants, however, had not been left behind with their men. They were tied up and taken to the launch for transportation to The Beautiful Lady where they would be answering questions. Thanks to Tom’s information, their cyanide teeth were removed.

It had been a very emotional reunion. The launch had sped them out to The Beautiful Lady, anchored just around the coast and out of sight of the villa. Tom and Lela jumped off the launch and into Donald and Rachel’s arms before it had even stopped. Apologies and tears filled the next half hour as the five Kennedys moved into a private study to be on their own.