Fiddlestix – Part 24

Fiddlestix has her wish, a boat and a star to steer it by. No, actually, she has a boat and a man to steer it, whatever. At least they can come at Bobby from the water. Unfortunately, they’re in for a rather unpleasant surprise.

Stumpy, Blacksmith and Tully went on in the Hummer. She, Loki, Buzzard and Garwood took the boat into the river.

“You can find the Noir HQ from here, can’t you?” Buzzard was nervous on the water, but less than Blacksmith would have been.

“Buzz, I know where I’m going.”

“I know. It’s just water. I don’t do so good with water.” He shuddered, backing away from the side. He tightened the straps on his life jacket and walked to the aft gun mount.

“Noir line’s coming up,” Fiddlestix told them.

Loki cut the motor and checked in with the land team.

“I’m ready,” Stumpy announced.

“Me and Tully are set,” Blacksmith told her.

“Do you need me for something?” Garwood’s tone was sullen.

“Sure as hell ain’t for your vivacious smile,” Buzzard growled as he positioned himself behind his gun.

“Can you shoot?” Loki was trying to keep peace. He offered the only alternative he could think of. He didn’t care that they hated each other, he just didn’t want to hear about it.

“Yes, of course. I’m an expert marksman.”

Loki handed Garwood a sophisticated sniper rifle. She went up a few marks in Fiddlestix’ opinion when she checked the weapon like a professional.

“I thought he had boats patrolling this area,” Loki said.

“Should be half a dozen,” Fiddlestix took the field glasses and examined the coast carefully.

The radio scratched beside her. Tully’s voice came in gruffly. “You see shit from where you are?”

“No,” Fiddlestix replied tersely. There is nothing here.
We need to get to the Harlichs immediately!”

Loki didn’t ask questions. The motor roared as he backed into the river. Buzzard held on to the gunwale, knuckles going white.

Fiddlestix called Tully. “Head to Harlichs, Tully.”

“What’s wrong?” Garwood looked genuinely concerned.

“When we left there was trouble starting between the Noir and the Harlichs,” Fiddlestix explained. “I talked to Karl and he said he was mounting an offensive against them. Maybe they attacked first.”

Tight lipped, she took the field glasses again and began scanning the horizon for signs of a battle. The sky was clear and blue. They saw nothing until they passed a final bend of the river.

© 2011 Dellani Oakes

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