"You know Myra, there's one thing about you that really fucks me off."
Christina said suddenly as they drove back. Myra just looked at her without saying
anything. "We just killed a shit load of people and all you can say is put the kettle
on. Shit, I always thought the English were fucked up-and you're living proof." Myra
was a little taken back, but still managed to smile. "Oh I don't know-we had a job to
do, after all..." "Don't kid yourself girl" interruped Christina "We
were forced into this, at least I was." "Well" continued Myra, "We're
coppers now-and I like it." Christina looked at the big blonde coldly "No-we are
killers-but yes, you do like it, I fucking don't." The remainder of the journey back
to Port Krios passed in silence.
When they reached the police station, Myra took both Uzis and locked them away, whilst
Christina took a shower. Myra Heard Andrios taking on the phone down the hall. She went to
speak to him but as she apoproached she could overhear his conversation. "No...I have
yet to visit the scene, I have posted a couple of militia men to guard the site. Of
course...I shall speak to her personally, but if what she has told me is true, they have
done a wonderful job...yes, the entire cell wiped out at a stroke. Is that not good news?
And what shall I tell them? They are bound ask about leaving and returning home. Mmmm...I
see. Very well." Myra was sure he was talking to the Old Cow. And it was obvious to
her that a speedy return to the UK was not in the offing. Still, why she should care?
Being a copper wasn't bad at all. Even though she wasn't. She quitely made her way back
down the hallway.
Andrios came to see Myra in her office. He beamed his smile at her and offered his
congraulations. Whilst he debriefed Myra she made sure he knew how well Christina had
done. She mentioned returning to the UK and he made comments to the effect that her
presence on the island was necessary awhile longer. He said that it was vital he attend
the scene of today's operation and left. Shortly afterward Christina emerged from the
apartment. She looked at Myra coolly. "Shower's free" she said as she dried her
hair. "Thanks darlin'" said Myra. "You know, he's kinda cute for a man his
age" said the tall American as she watched Andrios out the window. Myra merely
smiled. "'Ere, why don't we go out tonight and celebrate" "What, celebrate
killing all those people?" Christina said sharply. "No, being alive"
countered Myra. Christina half smiled "Yeah, let's"
They started at a small bistro like cafe where they had lobster and bottle of wine. By the
second bottle both women were laughing. Christina asked Myra where she was from. Having
told her, Myra asked the same question of the American. "Jersey" the reply.
"Oh, I bin there" said a smiling Myra "Whot part?" "Trenton"
came the answer. "I saw signs for it on the way from the airport" continued
Myra. "Why would anyone visit Jersey?" asked Christina. Myra shyly said
"Business" and Christina changed the subject.
Changing the subject Myra asked, "'Ere Teen, fancy learning to ride a motorbike? I'll
teach you-it'll be fun and then we wouldn't have to rely on that old Land Rover of
Andrios?" Christina smiled her agreement. "Right then" said Myra
enthusiatily-tomorrow" The women toasted each other and ordered another bottle of
wine...
It was nearly noon before the women were ready to begin their day. Myra took a bike and
Christina the Land Rover to the former RAF base at Punto Del Castillo. Here, with Myra
coaching, Christina learnt the rudiments of motorcycling. By the time the sun was
beginning to dip into the sea, both Myra and Christina were confident enough to switch,
Christina taking the bike back. When they got back to Port Krios, it was decided that they
would do a joint patrol the next day. That went well and Myra suggested that Chritina
should do a circuit of the island by herself. "'Ere Teen" said Myra jokingly,
"Don't get into any high speed chases, will you luv?" After she had gone, Myra
turned to Andrios and said "I think I'll go the other way round, just to keep an eye
on her" Andrios nodded his agreement and Myra departed.
After about twenty minutes, Myra saw Christina approaching. They both stopped and decided
to do one more circuit, agreeing to met back at the same spot. Myra rode off contentedly,
happy with her new, if somewhat uncertain life. Having returned to the same spot Myra lit
a cigarette and proceeded to wait. By the time she had finished it and Christina had not
appeared, Myra grew concerned. When two cigarette ends lay squashed on the road, Myra's
concern turned to worry. She contacted Andridos and told him, and fired up her bike and
roared off, hoping to find her friend. Soon she saw the Land Rover coming the other way.
Both paused, neither having seen Christina. It was only after Myra had passed Roca Del
Diablo twice she notice a set of tyre tracks turning onto the road.
Roca Del Diablo was actually a ridge called Cola Del Diablo that the British had blasted
their way through in WWII to make way for the road, the remaining seaward side now forming
a large rock cliff. Myra turned and gunned the bike up the steep track to the top of the
rock. Her worse fears confirmed, Chritina's bike stood among the bushes. It appeared a
small car had been there too. Myra called Christina''s name, only to hear the sea roaring
a reply far below. The wind whipped at Myra's long hair, swirling sand around. It was then
that Myra noticed the sun's reflection on something...Christina's belt buckle. She lay
half in the bushes, her feet nearer Myra. A massive wound was apparant at her right
temple. The blood had congelled, matted through her hair. Her right hand was above her
head, her gloved index finger forever in the act of squeezing a trigger. Her gun lay just
inches away.