Two hours later…
Rakoua walked a small stone house in the middle of the town. The green doors opened with a loud and annoying noise. He entered the house, hiding the key beneath the green carpet with the words “Keep Out” instead of “Welcome”. The owner of the house liked privacy, and trespassers were quite unwelcome. Rakoua knew this place well. He met Karneo, the owner, several times, in all of which one of them had a shot gun and the other hoped to have fast legs.
Rakoua smiled. Karneo wasn’t home. The cameras weren’t either, as they were probably on repair, but it wasn’t like Rakoua cared about being caught too much. Chances were that he would never be seen again…
He silently walked into Karneo’s office. It wasn’t a large room, however it had quite a few modern things in it. For example, a lot of computer disks. Rakoua searched trough them, until he found one that had a something written on it in some kind of a code. Rakoua took it and jumped trough the window, and into his car, driving toward the dock. When he came there, the sun was setting. It was almost nighttime, and the lights slowly turned on. The streets filled with curious tourists, attempting to experience the night life of this city. It was a sight Rakoua had seen a thousand times before, so he simply ran into the Marriane and placed the disk he found. The central screen turned on, and an image appeared. It was the picture of the yacht, followed by the appearance of the icons.
“I hate Windows…” Rakoua said to himself, smiling, and then clicked a new icon on the screen. Suddenly, the lights turned off.
A gunshot flew past Rakoua’s left ear, blowing up the computer behind. A few more shots damaged the instruments, mostly the navigational systems. Rakoua was just barely able to press a red button, closing the door of the control room. The yacht started to move, crippled by the shots but operational. Rakoua knew well who the attacker was. It was Karneo, his well known arch enemy.
The door opened. Karneo wasn’t alone, it seemed, as two ships were following the Marriane. One of them moved in for the kill, a machinegun aiming straight into Rakoua’s head. But the ship’s driver didn’t have a chance to scream, as a torpedo fired from the Marriane destroyed it in seconds. The second moved away. But the danger wasn’t over yet... Actually, it was just beginning. He knew that he couldn’t return to his home anymore, and that he was on his own. The journey into the unknown had begun…
Next chappie will hopefully be this Sunday.
