Some three minutes and 34 seconds later, according to Rakoua’s broken watch, Rakoua got the computer back online, just in time to escape a few… close calls with the sea floor. The activation of the main computer also revealed that Rakoua was chased by two other boats that seemed extremely similar to his own, just some five meters shorter then the Marriane’s massive size of thirty meters. They too had nasty machineguns, but their design didn’t even look like it was from Karneo’s little gang. Worse, they were catching up, and with those guns, they didn’t look to friendly…
Rakoua heard a sound, and a holographic display appeared. Holographic technology was Rakoua’s design, so he was surprised that the person on the other side of the screen had it too. It was a female, and she introduced herself to be called Amy. Rakoua knew her, and he knew who she worked for. They had visited him a few times in the last few weeks, mostly to ask him why he bought an old WWII ship hangar.
“Hey, look, it’s only a few minutes into my trip and I already have signal from New York! Wonders of satellite technology…” Rakoua smiled.
“You idiot, this is coming in live.” Said Amy, angry.
“Okay, okay… So what do you want? Last time I checked, there was nothing illegal in joyriding in public waters.” Rakoua smiled even more.
“I know, but perhaps the fact that you have bullets all over your vessel and the fact that you’ve been buying weapons for the last two months might…” Amy said, calming herself down, looking at the fire button, wanting to bring the Marriane to a quick and explosive end as soon as she had enough evidence. Was Rakoua doing anything illegal or not, she wanted to close the case that she couldn’t solve for months.
“You know, I’m not as stupid as you think. Those plans you stole from me the other day… They included web cameras. And as far as I can see, you installed them. Not to mention the fact that the button you are looking at is the…” Rakoua stopped rapidly, as another hail appeared on his display.
“Ah can’t you just stop? I don’t get paid enough for this job…” The person said. Rakoua recognized him as Kenji. He visited him once, mostly because of that big freighter that entered seas near Rakoua’s hangar.
“Just make sure you don’t shoot torpedos at me. I can’t stand loud noises.” Rakoua said, still smiling. The three vessels stopped. Kenji and Amy boarded the Marriane, and were welcomed by Rakoua. The problem was that there was only one so nobody drank it.
“First is the little matter of me explaining the large amount of… holes, shall I say? On my ship. You see, I got in a gunfight with the guy I stole this CD from.” Rakoua said, taking out the CD.
“Looks like a normal navigational system CD. You could have just bought one from a normal computer store. Why would someone try to kill for it?” Kenji said, hiding his gun that was pointed at Rakoua from underneath the table.
“Kenji, Kenji, Kenji... What is on that CD isn’t just a normal system. It holds the answer to the secret that was held… secret for a hundred thushand years.” Rakoua said, putting the CD back in.
“And that secret is…” Kenji asked.
“If I knew, then it wouldn’t be so secret, now would it?” Rakoua said, and smiles.
“Well what DO you know?” Kenji was slowly getting angry.
“Two hundred years ago, a ship called the Pioneer was dispatched here to investigate a unique climate of this area, which was only stable two days in a year, which were some 180 days apart. However, the climate destabilized in a bad moment and it never exited. The waters are so harsh that they could sink an Aircraft Carrier with only one wave. I want to find out what the secret of this place was.” Rakoua said.
“So, you aren’t a criminal, you are a cross between a wacko, nerd and treasure hunter. Interesting.” Amy said, signaling Kenji to drop his gun. Kenji didn’t, however… He never liked authority.
“And you AREN’T coming with me.” Rakoua made that quite clear with that sentence.
I'm laaaaaaaaaate... But I have a longer chappie.
Anyway, this should have about fifty chappies and one should come out every Sunday...
