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Comeuppance
Here's a little something that might fit in here... 
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Megan had always loved the water – a fact that was not lost on her as she swam through the warm Mediterranean Sea at sunset. Her cramped seat in the economy class compartment of a budget airline had left her feeling claustrophobic and this was the perfect antidote to counter those sensations. Her neoprene-clad limbs powered her through the water with the occasional air bubble escaping from her breathing apparatus the only trace to betray her position in the failing light.
She took a moment to carefully drift up to the surface, allowing her natural buoyancy to carry her up the six or seven feet. As her head broke the ocean surface, she could clearly pick out the shape of her target against the skyline.
The Nazca was a forty foot long yacht floating majestically on the waves of the Med. Megan had to admit to herself that it was an impressive vessel as she approached it, noting that the on board ladder was still in place, making access to the yacht infinitely easier than she had envisaged.
Pulling herself up via the ladder, she found herself standing on the deck of the Nazca and taking stock of the surroundings. Megan had seen lights visible in the galley area as she had approached so decided that the occupant – one Christopher Robinson – must be in there.
After a cursory examination of the deck, Megan had already decided what her best approach would be. She carefully secured a small cable across the top of the last step leading up from the interior of the boat – in the fading light it would be practically invisible to anyone walking up the steps and provide the perfect mechanism to disable her quarry.
Now she just needed to get his attention.
It took Megan less than thirty seconds to remove the engine hatch, disconnect the primary power cables from the batteries and duck down behind one of the two moderately sized storage lockers located in the aft section of the boat. Just as she anticipated, the slight figure of Christopher Robinson came bounding up the steps less than a minute after the interior of the boat had been plunged into darkness.
His momentum proved to be critical as his trailing left foot caught on the cable exactly the way Megan had planned – sending him crashing down onto the deck and striking his head against a small protrusion in the moulded fibre glass hull. Megan stood up as he crashed against the deck. Advancing towards him, she could tell that he was already either unconscious or worse. Taking a moment to reconnect the power cables and recovering the engine hatch before detaching the cable strung across the steps, she looked out across the eerily flat sea that surrounded them.
Megan pushed the unconscious body towards the edge of the boat, giving it a final shove with her foot before being rewarded with the sound of it splashing into the water. Readjusting her mask, she knew that the cooling sea water could revive her prey at any moment so she dived in after him. Sure enough, as she located his body in the dark water, she could see that he was already regaining consciousness and attempting to make his way back towards the Nazca.
His clothes had weighed him down and were acting as additional weight, however Chris Robinson was trying his best to reach the surface. He suddenly felt two smooth wet bands suddenly wrap around his neck. Megan timed her attack with deadly precision. She knew she had to hold him under the water and drown him. So as he rose towards the surface of the water the girl rose behind him and slid her slim, wiry arms around his neck.
Jamming her knees hard into his back, Megan began bending her supple body backwards, pulling Chris back under the water. His hands waved frantically in the air, breaking the surface for a second before vanishing under the surface. As he realised the steely bands half strangling him were arms, he raised his hands to them to pry the grip loose. Megan, wrapped her long legs round his writhing body, locking her ankles, to hold him close and applying pressure as her thighs dug cruelly into his lower ribs, forcing them to push out precious air from his lungs.
Megan felt a sense of satisfaction as she saw bubbles billowing up to the surface. Chris, his hands sliding, and slipping off her tightly gripping arms, now tried to loose the scissors grip. Under his frantically clawing fingers, he felt steel hard thigh muscles under the rubberised legs, and he found despairingly he couldn't reach her ankles, which was the key to her scissors lock. Again Megan squeezed, feeling a rush as the man struggled and squirmed, helpless in her grip. More bubbles escaped from his desperately clamped lips, as he was helpless to resist the power of her legs. Suddenly, he went mad - furiously clawing and pounding at the girl's strong limbs.
Megan, feeling the man's desperation as he felt his precious oxygen being squeezed out of his lungs unlocked her scissors. She kept one leg coiled round his waist and used her other as a paddle to slowly rotate their bodies. Chris felt the water rush into his nose and mouth, as he rotated upside down. He inadvertently snorted it out and sucked water into his lungs. With a last desperate surge of adrenaline, Chris tried everything his failing mind could think of, clawing and writhing, jerking and pushing.
Megan retaliated by simply locking her thighs around his chest once more and tightening her stranglehold with her arms, and squeezed with all her strength. Chris felt himself grow light headed. He still pushed and pulled at her arms and legs, but now his resistance was uncoordinated, his strength failing him. Megan felt his body jerk convulsively a couple of times, then his hands slipped weakly off her steely thighs, before her prey limply became a rag doll in her legs. She watched with satisfaction as she watched the corpse float away from her – glassy, lifeless eyes staring back at her.
She began to swim back towards the fishing boat that she had hired to bring her out that evening – already she was formulating a plan as to how she would liquidate the local who she had paid to bring her out, after all, it didn’t pay to leave any witnesses who might be able to identify her once news got out of this “tragic” accident.
That’s when something big hit her from below. The first thought through Megan’s head was one of surprise – especially as she found herself momentarily thrown out of the water before crashing back down into the sea. Then she realised that the water around her was taking on a faintly crimson tinge – coupled with the fact that she found she couldn’t move her right leg.
The strangest thing of all though, Megan thought, was that it didn’t seem to hurt that much. Must be shock setting in, she mused as she drifted aimlessly through the water. Something moved at the edge of her peripheral vision – something sleek and powerful, perfectly adapted to it’s environment with it’s counter shaded colour scheme, circling her with intent – and even with visibility decreasing as the water around her became infused with her blood she recognised the shape as that of a shark.
Not just any type of shark though, this was definitely of the genus Carcharodon carcharias – the Great White Shark.
Megan had always considered herself something of an apex predator in the water, now she realised she was literally out of her depth. “They think we’re seals you know,” Her father’s voice filled her head. “They come up, take a bite out of you and then generally leave you alone once they realised that we’re not.” She couldn’t focus clearly and her breathing was becoming ragged, uneven. Megan bit down on the regulator as the “White Death” nudged her, catching her with its powerful tail.
“I remember, during the war,” Megan heard her grandfather’s voice now. Megan smiled – it had been so long since she’d spoken to him – his death six years ago had affected more than she had ever anticipated it would. “There were soldiers used to go swimming in the Med at night. Every now and then, one would go missing – you’d find their uniform on the beach but you’d never see them again. The top brass suspected that they’d gone AWOL to begin with, but it was never proven. They thought maybe the Jerries had picked them off – you know, maybe some sort of submarine thing or frogmen. Then we found Bill – or what was left of him. They said it was a boating accident – that a rotor of a boat patrolling the area in the night had caught him. I was in the Navy for fifteen years but I never saw a rotor chew up a man like that.”
“Of course, the problem is that when it takes a bite they’ve got that many teeth that it’s invariably fatal,” Her father’s voice rang in her ears again. “But they generally don’t eat people – the ratio of fat to bone just isn’t right for them.” She felt her eyelids getting heavy as she watching the leviathan swim away back into the murky depths from which it had emerged. “They think that they breed somewhere in the Med as well as South Africa and California…” The neurons in her brain were misfiring now as her blood loss became critical. A rush of endorphins flooded her brain as her body tried to counter the inevitable onset of death. Bite must have severed an artery - won’t be long now...
A few hours later, the same fisherman who had been hired by Megan on he mainland looked at his watch one last time. It was getting late and she still hadn’t returned. A quick disgusted snort and he fired up the engine of his boat. Taking a minute to toss her bag and clothes overboard, he looked out at the flat water around him.
“Bloody tourists.” He muttered as he swung the boat around and headed in land.
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Re: Comeuppance
Another very good story.
The female assassin is a very well drawn character. You provide a brilliantly detailed description of the drowning scene. I also like the surprise of the shark coming to get her at the end ... very unexpected and very funny.
Unfortunately, the shark scene didn't last for very long!
To play "armchair author" for one minute, you could have had the assassin sitting cross-legged on the edge of the boat, sliding her fingers through her damp hair. She relays back to HQ on her concealed earpiece informing her superior that the assignment is now complete; the target has been liquidated. To emphasize her confidence and vanity, she could demand a three week vacation to the Bahamas to work on her tan. Moments later, the shark pops out of the water and snags her off her perch. That would make it all the more humiliating.
Its always enjoyable to watch an evil babe receive her comeuppance the moment she thinks everything is going her way.
Otherwise, great job.
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Re: Comeuppance
I have to confess that it's part of a much larger piece where a group of government agents are directed to remove various "unsavoury" elements - except the twist is the agents are all corrupt and using the cover of the "war on terror" to advance their own positions (something that's been quite prevalent here in the UK - even if it hasn't hit the newspapers yet). So you're seeing Megan after she's already negotiated a promotion upon successful completion of this hit.
Now, the shark thing was something I did wrestle with - my own research into shark attacks mirrors the conversation with her father - they're very brief and you generally have the initial bite and that's it. I wanted to do something more "Jaws-esque" but other people I spoke to (including the Mrs) thought I was going over the top when I wrote it! I'm still not sure myself...
The stuff from her grandfather was a story my grandfather told me about his experiences in the war - my grandmother had different stories about the war, which explained why she was so fluent in French and handy with a knife...
Thanks for the feedback!
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Re: Comeuppance
quote:
DeanXXX wrote:
Its always enjoyable to watch an evil babe receive her comeuppance the moment she thinks everything is going her way.
I like that too! 
Jimbo
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Re: Comeuppance
So do I...
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