Monday, June 13, 2011

Part 13 - From Perth, Western Australia

"Sorry Bro, but that's not going to happen," Brick blurted. "That little guy got me out of a pretty tight spot and he risked his family doing it. He and I have a contract and I'm not about to break it. If you're not happy with that, you and Harley can get on your bikes and go find some real terrorists to dispose of."

Brick was not about to be pushed around by his brother. For goodness sake, he disappears for years and then turns up out of the blue and starts throwing his weight around. Brick had had enough of others calling the shots. The Army, his wife, the lawyers and any other sod who thought they could get him to comply. This worm had definitely turned and it wasn't about to wriggle back into the cracks again.

"And as far as grabbing the chief while he's indisposed, I don't think it's such a clever plan. You remember Mum always used to say, 'You catch more bees with honey than vinegar.' I reckon we need to find something the chief wants bad enough that he will want to give up on some of that gold. When he goes to get it we will follow him. And as far as the Russians are concerned - Divide and Conquer."

Sylvio could tell by the look on Brick's face there was no point in pushing any further. Harley clinched his fists. Why bother with words when he had something more forceful up his sleeve? But Sylvio nudged him, indicating that wasn't going to happen either. Either way there was no point hanging about the chief's ablutions block any longer.

They went back into the woods and found a good place for a makeshift camp to enter into further discussions. As yet nothing had been agreed upon, but they all knew that unless there was an agreement of some kind no plan would work. Brick was glad he had finally found his brother, but it had been a long time and he wasn't sure if blood was still thicker than water. For the time being he wasn't going to trust any of his companions.

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