The other men also look behind them, and Teuns quickly leaps toward the armed Arabs, but D’Arlan calls him back. He knows that it is a futile exercise at this point to try and fight. They cannot do anything, as the Arabs are standing ready with their c****d semi-automatics and fingers on the triggers.
The moment Teuns had leaped, Fritz had also moved. At that exact moment, his heavy fist had shot out, and even before Hoessein knew what was happening, something that felt like a horse’s kick had connected with him, and he landed in the far corner. Fritz prepares to attack the shocked Arab again, but D’Arlan stops him.
“Easy does it, mon ami, the captain says. “We will only get hurt here. We will deal with the rubbish at a later stage.”
mon ami Hoessein is leaning on his one elbow in the c
