Hunters moon

42: Rid the evedince

Koos looked through his binoculars, the ship wasn't moving at all, and there were no people on the main deck.

Koos unshouldered his rifle making Luna laugh "That won't work on her you i***t"

"Ssh! Something's off, everyone be alert!"

Piet got his shotgun pumped and Frits laid down with a snipe rifle looking through the scope.

"You're right Koos, I see nothing" Frits said.

"Nothing means nothing, that doesn't mean something's wrong" Michael said.

"Where in your life have you seen a cruise ship that vacant in the middle of the ocean?" Koos asked.

They slowly came next to the ship, weapons aimed up.

"Blood" Dianne said "I smell a lot of blood"

"Your friend is dead" Luna said

"Would you lot shut it!?" Koos said getting a grapple hook ready. He tossed it up to the rails then tied it to the yacht, after they made sure nothing responded to the grappling hook above they geared up.

"Frits, on me, Piet bring that lucky packet" Koos started climbing the rope, Frits close behind. Piet shouldered a large duffle bag and also started climbing.

"Lucky packet?" Michael asked but got no answer.

On deck Koos waited for Frits and Piet to join him.

"Load that thing Piet" Koos said as he and Frits covered him with the rifles. Out of the duffle bag Piet extracted a large six barrel grenade launcher, shouldered the bag again and tapped Koos's shoulder. As a single unit they moved guns pointed, Koos and Frits in front, Piet close behind having the grenade launcher ready.

They soon found the dead bodies, and could only assume the worst, but where was Quintin? They couldn't find his body right off the bat.

"Frits, check if that b***h is still on board, and maybe Quintin as well, before we go through all these bodies one by one" Koos said taking a knee still aiming.

Frits took his computer out and made a scan.

"No, Cleopatra's signal is gone, but on the bridge I see two heartbeats"

"Ok, lets move"

They got to a deck just below the bridge, the door of the bridge was open. Koos signaled Piet to load the first three rounds with teargas grenades, Piet loaded then readied, aiming the launcher from the lower deck up to the bridge.

Koos and Frits silently climbed the steps until they were within breaching distance. After placing gas masks on, Koos gave the signal and Piet fired the three grenades in rapid succession through the open door.

***

"When will they be here?" Katja asked sitting in the captains chair, Quintin had binoculars and was scanning through the windows of the bridge.

"They should have arrived by now"

They heard strange plume noises and Katja shrieked when the three grenades came in through the open door and boomed their gas into the room, one struck Quintin on his head making him fall. Katja was overwhelmed and fell coughing, Quintin also couldn't breathe, his eyes were on fire and his throat burnt like coal.

"Nobody Fokkin move! The first of you fokkers that moves will eat a lead pill!" Koos yelled as he and Frits charged into the room.

"Koos!" Quintin coughed "What the fuhhck are you doohhing!"

"Frikkie? Is that you!?"

"Yes! For fucksakes! Why!? Huhg whhats whhith the fhhucking teargaas!"

Katja was screaming through her coughs, not only did the gas burn her eyes and throat, but it burned the wound on her shoulder as well, she never experienced teargas before only heard of it. Quintin forced himself to get up and grab Katja in his arms then ran out.

Outside Koos and Frits gave them water to rinse their faces.

"That's all I can do for now, the teargas is oil based, so my suggestion is look into the sun and allow your eyes to tear up, water doesn't really get it out"

Katja was rubbing her eyes viciously "It burns! It f*****g burns!"

"Don't rub! Look into the sun, rubbing makes it worse!" Koos yelled.

"Why is it always f*****g breach and clear with you fuckers Koos!? A simple knock on the door also works sometimes!" Quintin said squinting into the sun.

"Sorry Boet, we found all those dead bodies on deck and assumed the worst" He said and looked at Katja "Who's the chick?"

"Her name is Katja, and she got bitten" Quintin said still squinting into the sun.

"s**t, you ok sussa?" Koos asked her.

"Yes, no thanks to you!" She yelled holding her shoulder.

"We have to redress that wound, the teargas probably soaked into the bandages, it will continue burning her at this rate" Piet said.

"We have fresh supplies down below, Frits, help me get them down, Piet, get rid of the evidence"

"Copy" They both said.

Down in the yacht Frits helped Quintin down who had Katja on his back, after him Koos and Piet also dropped down.

"Hey Pussycat" Naledi said seeing Quintin, but his red eyes made her laugh "Oh s**t, did you get sprayed with mace or something?"

"Worse! Piet shot us with teargas!" Quintin yelled making her laugh louder.

Piet took a spray can and in big letters printed DPK on the side of the ship, then started the yacht.

"What's the DPK for?" Quintin asked.

Koos lit a cigarette and blew the smoke "A fokkin contingency plan, when this wreck is found they'll see this painted on the side, we want the people to think its a terrorist group known as DPK who blew this ship up"

"Why?" Luna asked making him leer at her.

"To protect you stupid mutts! All the people on board that ship was torn apart!"

"You're protecting the werewolves?" Katja asked.

"It's as I said, there are good and bad ones Katja" Quintin said.

"Oh, and you're protecting the good ones, despite there being bad ones?" Katja said looking at Koos.

"Yes"

"Why does this human girl know about us!?" Michael scolded.

"Because she was bitten by one!" Quintin yelled back at him, the two glared at each other "Who the f**k is this anyway Koos?"

"That's Michael and Dianne, you met them in Angola as werewolves" Koos said looking at the two "He's that big cat that helped you"

They looked at each other again "I'll be damned, you came to help against Cleopatra?" Quintin asked.

"No" Michael said but they got interrupted by Piet who stopped the yacht.

"Here we go boys, time for some fireworks"

"What do you mean fireworks?" Quintin asked but Piet held a detonator high above his head.

"Show me them boobies!" He yelled and pressed the button.

The entire ship in the distance blew in half, the middle rose high where the epicenter of the explosion was sending the exhaust pipe of the ship flying so high it got small to the eye, the front and back of the ship moaned dipping and going under separately, and only after a few seconds did the chimney pipe hit the water. Piet stood there seeming a little shocked.

"f**k, sakes, blew that fokkin thing in half hey Piet?" Frits whistled.

Koos slapped his bald head "You fokkin i***t! I told you to make it look like a terrorist attack! Not blow the whole thing out of the fokkin water!"

"s**t, uh..." Piet rubbed his head "I guess I used too much explosives"

"No fokkin s**t!" Koos yelled.

The entire crew of the yacht stood flabbergasted watching the mushroom cloud rose into the air.

"That..." Katja spoke first "That ship was solid steel... How much explosives did you use to make it tare in two?" She sat wide eyed over the water.

Koos rubbed his forehead "Forfucksakes let's just go"

Piet started the yacht again and they set off.

"Tell me? You blasted warmongers! How would that 'not' look like a terrorist attack?" Luna asked.

"Terrorists won't blow a ship apart, Piet should have planted something, maybe use a body on board and tie some explosives to it then place the body somewhere in the lower decks, enough to blast a hole in the haul... Make it look like a suicide bomb, Now whenever they find that ship, it will look like it got blown away by a fokkin world war two destroyer, meaning it could tilt to war"

Luna realised he was right "You think that far ahead, even while blowing s**t up?"

"There is a fine line between peace and war sussa, you need to tread carefully. World war one started because one man was killed, just one"

"You have a point"