Hunters moon

18: Own plans

Frits Racked his R1 rifle and fired a line in the floor past Ezbar, making him flinch at the spattering tiles and backed away from it, Koos also racked and fired past Quintin's feet, he backed up and collided with Ezbar, Naledi ran to an open door but Piet pumped his shotgun and shot a filing cabinet sending it flying sideways to block her escape.

She stopped turned and attempted to take Piet down, but he drew a leg back and kicked her to the ground, placing his boot between her breasts, pumping the shotgun again and aiming the still smoking barrel at her face "Easy now sexy, I don't want to blow away the rest of that pretty face"

Naledi watched the spent shotgun shell hit the ground, then furiously looked up at Piet "You f*****g bastards!"

"Wha...! What's going on here!?" Ezbar yelled.

"Anyone move a little too quick to my liking! And we send you six feet under! Am I understood!?" Koos yelled.

"But! Why!?" Quintin yelled.

"The blueprints, where are they?" Koos said aiming the R1 at Ezbar, he lifted his arms.

"I! You know I can't just give them to you General, they're confidential, military secrets!"

Koos lifted his rifle and squeezed the trigger towards the roof, the R1 with gas chamber fully closed powerfully fired it's seven point six two round and blew a huge chunk of concrete out making it fall to the ground in a plume of dust.

"The next fucker! Who utters the word 'Confidential!' Will meet his fokkin maker! The only thing I want to hear next! Is the location of those blueprints! Am I clear!" He screamed, silencing Ezbar and Quintin.

Naledi tried to get Piet's foot off her chest but he gave her a stomp "Easy now sussa"

"Frits go check in that filing cabinets back there so long" Koos said gesturing with the barrel of his rifle.

"Copy" Frits went over and used the back of his rifle to bust off the locks, then continued to go through the paperwork.

"I don't get it!? You're the good guys!! You're our national defence force! You're not the criminals!?" Ezbar panicked.

"Sorry doc, but you're design on the weapons are a little lousy, take for instance this R1 rifle" He held the weapon up "Yes, it's very powerful, but it jams if you don't keep it clean and well oiled.

If you just made the ejection chamber a little bigger, and modified it with a different alloy, it won't jam so much, but no! Build it quick, get it done, send it off, you roll around in the money! And we get stuck with it's fokkin problems on the border!"

"I can fix it! I swear!"

"Nothing here General" Frits said.

"That's a shame" Koos replied and aimed at Ezbar again "Last chance doc! Tic tok tic tok! You don't want me to show you how powerful an R1 really is! Trust me!"

"But it's confidential! I could go to jail for handing you..." Ezbar couldn't even finish his sentence when Koos shot his leg clean off by the knee, he wailed and fell to the ground.

"f**k! Are you crazy!?" Quintin yelled.

"Next time! I'll aim a little higher! And castrate that old fucker! He doesn't need his testicles anymore now does he!?"

"Ok! Ok! It's in the next room! There's a walk in safe! The combination is seven seven six one one, I swear that's the truth! In there is a black plastic box! That's where I keep them!" Ezbar cried in agony.

"Go check it Frits" Koos said and Frits left.

"Why?" Naledi asked Piet personally.

Piet smiled at her "We have our own reasons sussa"

"You could have told me, I would have helped you"

"No, you must help Ezbar and Quintin, whilst we do our own thing for now"

Koos was impressed at how Piet caught on with his and Frits' plan, they didn't even tell him what they were going to do, he just went along like it was normal procedure. Frits came into the room with the box and opened it.

"Bingo!" He said opening a scroll "Here's the print for the R1 right off the bat"

"Good, now Ezbar, were can we make copies?" Koos asked aiming again.

"Far back corner!" He moaned, Quintin was busy making a tourniquet to stop the bleeding.

"I don't get it!? Why go through all this trouble just to make copies!?" Naledi yelled.

"The good doctor will continue his work, there are men out there who need his weapons, we just want the prints to make some modifications"

"Fok Koos, look at this" Frits held up a blueprint of a helicopter, but it was sleekly designed, and looks like it carried weapons.

"What's this!?" Koos asked.

Ezbar peeked through his teared eyes "That's unfinished blueprints for a new helicopter gunship called the Rooivalk"

"Rooivalk?"

"Yes, it was supposed to replace the Alouette and the Impala at once, taking on both their role's"

"Fucksakes! I'm making a copy of this as well" Frits said.

"You see, there's another problem you have doc, multi rolling a weapon keeps costs down, but hinders it's true potential. Take the Ratel for instance, making it an IFV was good thanks to it's agility, but since it can out maneuver a tank, why not better it's upgrades so it can face a tank?"

"That's what I did with the Ratel ninety!"

"It's a Ratel twenty with a Eland armored car's turret fitted to it! That's it! Nothing done to it further!"

"But anything more would be too costly, and it will hinder the performance of the Ratel all together!"

"Exactly costly, always fokkin costly, while men die on the border. Don't worry doc, we'll show you what well do with the Ratel, then we'll talk again"

"Got it all Koos"

"Excellent! Let's fokoff" Koos said backing away after Frits left with the copies "Remember doc, we're keeping these plans safe, no one but us will have it" He said and disappeared out of the room.

Piet lifted his foot off Naledi's chest "No one move, or I'll blow you away, if I see movement as we leave, death will snuff you out"

"I promise you! I will find you, you can't hide from me!" Naledi said sitting up.

"I'm counting on that sweet cheeks" Piet winked and disappeared.

When it was finally safe, Quintin took Ezbar's arm "Come doc, we need to get you to a hospital quickly"

"No, were in the middle of the Kalahari dessert, there are no hospitals around for miles, in the room next door are all my medical equipment, take me there"

Quintin lifted Ezbar up and quickly carried him around, Naledi closely followed "I'm going to have to sow my leg together, it's going to take a while, if I pass out from the pain, inject me with adrenaline over there in that med kit" Ezbar said as Quintin placed him on an operating table.