The Hacker Who Becomes a Mafia-Consultant in the Caribbean After a Diamond Coup in Bangkok

by Stieve Adams

call Jens.

  Time to try the accuracy with this bunch, I think. The distance to their car was an estimated 150 meters, it should be fine with this gun. The distance for their guns, on the other hand, was too long for them to get some accuracy against me.

  With support for a tree trunk, I'm looking carefully first that it's not a worm, I aim at RAV-4an to harm the jeep. The gun is good, my first shot hits the bonnet and bounces on with an angry buzz. I shoot at the cooler and the deck and think I'll meet. The RAV-4an fastens quickly to get away from my shot.

  At the same time I hear shooting behind me, Jens is shooting at the jungle and it is also driven from the jungle against Jens. He has taken off our Suzuki and I jump into the backseat and listen:

  "Run just h-e!".

  He does not answer but drives down the road. I'll see the RAV-4an again and keep shooting at it. Less sure now because the road is not even even.

  "Cool!" Exclaims Jens eloquently.

  At best we have hurt the pursuing jeep, but we will not stop to find out. It's almost a day trip before we get out of the jungle. All the time, we look worried back. Everything goes very well, no rhinos or elephants in the road, as we suddenly get puncture.

  Curses echoes, but we have spare wheels and hopefully jack power.

  "You change wheels," I say to Jens, "I bring a gas tank and go back," I say. I have got one of my brilliant ideas, I think. "Tip when you're done!"

  300 meters away, I put the fuel tank in the middle of the road and go back to the car, but with the petrol bin in sight. The dunk was full of gasoline, but we should do well with the dunks we had left.

  "How are you?" I listen to Jens.

  "Fixed in two minutes!", Will be the answer.

  Nice, I think and prepare to continue the journey when I hear a strained car engine approaching. Never make you happy, now the bad guys are approaching. They have well made their puncture of course.

  I take protection quickly, charge the rifle and wait for the persecuting jeep to appear. It does. When they are 10 meters from the petrol tank, I shoot a shot on it and, of course, I expect it to explode. It works in all TV movies but apparently not in reality. But in any case, the jeep can be trampled and passengers take protection.

  I shoot again against the fuel tank, and now it will be a magnificent explosion that causes the RAV-4an to be thrown out of the way and ending on the side a bit into the jungle. The petrol jar is burning and I'm worried if I'm in a forest fire. For further reflection, I find that the forest is a rainforest and that the fire hardly gets any attachment in all the moisture.

  "Done!", Jens cried and started our jeep. I quickly jump to Suzukin jumping into the backseat and taking cover. The villains shoot wild, but we're out of shoot, it seems like.

  We move on so fast that the little jeep jumps and pits between pits and rocks on the primitive road. We'll drive for a while until we suddenly meet an unusually large rock bump. One rear wheel rolls in one direction and the jeep rolls into the jungle in another direction. Jens and I roll out of our dear Suzuki but fall pretty soft in the undergrowth. The Jeep, on the other hand, looks demolished. The whole front is impressed with a tree, the cooler is leaking and the car does not seem to be driving.

  A quick inspection under the bonnet shows that it does not help to put on a new wheel, the car can not be driven without extensive workshop visits. The toolbox that is available is barely enough for this. Suzukin is not equipped for this, the only thing that is available is jack and field cross.

  When I see which wheel it's released, I'm getting a little bit of jens and outbursts:

  "How do you scratch the wheel really?"

  "We were in a hurry," exclaimed Jens.

  Now good advice is expensive. We do not know how far it is for civilization. We know that there are elephants, rhinos and wild snakes in the jungle. We also know that there are some illiterate individuals behind us.

  "With the packing we go!" I suggest. You have been a scout.

  "It was not fun," protests Jens. He looks pretty confident. Dirty and sweaty after our time in the jungle. Wet and miserable is he. When I'm thinking, I'll probably look in the same sad way.

  However, we bring some rain clothes, a couple of sandwiches and a couple of bottles of Coca-Cola. It is strange that the drink is found all over the world. We make the most of the situation and give us a quick walk. As the road is so bad, the stroll will be less fast.

  We are becoming increasingly exhausted. The big animals are clearly waiting for dusk before they begin to drive the road, but small flying flies, beetles and various mosquitoes are very enerving. The hours pass, the Coca-Colan is over, the sandwiches are moist and inedible and we get tired and tighter and smoother and more legitimate.

  Jens is grieving about crazy scots who take away innocent cooks into the jungle. I think he should stay home when I came to greet. As we fall forward and the darkness drops quickly, we hear a car behind us. We throw ourselves off the road and hide. We dare not stay on the road before we know if there are friends or enemies.

  There are enemies. Judge our surprise when we see a RAV-4a in good speed. It may not be the one we blasted in the air, this has to be a reinforcement that has come the same way. The jeep is always moving well, and we eventually get up the road.

  The continuing promenade becomes extremely careful in the increasingly dense darkness. We comfort us that we have to hear any animals and, above all, see hostile jeeps far away. The darkness makes us stumble and falls often. The moon that has risen above the trees allows us to know where the road is heading. Therefore, we can move on slowly. None of us suggest that we camp for the night. Here it is going to go and hope that we will soon get out of this nasty and scary jungle.

  Suddenly the forest ends and we are on the road side of a real road. We could jump and hurry because we came out of the woods. But we do not do it, but instead get stuck and lightened, it's the fatigue that goes on.

  "Where is the nearest bed," mutters Jens.

  "Quiet," I realize. I see something that looks like a big firefly. There is probably a cigarette that glows in the darkness. First of all, of course, our persecutors in the RAV-4an are waiting for us. On the other hand, they might have to be more careful if they really watched us.

  The smoker seems to have given up the waiting, he extinguishes the cigarette and goes into a car apparently parked at the roadside. The car starts with a whining, a broken silencer makes the jungle's nightly noise overrun.

  We sigh easily, there is no RAV-4, we can keep calm. The ease makes me not respond immediately. It's actually something that attracts attention, something I recognize.

  The car makes a taxi ride and comes against us. Suddenly I remember a bumpy car with broken noise attenuator, a Daf I went on a long time ago. Actually, it was quite recent, but the adventure in the jungle seemed to have lasted for a minority.

  I rush up the road, waving frenetic to stop the car. But Dafen continues. I'm saddened at the roadside. Then suddenly Dafen stops with trembling brakes and slowly turns back and examines us in its headlight.

  "Hi crazy scot!", I hear. Well, that's Andi, my excellent friend from the Elephant Training Center.

  We wander into the old car, where there are both Andi and his girlfriend. They were worried because I did not come back and combined the quest for me with a romantic outing.

  24. The Battle at Kampar

  It seems that we escaped our pursuers. I actually think I've done this quite well so far. I'm not used to adventures in this way but it seems to be very stimulating. I have to remind myself that I am a computer vendor and I have to devote myself to visiting customer visits instead of jeep adventure in the jungle.

  More about this, we will stay well in the city of Andi and eventually leave a Suzuki, which is also reasonably well-kept. With the help of one of Andi's friends we made some minor repairs in place in the jungle. A pair of ball holes and a few buckles make the car look like other cars here.

  After a good night's sleep, we ca
n return to the village on the Kampar River where I landed a few days ago. Although it seems to be longer than that, considering all that happened, see recent days.

  Jens lived in an old manor house, built by the Dutch at least 100 years ago. Two floors, basement and wind. The style of construction was characterized by balconies and frills, but it had been surprisingly good at the time. The climate near the equator is stressful for wooden houses and the jungle grows fast and recovers what it lost in a few years.

  "I've worked hard to clean up and repair," says Jens. Painting and shrubs are going on here. Some villagers under the direction of Jane's delightful wife work in the damp heat. "I'll check if there's any jaw at home."

  "Hello, sweetheart," I hear a familiar voice behind me. It's Valerie's nice sexy voice I hear. "Welcome to civilization!" She quits.

  "Hi, myself," I answer the fostering officer. I had totally forgotten her and had some bad conscience for this. Actually, it was not surprisingly that she was here.

  "I came here yesterday. Sir Randolph was very nice and drove me here. "

  "Sir Randolph ???" I break out and the many question marks are heard clearly.

  "You know the English gentleman who got out of the gasoline when he was so comfortable that he let you jump on Sitting Bull, the tug you know." The voice was honeybellow but it was clear that she did not like being left when I continued With Björn.

  "You could have been waiting for me, raring. Here