Tiger by the Tail-eARC

by John Ringo;Ryan Sears

  It wasn’t the action they had seen already, or the near guarantee of more to come in the next few days. Indeed, he was looking forward to the next time he would enter combat and win more honor for his house and himself.

  Vanel had also received praise in his AARs from both Adams and Yosif. The side mission assisting the Chinese police out of their sinking vehicle had gone very well. He’d even overheard the Kildar himself mention his name in the same sentence as the term “a natural” while talking to the Master Chief. It wasn’t any of that at all.

  And it wasn’t their destination that was keeping him up either. So far, the landfalls they had made had either been large cities or jungle-filled islands. They were about twenty hours away from Phuket, and had just entered the Strait of Malacca again.

  The truth was, Vanel did not know why he couldn’t sleep. He just knew he wasn’t. After tossing and turning for long minutes, he rose from his bed and padded to the door. He was almost outside when a throat quietly cleared on his left.

  Freezing in place, Vanel slowly looked over to see Yosif staring at him from his bed. “Going somewhere, Inara Four?”

  “I—cannot sleep. I thought a walk on deck might help.”

  “Five minutes, then you return.”

  Vanel nodded. “Yes, sir.”

  Before his team leader’s head hit the pillow, the Keldara was asleep again.

  With an envious grin, Vanel headed topside. Walking into the balmy, rainy night, he took a deep breath of the salty air and immediately started to feel better.

  Even the rain here is opposite from our homeland, he thought, raising his face into the warm drops as he walked to the railing. Back home, the rain was almost always cold, even in summer. Instinctively he looked left and right for the floating guards that made their irregular rounds, but could scarely make them out in the darkness. They, however, wouldn’t have the same problem, as they’d be wearing night-vision goggles.

  A shadow fell across him, and he turned, expecting to be challenged by the night guard. Instead, one of the last people in the world he expected to see out here at this hour appeared.

  “Kildar!” Vanel stiffened to attention as his leader stood before him, a bottle of Mountain Tiger in his hand.

  “At ease, Vanel. The regular rotation is still on. I’m just out for a stroll.”

  “Yes, Kildar, as am I.”

  “Can’t sleep?”

  Vanel shrugged. “Yes—I thought fresh air might help.”

  “What do you think of our trip so far?”

  Vanel’s tongue was momentarily paralyzed. He hadn’t had a lot of one-on-one time with the Kildar, although Oleg had said the man was like this; utterly dedicated while on mission, and pretty laid-back when off. “It is very enjoyable.”

  “Oh? Which part have you liked the best?”

  “The underwater parts, sir.”

  The Kildar chuckled. “Half-fish, just like Yosif and the rest. Let me guess, you’ve been so busy with mission prep and other duties that you haven’t had time to get to the sundeck?”

  If a Keldara elder—or, All-Father forbid—a mother had asked that question, the right answer would have been, “What sundeck?” Of course, the elders wouldn’t have allowed the existence of the sundeck in the first place. owever, However, when the elders were away, the children would play. The girls had all discovered the pleasures of lying out on the upper deck for hours—after enduring a lecture from Greznya regarding sunscreen, of course.

  It had already become a game among the various teams to manufacture the best excuse to show up there during shift change. The winner so far had been Marko, who’d stayed there for two hours during the trip to Hong Kong, claiming he’d been instructed to test the lotion the girls were using to make sure it was the proper “SOF.” The fact that he’d gotten the acronym wrong hadn’t lessened his victory in the slightest.

  Vanel had not had a chance to go yet, but he was working on a damn good reason to get himself up there. Therefore, his reply was confident. “I have heard of the place, but have not been there myself, of course.” The “yet” was added only in his head.

  “Of course you haven’t.” The Kildar grinned as he clapped him on the shoulder. “Keep up the good work, Vanel. And don’t stay too late out here. My Inaras have to be rested and ready for whatever Thailand might throw at us.”

  “Yes, sir.” Vanel watched the man head down the middle staircase below deck. He exhaled only when he was sure the Kildar was gone. Still, now he felt a hundred times better than when he had first come topside. Humming quietly, he decided to take one lap around the huge boat, then head back down.

  Rounded the stern of the Big Fish, he had just started down the port side when he heard an odd noise. Vanel stopped in place, then soundlessly crept to the nearest wall, disappearing into the shadows there. He snuck forward, one step at a time, moving heel-toe, heel-toe as he had been trained. Hearing the noise again—almost like a muffled sob—Vanel peeked around the corner, his eyes widening in surprise.

  “Xatia?”

  Hearing her name spoken from three feet away made the tiny girl squeak and jump into the air, whirling around to glare at him with tear-streaked eyes. “Vanel! Are you trying to scare me to death!” she hissed, smacking him on his broad chest.

  “I—I am sorry to have disturbed you.” Even in his embarrassment, he couldn’t help noticing that she filled out her two-piece bikini—which was soaking wet—extremely well. Although short, her lush curves were straining the bright scraps of cloth. Along with his sympathy, Vanel felt something else stirring a bit further south, and shifted his weight so he could adjust himself and make sure she didn’t notice.

  “What is the matter?” he asked, to keep her attention from wandering as well.

  The smaller girl shook her head miserably. “I—oh, this is so embarrassing, I mean, I have just arrived here, but I am homesick already!” She waved her hand at the endless ocean. “The ship is great, and the girls are fun too, but I simply cannot take all this water!”

  Before he knew it, she had thrown herself into his arms. Even with the very pleasant sensation of all that female skin on his, Vanel still glanced around to ensure no one else was observing them. No matter what the circumstances, the elders would not look upon this at all kindly.

  He patted her back awkwardly while clearing his throat. “There, there—”

  She looked up at him, and although he tried to fight it, he stared back into her eyes. “I feel ever so much better now that you are here, Vanel.”

  “Uhh…” Even almost losing himself in her deep brown eyes, and with those lush, pouty lips mere inches away from his own, Vanel was still able to retain his situational awareness. Therefore, instead of kissing her, which he wanted very much to do, he clamped a hand over her mouth and drew her into the shadows with him.

  “Shh,” he hissed into her ear. To her credit, Xatia didn’t squirm, squeal, or try to bite his hand. Instead, she waited for his next words.

  For a long moment, the two Keldara just stood there, waiting. Then Vanel heard the noise that had put him on alert again.

  A faint clink that could only come from an anchor chain. But it shouldn’t be making any noise, as they were up and secured fast. Which could only mean…

  “Find the nearest guard and let him know there are tangos incoming on the port bow.” Releasing Xatia, Vanel didn’t check to make sure she was going to do what he had told her to do. He was already heading forward to intercept whoever was stupid enough to try and sneak aboard a Keldara vessel.

  Chapter Thirteen

  These guys are crazy, Somchai Chaisukkasem thought as he guided the small skiff across the ocean water toward the majestic yacht. No way am I going up there.

  Fortunately, he didn’t have to. A former fisherman, he had turned to rice farming five years ago, but the floods in his native land had wiped out his crop, so he had no choice but to return to the ocean and try to catch enough to sell again.

  Since then, his da
ys had been filled with nothing but water, water, and more water, starting before dawn and ending after dusk. The fish he caught was barely keeping his family fed, and Somchai found he had to go further and further out to catch them every day.

  So, when a man he had never seen before walked up to his boat and offered him a month’s earnings to take five men out onto the Gulf of Thailand for one night, Somchai had not thought too hard before agreeing. He figured they were probably criminals, but by that point he was too tired and desperate to care. They had paid the half of the outrageous price up front, and he had made sure his wife and three children had received it before he left. They had also brought a brand-new electric motor for his boat, which they said he could keep after the job was done. Somchai had his doubts that he’d ever see land again, but he was still willing to take the risk.

  Now, however, he was having second thoughts about the whole thing. The night had started with him coming down to the pier to see a half-dozen masked men with wicked looking guns waiting for him. The forty-foot cigarette boat they rode in for the first thirty miles with his fishing boat lashed to the stern was the next clue.

  When he saw exactly what they were asking him to do, however, he almost backed out right then and there. But the only way out now was a bullet to the back of the head. Therefore, Somchai had aimed his boat through the rain toward the fast-moving white yacht in the distance, concentrating very hard on the masked man’s insistence that they approach the bow of the immense pleasure craft. Fortunately, the electric motor worked perfectly, propelling his eighteen-foot skiff toward the superyacht in near silence. The plan had been to have the cigarette boat distract any one who might be on deck with a pass to the rear, making sure to show up on their radar, while the skiff approached the bow and allowed the boarding party to come aboard.

  “You will have only one chance,” he said when they were less than a minute out. “I will pass in front of the yacht only once. How you get aboard is your problem. I won’t be coming back for anyone.”

  “Just get us there and we will do the rest.” The leader had replied.

  Even with his fifteen years of piloting, they had almost gone down anyway. Somchai thought the yacht was doing about sixteen knots, and had come in on an angle to the bow, hoping to give these men enough time to throw their grapples and get aboard before he passed the ship completely.

  The boat was moving faster than he had thought, however, and his skiff came dangerously close to the sweeping bow. Wanting to veer away, he’d felt the cold circle of a pistol barrel pressed against his neck. “Get us close to the boat, and you won’t get shot,” the leader had said. Somchai had done as ordered, sending up a silent prayer for him and his family and preparing himself for a short swim before drowning in the middle of the Gulf.

  He had come as close to the gleaming vessel’s port side as he had dared, and the two men had thrown their grappling hooks, then the six had scrambled aboard. One of them had hit the anchor as he climbed, making the chain clink in the quiet night. Somchai didn’t care if they made it aboard or not, he only had eyes for the huge yacht bow that was about to crush his skiff into flotsam.

  Jamming the rudder hard to port with all his strength, Somchai felt his skiff rock wildly back and forth under him as he hit the swells rolling out from the yacht. He took on a good deal of water, and thought he was going to sink before the skiff righted itself and kept going, although now riding low in the water. Once he was stable, he twisted the throttle and sped off into the night, wanting to get as far away from those pirates as he could. Rowing back to the shore once the engine gave out would be a small price to pay for escaping with his life.

  * * *

  The last man on deck, Daniel bin Suleiman, scrambled over the railing of the yacht, anticipating an easy subdual and looting. Even though his cousin Issako had warned him about the dangerous people he was going up against, the former Malaysian Army corporal thought if they could maintain the element of surprise in the first few minutes, then the battle would already be half won. And recovering the package and getting it back to Sunia would set him up in the tongs for good this time.

  That was why he had rounded up a couple of army buddies who weren’t doing jack-shit after their discharge, grabbed a couple of Sunia’s boys, and hopped a plane to the southern tip of Thailand. Sunia had supplied them with all of the information they’d needed and seed money to pull off the plan. He just wanted the green box back. Anything else they found on the boat they could keep or sell. And that had been poor Daniel’s marginally thought-out plan.

  He was reaching for his submachine gun when a form charged him from the shadows. Daniel tried to bring the weapon up, but the man closed too fast and shot a palm heel strike to his chin. He move his head aside so the blow only grazed him, but the man kept moving, trapping his gun so that he couldn’t fire with one arm, and grabbing the back of his neck and bringing his head forward in a vicious head-butt.

  * * *

  The intruders might have had more success with their infiltration, except for two problems. One, they had made enough noise to attract Vanel’s attention.

  Second, they were trying to come aboard just after the guard rotation. The new man was awake, alert, and very large. Like every member of each team, he shouldered his share of more mundane duties along with leading his fellow Keldara.

  Fortunately, Oleg had very large shoulders. So, when he saw Xatia’s small form round the aft corner of the yacht’s superstructure, he didn’t even raise his carbine, having identified her the moment after he caught her movement.

  “What are you doing up, little one?” he asked.

  She pointed across the boat to the front port side. “Men coming aboard on that side. I do not know how many. Vanel is over there already.”

  “Get inside now,” Oleg said, then hit his mike. “All guards, tangos on front port quarter, repeat, tangos on the front port side. Move to intercept now.”

  As he spoke, he climbed a ladder that took him up to the raised portion of the bow that flowed into the bridge. Moving silently, Oleg stepped across the reinforced fiberglass cowling, sinking to his elbows and knees and low-crawling the rest of the way. When he reached the edge, he could hear footsteps, and then the sounds of a scuffle.

  Peeking his head over, he saw a half-dozen men beginning to fan out along the railing, heading in both directions. Not one of them was looking up. Oleg heard the bow and stern guards report in as they closed from those directions. He raised his rifle and sighted in on the nearest man when one of them men was tackled by a figure that leaped on him from the shadows of the boat.

  “Eliminate the rest,” Oleg said as he squeezed the trigger on his silenced rifle, dropping one of the intruders just as he was about to shoot Vanel. “Leave the one Vanel is subduing alive.”

  Four more shots sounded in the next five seconds. Four more tangos dropped to the deck, dead.

  * * *

  The blow to his nose made Daniel see stars, and by the time he recovered, his weapon was gone and he was face down on the deck, his arm hammerlocked up between his shoulder blades. He looked over for the rest of his team, but only heard a series of silenced shots and the thuds of bodies falling.

  He barely had time to think that maybe Issako had been right about these guys when his hands were zip-tied and he was flipped over, finding himself surrounded by a half-dozen men. One of them, a shorter guy with brown hair and cold, brown eyes, stared back at him.

  “Now what the hell do we have here?”

  * * *

  Mike was disappointed in the night’s work, although not in his men.

  He’d barely gotten started on the ringleader of the pirates when the man had spilled everything he knew, including that he was working for Sunia. A team had gone out and recovered the fisherman who had brought them aboard, but the cigarette boat that had passed astern of the Big Fish several minutes ago had gotten away.

  But all wasn’t lost. While the fisherman skipper had been useless, a patsy ind
uced by poverty to ferry these so-called pirates to the Big Fish, their leader had coughed up the one bit of information Mike had found interesting.

  He sighed, and tossed his knife on the tray beside him. “Give me a fucking Armenian any day—they last longer. Hell, I’d go another round with Tony, if he were still here.” True to his word, they had dropped Tony off in Malaysia to be bound over for trial there.

  He straightened up. “Time to go ask Soon Yi a few questions again. Keep our new friend on ice ’til we reach Thailand—we’ll clean ship when we dock.”

  “Adams will have the AAR reports so we can find out what happened with the guards. I want to know how the hell these amateurs managed to get aboard.”

  Vanner nodded. “I expect it will be what we already know. Night vision isn’t the greatest in rain, and they chose the best, if riskiest, attack vector by going for the bow. Even if Vanel hadn’t been there, they wouldn’t have gotten much farther, but we might have taken casualties.”

  “Exactly. So, everyone will run the numbers and make sure all bases are covered. I’m going below. Unless more pirates come over the bow, don’t disturb me.”

  “You got it.”

  Mike headed below deck to Soon Yi’s room. Vil was on duty outside the door, and he nodded as Mike let himself in as quietly as possible.

  The clouds and rain outside ensured that there was no moonlight to see by, and he took a moment to take in the room. A shape was huddled under the blankets in the middle of the bed. As soon as he could see, Mike moved toward it like a stalking panther, intent on not being surprised. Sneaking to the bottom of the bed, he grabbed the whore’s foot.

  The moment he did, the blanket flew up toward his head and the foot slipped out of his grasp. As he batted the sagging cloth away, he saw a dark form come in low and piston a foot squarely at his crotch. Mike shifted and took the rock-hard sole on his thigh. He tried to grab the leg to push her onto her back and control her that way, but she used the rebound and drew it back before he could get a firm grasp on it.