M for Mayhem – Azure Spark. Part 13
[Music treat at the end. This story will be posted in full after the Challenge for those of us that like to read everything in one complete telling,]
MAYHEM – Saturday Morning
Melodious murmurs mingle with the churning surf and rival
bird calls. Makes these memories matter. Kama and me – melded.
“The dive ship will take us out to the final wreck.
This will be your last dive and will test your capability at depths of nearly
30 metres. But be prepared for the unexpected – this is not a tourist excursion.
And I won’t be easy on you.”
The training officer, Inspector Varley, hasn’t let up all
morning – not since our 4 a.m start. Intensive workouts, testing dives, and
mental mazes to tax us – and prepare us. No normal course.
“Move. We’re not on a shopping trip. Anwyl, you push us
off with that boat hook. And put some muscles into it – if you have any.”
Ignore the windup. My wetsuit moulds to me for warmth and
protection but it sculpts and reveals. Kama’s toned body is as marked.
I push us off. The coxswain steers the ship out beyond a
rocky promontory. But Kama and I must row us further in an inflatable towards a
jagged outcrop – even though it has an outboard.
Our scuba gear rechecked from tank to goggles, we descend
into the majestic depths.
The corroded metal merchantman looks vibrant with fish and seaweeds.
The ripped hull and damaged superstructure indicate the mayhem of the storm
that wrecked her on the rocks above.
Varley indicates we are to enter through the main breach in
the hull. Kama on point, me behind – ahead of our mentor-taskmaster.
Tattoos tingle. Nerves jangle. I dive down and left as a
black- clad figure with a tinted mask fires a spear gun at Kama.
I surprise the second attacker by dolphin-kicking into him.
Improvised Jiu-Jitsu stuns him.
Kama anticipates the spear, weaving into attack mode. She disarms
her attacker gesturing with the grabbed spear-gun for him to swim up to our
deep compression rendezvous.
I follow with my captive at the point of his gun.
Varley gestures at his watch and shakes his head.
Resolved too fast. That’s just us.
Back on the dive ship, he struggles to suppress his chuckle.
“Fastest resolution to my ambush ever. You ladies are
good enough to be in my Marine unit – not in CID.”
“Is that a job offer?” Kama raises her eyes as she
looks towards me. “We come as a team.”
One of the unmasked officers laughs and thumps her on the
back. “With your manoeuvres, I’d be out of a job. I’ve never seen some of
them. What are they?”
“A melange of my Tamil martial art of silambam and
Sparkle’s jiu-jitsu.”
“As my partner said, we’re a team so train as
one.”
Inspector Varley gestures for the coxswain to return to
shore.
“You two moved as one unit through that rupture.
Instinctively prepared. You’ve passed – and yes, if you ever want to become
maritime police and face marauders at sea, I’d welcome you. But I suspect CID
won’t let you go. So, good luck on tomorrow’s nautical challenge and get those
crooks.”
My stomach churns. We’ve colleagues that want us gone. Ones
that despise minorities like us. And moving to another force won’t resolve that.
Tap my bracer.
M for Mayhem and Minorities. A for Ambush. S for Silambam. N
for Nautical. E for Exertion.
NAMES.
“That your secret weapon, Anwyl?”
“Mnemonics are my mental ally. Keep me ahead.”
If we can identify the real attackers and what they are smuggling
from Sweden. Narcotics?
[image error]
A rigid-hulled inflatable boat (RIB) used by the
North West Police Underwater Search & Marine Unit. Note that it is marked as both POLICE and HEDDLU, as it operates in both England and Wales. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/User:Mark_Hemans
For
further details on this theme visit my Blogging from A to Z Theme Reveal, and on
the evolution of Sparkle Anwyl visit Snowdon Shadows.
Other A
to Z Bloggers can be found via the Blogging from A to Z website’s Master List –
http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/2019/03/link-to-view-master-list-and.html
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And now
for something completely different.
“Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.” William Congreve – The Mourning Bride
