Fucken Olympic
**TINY**
Keeping my ear to the phone and my eyes scanning the deck for anyone that appears to be readying for a water transport, I try to picture everything I saw under the house last night.
*Wasn’t there a rope ladder or something? One that hung into the waves beneath what must have been a hatch, or some sort of trap door on the deck?*
I’m sure that there was, because I remember thinking that there was no way for me to climb up the damn thing and remain unseen. That, and it was impossible for me to get to without dropping back into the ocean from under the house. Hoisting myself up over the railing had been easiest, but if I had been in a boat, I could have accessed it. It was there. It dangled near the end of the pier beneath the deck.
Ruby groans, reminding me that she is still on the phone when she should be devising a way to slip back into that cottage. “I’m not even going to ask what the fuck you two are doing all the way out there on the beach, but knowing that Damien is a supreme fuck up, I’m not really surprised,” Ruby says, exasperated.
“I heard that,” Damien mumbles, with his eyes still on the waves.
*But is she wrong, though?*
Ruby snorts, “Tell him, good, he needed to. You fuckers were *supposed* to be posted out front. Remember *that* plan?”
“I do,” I reply. “But a fat lot of good it does us now. It gets worse. We left our rifles by the stairs.”
“Christ,” she snaps. “We have a little change of plans, you and me,” Ruby says softly and I can tell by the drop in background noise that she’s stepped away from the others. She must not want Alex or Mickey to hear what she’s about to say, but Damien is sitting right here and I can’t go anywhere that is out of earshot.
I’m just about to say as much when Damien elbows me in the side and my attention is suddenly drawn to the ocean. Something long and black is skirting the waves and kicking up quite a bit of wake a little too close to shore.
“It’s a powerboat,” Damien says, still watching through the binoculars. “And it’s slowing down.”
“It sure as fuck is,” I say when it’s finally close enough that I can see it coasting toward the pier. “Try and see who's inside it.”
“Tiny!” Ruby hisses into the phone. “What the fuck is this I’m hearing about a boat?”
Damien and I watch as it maneuvers gently toward the beams then seems to idle in place, the sound of the engine dying out.
“There’s a boat,” I inform her casually. “It’s idling close to the pier. If you’re up at that campsite you won’t be able to see it, it would be blocked by the house.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” she snarls.
“What?” I reply. “You mean Ruiz didn’t tell you? Then again, maybe he did. Maybe it was Santos that didn’t. After all, it’s *his* cottage and the ladder under the deck that drops into the ocean is *probably* his too. Does Santos *have* a boat?” I would smile, but the thought of Ruiz or Angeletto getting Romany onto that thing and then speeding away with her, keeps my arrogance at bay… for now.
Her voice is suddenly thick with strain and much quieter than before when she speaks, “I don’t think he knows about the boat. He and Alex have a plan to force Angeletto’s hand but-”
“Wait a minute,” I hiss. “Did you say he and Alex - as in he, Antonio Santos and Alex fucking DeMarco? As in together? *They* have a plan?”
“Yup. Unfortunately for them I don’t care much for politics and I’d rather go with brute force rather than mind games when it has anything to do with my cousin. So, I’m going to need you and Damien to do *exactly* what I say, do you understand?”
I hear the shuffle of rock mingled with a few carefully muffled grunts on her end, and then what sounds like someone chewing on the phone followed by them placing said phone in a wind tunnel.
“Ruby?” I call out.
“Hollllnnnnn,” is all I hear and as I struggle to comprehend what in the actual fuck she may be doing, Damien elbows me again.
“Movement on the dock,” he says. “They’ve spotted the boat.”
*Fuck,” I snap, just as Ruby’s voice comes back over the line.*
*“Okay,” she says somewhat breathlessly, her voice low. “Listen up.”*
*“I’m listening,” I reply, while watching the men on the deck grapple with the trap door that they can’t seem to unlatch.*
*“I’m about to cause the greatest distraction of all time and when I do, I need you on that pier taking out those men and Damien in the water taking over that boat, and this all needs to happen in the next five to ten minutes. Before Antonio realizes I never popped back out of the bushes.”*
*What the fuck?*
*I look toward Damien, he nods. “I heard her.”*
”Five to ten* minutes?” I growl out, staring at Damien as he rids himself of his boots. “Can you *even* swim that distance in time?”
Damien smirks, but it’s Ruby that answers me. “Of course he can. Haven’t you ever seen that guy’s trophy room? His daddy made him compete for almost every sport you can think of. That asshole’s fucken Olympic.”
“Okay,” I reply. “Where are you going to-”
“I left you a present behind the tire of an SUV, get to it first and then get on the deck. *Do not* shoot them unless absolutely necessary, but *do* make sure they are dead and no longer breathing. I don't want to risk anyone going into an outright panic indoors and popping their gun off at anything that moves. When the men have been dealt with, wait on the protected side of the house for Romany to step out the back, once she does you grab her and you haul ass toward that boat. Then you and Damien get her the *fuck* away from this place as fast as you can and I mean you don’t turn around for no one and nothing. Is that clear?”
“Okay. Fuck. But where the hell *are* you, Ruby?” I ask, already creeping around the side of the rocks as Damien salutes me and dives into the ocean at our backs.
“Me? I’m on the roof of that cottage and I’m about to go on in and say hello.”
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