Mike Dixon

But Janet didn‟t stop. She kept going and Noelene was
soon struggling to keep up. They left the grove and were
nearing the birdhouse when the lights of a vehicle appeared.
Noelene sprang into the bushes and watched as the Volvo
sped past, slithering from side to side.
„It‟s the big bastard. He‟s abandoned his position.‟
Janet grabbed the rifle.
„I‟m going back to shoot up the plane. It‟ll never fly again
once I‟ve finished with it.‟
Janet vanished and Noelene ran to the birdhouse, which
had miraculously survived the storm. Five minutes passed
and the Volvo reappeared, throwing up sheets of spray. At
one point the driver lost control. Noelene thought he was
going to turn over but he kept going. She sat shivering and
was pleased when Janet reappeared.
„Two of the bastards.‟
„What?‟
„They got to the airstrip before me and I couldn‟t get a
shot in. I saw them … the pilot and the suit.‟
„Who?‟
„The pilot and the prissy bastard who was with the girl.‟
„Anyone else?‟
„No. They‟ve left the kid and the other two somewhere.‟
„So. What‟s going on?‟
‘Don‟t know.‟ Janet crouched down. „The suit has been in-
jured. The pilot is agitated. The big bastard, the minder and
the kid are somewhere else. We‟d better go to the farm and
see what‟s happened to Dave and Humph.‟
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