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“I’m coming now.”
“Fucking hurry up.” He growls before hanging up.
“Fuck. I can’t wait to kill this cock. He’s fucking asking for it.” Stucco growls.
“Yeah, well, make sure it happens.”
“I’m on it,” Stucco replies. “He’s dead.”
My heart beats frantically and I know I need this gun now more than ever. They are going to kill him. I knew I wasn’t imagining it.
“We better get back.”
“Okay, see you down there.” The man’s voice replies. Who is the other man? Stucco is working with someone. What are they up to and what do they plan on blaming on Stace?
I wait for ten minutes in the silence. Are they gone?
I’m starting to sweat, it’s so fucking hot in here. My mind goes to the refugees who have been forced to travel in these things for months. I can’t imagine such horror. I slowly push the door open a few inches and peer out. The wind is picking up, but the coast seems clear. I dart out and put my two guns down and quickly relock the container. I bend and pick up the guns and look around nervously. Please don’t let me get caught. I wrap the guns in a towel I have brought and quickly walk back to our room. I push the door open. I was unable to lock it because I don’t have my damn key, and that’s risky in itself. That stupid Stucco could be sneaking around in here. I throw the guns under the bed and then I put another towel over them. I haven’t got time to hide them now. I need to get to the other container while they are all busy. I wonder how long this meeting is going for?
The guns were the main thing I needed to get… now for the cherry on top.
I walk back up onto the deck and glance around, seeing it is still deserted. I take out the other key and walk along the back row of the containers. This one is easier to go undetected, being right up in the back row. I open the lock and go through the same procedure and pull the door closed behind me.
I blow out a breath as I turn my flashlight on. Fuck, it’s hot. I’m sweating like a pig.
Okay, what am I looking for?
Statues.
It said statue.
There are boxes in this container, probably about twenty in total. I open the top one and find the box has been partitioned into twelve squares with cardboard. In each little square is a small pottery cat statue standing about fifteen centimeters tall. I go through the box and take them out one by one and shake them. Nothing. They all seem empty.
If I was going to hide something in a statue, where would I put it?
I think for a moment. The bottom box. I quickly begin to move the boxes to the side one by one until I get to the very bottom box. I rip it open and take out the cat statues one by one and shake them.
Nothing.
Fuck.
I open the next box and the next box. Maybe there isn’t anything here? I scratch my head in frustration as the perspiration drips from my forehead.
Oh shit, maybe I misread the picture. Did I get the container right? I open another box and the first statue I pick up and shake clangs as something hits the inside edges.
My eyes widen and I shake it again.
Clink, clink, clink.
Yes, this is it. I quickly check the others in the box. Nothing. This must be it.
I quickly put the boxes back as they were and go to the door again. I slowly open the door and peer out. The coast is clear. I wrap my small figurine in my towel and exit and quickly relock the container.
My heart is beating so fast and I can’t believe I am actually fucking doing this.
Who am I?
I hot foot it back to the room and get in and shut the door behind me and lean up against it in relief as I pant.
