CHAPTER 6: Marty’s Plan
Pelops stared down with blank gaze at the muddy dock water from the passenger deck of the Saint Albutt. He was, most unusually, perturbed.
The early evening air, heavy with humidity, reverberated to the whine of quayside cranes and clamour of the stevedores loading the bulky, heavily insulated uranium containers onto the vessel.
Oblivious to the activity around him, the German struggled inwardly to identify the cause of his apprehension. Just, maybe, it was the extraordinary events and subsequent non events on their trek back to the ship that had left an inexplicable boding of worse to come. It was the absence of an expected more determined assault in the jungle to prevent them reaching the ship with the consignment which baffled him. Quesada, now ashore in the p
