They shook their heads vigorously. Cameron and DCS Robbin could hardly believe what they had just witnessed.
Even Two-Dogs felt he had watched something a bit special from the Titan. He also felt like cutting the German in half with a burst of lead, in reprisal for the brutal attack on his boss.
Weeny appeared, slowly edging in through the doorway. He pointed at the controls. ‘I’m the pilot,’ he told Pelops.
The Puma rocked gently on the quiet water. The atmosphere was unreal as Weeny fired up the turbines. ‘Hang on,’ he said.
Flatpack scrambled in through the doorway as the helicopter rose. He looked enquiringly at Two-Dogs, who shrugged his shoulders, conveying he was no wiser than anybody else at that moment as to what to do.
Pelops sat beside Weeny; he hardly blinked. The P-90 res
