“Dammit, thought it was too easy,” groaned Guy suddenly as he looked behind. “A boat is heading towards us at speed.” He cursed as powerful lights scoured the loch. With their aged Yamaha they would soon be caught.
“What do we do?” asked Rose seeing the powerful lights come inexorably closer.
“It’s them, we have to abandon ship. Unless…”
He looked down in the locker and saw flares next to something even more interesting: a full oil drum. “Take the engine, I have an idea. It’s a long shot, but they mean business, look at the rifles.” He bent down and struggled to lift the heavy drum, slowly manoeuvring it to the side. With a huge heave he pushed it over, removing its cap as he did so, and then he heard the horribly familiar sound of gunfire. “Floor the throttle,” he yelled, waiting until
