The Ubeo driver looked at the stunning red head and nodded, she then pistol whipped him and dumped him on the ground. "Get in," she said without looking at me.
I sat in the little Fiat next to her studying the face I had not seen in 7 years, the face I thought was gone from my life for good. "Where did you come from? How did you find me?"
She started the car, took a long draw on her cigerette, "Are you kidding me? You leave a trail a monkey could follow. Amazed to find you alive," she floored the accelerator and we blasted off from the marina in Key West.
"Where are we going?" I asked not really caring, I was entranced in an adrenaline buzz, best drug in the world.
"Key Largo," we have a boat to catch there, got to get back to L...Mark is.....out of control, he's dug a tunnel beneath the chunnel. Claims he's engineered a new tube train that'll go 1400 kph. Forcing the writers to dig...it'll come out somewhere in Beijing."
I laughed, "No stops in-between, just straight to Beijing eh?"
"That's the thought," she said glancing at me, as we blurred through Pine Key, "Says if we cut straight through it'll save several thousand of miles."
"Yes and likely hit the molten mantle and cause natural disasters never known to man before," I replied.
"Details, details, yer know how it works, 'es not interested in making something work its the disaster getting there 'e enjoys and as usual someone needs to stop him....which is why I came for you."
"Oh yes like I was so successful in preventing all the other deaths he's caused through the years. Thanks so much luv but you can drop me off at the next fishing pier."
"Did I say you had a choice? Besides...." she paused at a stop light, "You'll get to be with me, don't tell me that's changed for you...." she paused and looked me in the eyes, the steel softened just a little and her hold on me was still there, "good that's settled," she said without me speaking a syllable.
We arrived at Key Largo Marina, she parked the Fiat in place out of site and we abandoned it. "What kind of a boat are we taking all the way back to Jolly olde England?" I asked.
"A fast one," was her detailed reply. We walked down a long row of sail and fishing vessels until we came to some very sleek yet powerful looking cruisers, ours was 60 feet in length. We boarded the dark blue named the LEVITAROS with a crew that appeared to be expecting us.
“Your suite is waiting for you downstairs my lady,” said a short bald man. #3 did not reply but simply motioned for me to follow her. We entered the suite, #3 closed the door behind us.
The suite was large with a light blue silk covered bed in the center and luxurious furnishings like I’d never seen. It was early evening and the last Florida Key sun I would see for some time was setting through the only window of the suite. Number 3 turned to me, “The crossing will take overnight….we’ve lost a lot of time…,” she said. The ship rotated and rose simultaneously out of the water as it eased its way from the cove and quickly to a speed for its hydro-foils to ride atop of the waves.
The lights in the suite lowered and I heard a whisper, "Where did we leave off?"