Chapter 19 (Tom to the rescue)
I’m so bored. There is nothing to do in the room. Iseri doesn’t say much and there’s no booze. All I can do is stare out the window and smoke cigarettes. I can’t stop thinking about that duplicate the storekeeper had of my mother’s parchment. What’s the connection? After she gave it to me, I never looked at it. It just reminds me of that awful night.
Gram received a message from Tom.
Good morning Captain,
We’ve passed Crete and are on our way to Turkey. Shouldn’t be more than another day. Send me your exact coordinates and we will come get you.
We ran out of food and cigarettes so Gram sent the Innkeeper’s son to the store. When the boy came back he stared at us nervously.
The Captain woke me up in the middle of the night.
“There is a lot of movement downstairs,” he said. “We need to leave.”
He cocked his pistol and opened the door. We ran down the hall, to the stairwell and onto the roof. I peered over the edge and saw army trucks parked outside the inn. We jumped from roof to roof until we got to the end of the street. Iseri broke a window and one by one we climbed in. We found a stairwell that took us to the ground floor. I could see the river from across the plaza, some fifty meters away. Gram tried calling Tom but he didn’t answer. He left a message on his voicemail telling him where we were.
The sun was up and I went to light a cigarette but Iseri stopped me before I could. He pointed to Gram who was looking out the window. Three soldiers were walking towards us. When the first one walked in the door, Gram put the pistol to his head. The two soldiers behind him saw this and opened fire. Gram fired three shots as we burst out the front door.
We crossed the plaza under a hail of gunfire and hid behind a maintenance shed on the loading dock. Gram tried calling Tom again. This time he answered.
“Hey man, how close are you? We are in a bit of a situation here.”
“Not far Captain. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
The soldiers were making their way across the plaza towards us. When they were twenty meters away Gram fired the pistol to hold them back. He turned to me and smiled.
“Oh, we’re in the shit now bud.”
After ten minutes of silence, the soldiers began to creep towards us again, weapons drawn, fanning out around the maintenance shed.
There was no escape. We had them on all sides. Gram fired two more shots. I sarcastically asked Iseri if I it was ok for me to smoke a cigarette.
Gram received a message on his phone from Tom.
The F. Scott surfaced at the end of the concrete loading dock. The hatch opened and Tom waved us over. We ran down the dock to the sub and Tom helped us aboard. Gram got off two more shots before he closed the hatch. You could hear bullets ricochet off the shell of the F. Scott as we began to dive.