Wham Bam

Sat in a puddle, behind a bin, with bullets richoceting off it.
What a mess to be in thought Bam,
But then again,
That was exactly the mess that he was in.

How had it come to this,
It had probably begun shortly before the sinking of his ship,
When he had stolen drugs from the US goverment.
The meory of his boat pained him,
The Dual force.
A fine ship it had been,
A masive catermaran capable of 90nots with all four engines hammering away like steam trains,
Bam remebered being stood at the controls hurtelling along at full speed with the coast gaurd in hot persuit and a hold full of stolen herowin.
It wasn't that he had taken it for his own ill gain,
He had overheard two men in the harbour the night before,
They had planned to steal it and sell it in America for the Sinsinetty family,
The result of alll the Mafia run families uniting to consolidate their power.
It wasn't that hard to take,
It was in an ungaurded warehouse in the goverment inpound.

He hads just been leaving the port when the coastgaurd came over the radio,
"Ship two five nine one, Dual Force, prepare to be boarded for a random inspection."
He had paniked and opened to throtal and brought the booster engines online.

They had chaced him from the West coast of California all the way into Japanies waters were he had hid, making his mighty ship hide in the dingy backwaters of a fishing city called Kushiro
He had ought a small, seccure, warehouse and offloaded the drugs before refuling and setting sale again.

But when he made land again, in Magadar, Russia, a ruthless gang had been waiting for him, they had heard of his theft and wanted a spoil of what he had taken or they would sink his ship.

He had refused and when he returned to his morings it was gone.

So he had left russia by hiding in the back of truck bound for Poland and that is were the claw caught up with him.

So here he was,
Sat in a puddle, behind a bin, with bullets richoceting off it.

Nothing to do but run,
He didn't pause for a gap in the bullets,
He just ran for it,
Out from behind the bin and down a small ally

One bullet found it mark and struck home shattering his left shoulder,
He ran on bleeding
and
remebering
how much fun this kind of thing had been before
before the argument
before he had taken his ship and left his friends in the Caribbean.

He threw himself into an open, dark, doorway and bolted the door behind him,
The sound of running foot falls on hard concreate passed.

to be continued.