Free Laura 01 The Jaguar Prophecy by Anton Swanepoel Page A

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    “I think someone found the disc and removed it before we got there, Boss.”
    “Dammit, did you see anyone, did you search the room?” Peterson is furious.
    “No Boss, we saw nothing, the room was clean,” Zack replies, too afraid to inform Peterson that they did not search the room. In any case there was no one in the room, or was there?
    “Ok, I will contact head office and try to find out if there are more players in the game, we will wait for her to wake up, maybe she saw who drugged her.” Peterson goes to the table and sits down, pouring himself some vodka while typing a text message on his phone to inform headquarters of the changes.
    Due to the size of the room that the men are in, there are only four rooms in the corridor; theirs is the last one on the end. They have rented all the rooms in the corridor to make sure no one will accidently spot them, and to try to confuse anyone trying to surprise them, they are however unaware of the sender on Laura, transmitting their exact location. The transmitter is a standard open frequency transmitter, allowing anyone with a receiver to pick up the signal.
    The men keep themselves busy by playing cards and talking while awaiting new orders and information.
    Silently an assassin dressed all in black, with his face hidden by a mask, approaches the door to the room.
    He has on a bulletproof jacket, lined with multiple pockets, ten of which contain spare magazines, and he carries two Heckler & Koch MP5K sub machine guns, one in each hand, each fitted with a silencer.
    On reaching the door of the room Laura is being held in, he places one gun on the floor and reaches inside a black bag hanging from his left shoulder. Carefully he removes a specialized headgear and puts it on, activating the thermal imaging sensor mode. The gear shows differences in heat patterns and allows one to detect people’s body heat in any lighting condition up to 300 feet and through thin objects, such as the cruise liner’s door and thin walls. The assassin can make out every person’s exact location and movement in the room.
    Slowly he picks up the second machine gun and places both guns’ silencers against the door. Each gun is highly modified to increase its fire rate and ammo capacity. 45 rounds for each gun, two seconds worth of continuous deadly fire. Each round is a deadly 9mm armor piercing messenger of death, propelled by the maximum amount of gun powder the machine gun is able to handle.
    There are six people in the room, two walking around, one sitting down alone at a table to the left, two sitting at a table to the right, and one seemingly sleeping upon something in the middle of the room.
    The assassin rechecks his watch and frowns, 3am, interesting that all the people in the room are still awake, so much for sneaking in.
    Carefully he takes aim, one gun covers the man sitting at the table, the other gun covers the two men walking about. Slowly both triggers are squeezed at the same time.
    Inside the room Peterson has just got up to go to the bathroom when suddenly bullets burst through the door, cutting down Zack and Chris who are in the middle of the room, then continue to tear up the rest of the room.
    A bullet catches Peterson in the right side and passes right through, causing a painful but not life threatening wound.
    Peterson drops to the ground to his left and quickly crawls to the bathroom, already drawing his gun. Steven and Bob are on the far right side of the room playing cards at a small table when everything behind them is suddenly ripped apart as bullets tear into it.
    Bob is just in time to turn around and face the door when a burst of death aimed at him breaks through the door and tears into him. Steven, seeing multiple bullets cut Bob down next to him, pulls his pistol as he dives to the ground. Peterson is almost in the bathroom and turns just in time to see a burst of bullets, perfectly aimed, rip into Steven’s