THIRTY THREE
HARVEY WAS nodding his head and singing along to the chorus of Survivor by Destiny's Child. It was blasting out from the car stereo, when the whole car park level shook, then filled with the sound of a roaring motorbike. Harvey looked over his shoulder and saw a huge 500CC heading in his direction. He turned down the radio and watched as the motorcyclist rode up to his car and fired a round from his Beretta automatic pistol. The bullets pounded like hailstones into the body of Harvey's BMW. Harvey dove to the back-seat, ducked down and prayed.
The gunman stopped shooting, stepped off the bike and removed his helmet. He walked over to the car, glanced down at his target and could see the blood gushing out from his mid-riff. He took a revolver from the inside of his jacket, aimed at Harvey's head and held his finger on the trigger. He was about to shoot when something sliced deep into the side of his neck. Blood began to spurt out and excruciating pain caused him to fall to his knees.
Though some distance away, Bo had heard the shots, sprinted into range and thrown a knife at the assassin. She stepped over to the Thai who was kneeling before her, nursing his wound. She picked up his helmet from the floor and swung it at his head like a bowling ball - strike! He went down. He dropped the gun and lay on his back. Bo retrieved the revolver, stepped over to him and stamped down hard on his left leg. He began to scream. Bo leaned over him and placed the revolver into his mouth, muffling his screams.
"Who sent you?" He didn't answer.
She pulled out the gun, lowered it to his right leg and shot, resulting in an agonising scream. Then, thrusting the weapon deep into his crotch, she glared aggressively into his eyes, "I won't ask again!"
He lay there helpless, blood seeping from his wounds. His scared eyes and screams were a testament to his pain as he released his last breath and whispered. "Nincotte."
Harvey flinched while another three shots were fired. Bo dropped the smoking gun, retrieved her knife and rushed over. Blood was running onto the back seat. She threw herself into the driver's seat and screeched away from the scene. Her eyes flicked up at the rear-view; she was distressed to see Harvey in so much pain.
He screamed as he was thrown from side to side of the back seat and clutched onto his wounds as he felt his life ebbing away. Bo glanced back at his deathly pale complexion and saw that his eyes were now closed. She took a deep breath and shouted louder than she had ever shouted before, "Harvey!!!”