“Give me those!” Torin snatched the binoculars from Georgi’s hands and immediately put them up to his eyes. “Is that it?” He asked.
“Yup!” Georgi jumped into the cherry red convertible bypassing the door. Torin frowned rebuking his feet on the white leather seats. “Go!” Georgi pointed down the long stretch of highway leading to the dock.
Georgi slammed the magazine into his handgun then busted a couple of rounds into the air. Torin increased his speed knowing that what goes up must come down.
“You know how long I’ve waited on this! That ship holds our future! Onward!” He stood up, one hand holding the windshield and the other waving his gun, he screamed at the top of his lungs.
“Georgi, this whole thing makes me uncomfortable, the two of us robbing a cargo ship carrying diamonds from Tasmania. I had too much whiskey when I agreed to this.” Torin pulled the car over.
A loud blast echoed across the ocean. The boat quickly began to sink. Georgi jumped from the car, exited his clothing and ran towards the water.
“No! Georgi, come back!” Torin tried to stop his friend.
The evening news reported a suspicious explosion causing the demise of seafood ship, no mention of Georgi.
Torin wept as he read the ticks at the bottom of the television screen. A slight tap on his sliding glass door startled him. A tired, wet and alive Georgi stood smiling on the other side. “What? You thought I was dead? I swim with the strength of ten Moby Dicks!” He grinned then spit a diamond from his mouth, both men began to cry as they stared at the gem in Georgi’s hand. “I told you that boat was loaded!”
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