Edit : There is now a companion story to this entry which you can read here : Precious Cargo.
Brad’s knuckles were white as he fought to retain his grip on the handrail of the coastguard’s speedboat. His teeth chomped against his will as the speedboat bumped across the waves.
“Blast the horn,” he yelled, as they continued to make ground on the white Motor Yacht in front.
He pressed the button and the sounds of an explosion blasted from the powerful ship’s speakers as smoke billowed from the smoke generators.
“Cut the engines.”
“That should convince them,” he added as the yacht disappeared into the harbour.
“Our colleagues will seize them, and their illegal cargo, when they arrive.”
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields once again invites us to enter the Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction challenge. Thanks Rochelle and thanks to © Jan Wayne Fields for the prompt.
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