The duo stood in the sunlight, relishing the warmth on their skin. Before them stood a pack of armed guards who were lazily surrounding the exit of the caves. Behind the guards an even lazier greasy figure was lugubriously speaking into his mobile. The pair had been arrested immediately on their exit but neither cared overly. They were frankly sick to the teeth due to the recent events. Mary sighed, looked from Joe to the guards who were showing them zero respect, and acted. The next moment a guard was lying on the floor, his face purple as he groped at his loins. Then, a man found his own weapon slamming into his temple, knocking him out cold.
Joe was no slouch either. He had dashed to the nearest guard with such speed that he found both he and the guard were equally surprised. Sadly for the guard, he was hit with such ferocity he took out his neighbour like a bowling pin. The third man, and the last, finally aware, took up a defensive stance as he withdrew his weapon from its holster. Too late. Joe fist careened into his chin with a sickening crunch. His body belatedly followed his chin as he spun in place hitting the ground senseless.
Joe looked from his fist to the downed guards as he relished the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Willing his legs to stop shaking, he turned his sight to the greasy man, balling his hand into a fist. Mary, not one to let momentum slide, had already stepped towards the oblivious suit.
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Joe watched as Mary efficiently and expertly confiscated weapons and communication devices, tied knots that made the scout in Joe quiver, and then finally, with a pout, glared at her captives. If at any point he had felt out of his element this was it. So, naturally, he deferred the buxom warrior-journalist before him. “I'm gonna ask this lot some questions, which you might not want to be around for. Especially when ol’ grease ball Barry has his turn” a malicious light had sparked in her eyes and Joe wisely nodded. ‘No need for more nightmares’ he thought.
He sat on a stump in the midst of a clearing that overlooked the gushing noisy falls below. They had retreated from the entrance, having dragged their PoWs with them in batches under Mary’s sage advice. He thought about this woman, this scary woman, and about his own foolishness of having gone on a mission with someone he knew very little about. He scratched the back of his neck “very helpful in a tight spot though” he admitted to the air. ‘I’ll have to ask her some questions though, better to be thorough.’ He pulled his father's journal from his pack and stared at it, as he felt the hardened tendrils of resolve scaffold his heart. ‘Time to get my own answers I believe’ he thought as he stood, sparing a last glance at the falls as they smashed into the rocks below.