Re: The Dark Amazon
Bickering as they went, they could not help but see Hawksmoore look back, roll his eyes, and continue on his fleet-footed way. Sparks were struck off the cobblestones by his hobnailed boots, and the blood soaking his shirt didn't seem to trouble him.
They ran, heading back to the docks, where a harried-looking Hornsby was loading a canvas sack of something into the seaplane, and the rangy Hun pilot was wilting under Liza Water's gaze. There was something about her that turned a man into a little boy. The locals, sensing trouble, scattered before the running quartet. "De Vega, not happy," Hawksmoore reported, sliding to a stop by Hornsby.
"Damme boy, you're injured !" Hornsby said, indicating the boy should jump into the water, then winced as Hawksmoore flinched at the word boy.
"I had to pay the lwa. Can't be healed fast. Go on, Sir !"
"Quickly, quickly, onboard, don't bother Elise, she's a little darling," Liza began bossing them onto the aircraft like a mother hen. She stiffened as a yowling cry came from back behind them, somewhere among the buildings; the Hun, with a definite sense for trouble as well, sprang up to spin the prop and thus start the plane.