Their Zhuk class patrol boat crept through the tourist yachts like a great white shark creeping through a school of fish. The engines were quiet when they were going very slow, but their vessel looked completely out of place. Several people had stared at them as they glided past shiny white holiday vessels.
"They'll all be telling their friends." Said Sarah.
It was earlier than Olga had predicted, the Black Sea was unusually calm for the time of year. They'd arrived at Amasra Marina a little before two am. The fuel pumps were designed to be easy to find, there was even an illuminated sign above the diesel pump.
"At least we won't be pulling fuel drums around." Said Spider.
"Bring us in nice and gently." Said Ruby.
Serge edged the patrol boat into the jetty by the pump, barely nudging the bumpers designed to stop anyone hitting the jetty too hard. As he killed the engines, the noises of a party somewhere could be heard.
"Good, the noise will cover up the sound of us cutting the lock on the pump." Said Olga.
She tied their boat to the jetty, while Sarah stepped ashore and had a good stretch.
"It's so nice to be stood on something relatively solid again." She said.
Spider was looking at the lock on the pump when the lights went on, lighting them and the boat up like daylight. A man in uniform was approaching them. Not the usual type of fed up ex-cop who ends up guarding a marina. He was young, he strode with his chest out and his uniform was clean and pressed. Luckily his gaze fell on Sarah instead of Spider and he obviously didn't consider them to be a threat. He was waving them away and speaking fast, too fast for Ruby to follow with her limited Turkish.
"He says the fuel is for marina members only." Said Sarah.
"Tell him we'll pay extra." Said Ruby.
