Team Work [Sink or Swim Book 2]

Chapter 6 - Things Become Clear

Mitch and Leanne checked the the unconscious Russian attacker for weapons and forms of identity then dragged him to a more secluded spot in the woodland above the waterfall. Using his bushmans knife Mitch cut some rope into lengths and bound the mans hands and feet. He tied a longer length of  rope to the the bindings at the attackers feet and threw the remaining length over a tree branch. He stuffed one of the mans socks into the mans mouth and threw his shoes and remaining sock into the creek below.

Leanne had slipped her shorts back on over the top of the green bikini thong she had planned on modelling, she didn't bother to put back on the vest top. She sat watching the unconscious man from a nearby rock. Her rucksack lay by her feet.

"Let's find out the info." Mitch finally announced picking up a bucket of water he had filled from the creek.

The bucket was tipped over the Russians head soaking him through. The cold water had the effect of returning the man to a conscious state. "Ah! G'day mate, you alright? Seems you had a slip, bit of a nasty accident if you ask me." Mitch said sarcastically, slapping the mans cheeks to ensure he was lucid. "Me and my attractive female friend here have some questions for you. You gonna answer?" He pointed toward Leanne.

"HHHHMMM!" The Russian mumbled.

"Oh, sorry mate, didn't catch that - ah, hold on - you seem to have got something stuck in your mouth here!" Mitch removed the sock smiling. "Seems like this bit of material was in the way. Try again mate..."

"Poshel na khuy!" The Russian swore.

"Nah Mate! Don't understand that - English please?" Mitch responded.

"FUCK YOU!" The Russian translated.

"C'mon mate, now that ain't nice. As I've said there's a lady present. Now, look you don't really want to annoy her again 'cause, as you already know, she is a bit like a Duracell Bunny when she gets going. She will kick your arse again if I let her loose, you understand - Now, I'm guessing that you wouldn't want that  so - who are you?"

"Ublyudok!" The Russian answered.

"Ah, now I know that one - G'day then Mr Bastard, nice to meet you." Mitch mocked his prisoner. Leanne stifled a laugh. "Now we are friends and properly introduced, can you tell me why you have been following my friend Leanne. Please answer this in English or there will be consequences."

"Pisat' avstraliyskoy svin'i!" was the response.

"Oh no, now that just won't do mate!" Mitch pulled the rope hoisting the Russian upside down and suspending him over the waterfall. "You cannot say you wasn't warned. Consequences, remember!"

The Russian started to sweat, "Maybe you don't like talking to guys, perhaps a chat with a nice young lady will help." Mitchell Robinson turned to Leanne. "Your go!"

"Hi Mr Bastard, you ok there? You look a little hot." Leanne jumped down from the rock, took out one of her bottles of water and took a sip, smiling. It was coming up to lunchtime and the temperature was almost 33 Celsius, above average for the time of year.  "You do realise that its a very hot day. I would have thought dressing in black was not the most sensible thing to do on hike, particularly out here. Fancy a drink? You must be dehydrated!"

Mitch laughed, "There is a nice drink down there for you if you don't start answering questions mate, or,  you could answer and the nice young lady here might let you have a sip from one of her bottles. You see, she is real sensible mate and has come prepared! Now, why have you been following her?"

This time the Russian didn't answer so Mitch untied the rope and allowed it to suddenly drop a couple of feet. "Ooops, seems the knot's a bit loose. Lucky I caught it in time! Hope that didn't scare you too much." Mitch looked down into the creek below, "Damn the crocks in the water are gonna be hungry. Its lunchtime. Your mate was probably just an appetiser for them."