Chapter 9: Mexico

Even though Gideon was pissed off, the tension was immediately broken when Rico popped open what appeared to be a mini bar and poured them both a stiff Scotch. Gulping it down, Rico eyed him pensively. The silence was broken by Saturn from the front, "Rico, you want to maybe fill our boy in. I have to concentrate on our flight plan, but will go on auto in a while and come join you guys..."

"Ok dude, what do you want to know?"

"Well, for a start, who are you and what is your involvement with Jamie? Why the hell are people shooting at me, and what am I supposed to do with this key???" Gideon shouted in exasparation.

"One thing at a time bro. Let me start with the simple stuff... I have known Jamie for a very long time, we backpacked all over Central America together years ago." Rico took a gulp of his whiskey, and refilled the glass with a splash of ice. "She is an awesome lady, and has done a lot for me in a time when I really needed her. Entonces... I consider her to be one of my best friends, and she needs my help right now. So that is why I am here... she asked me to meet you in Bermuda, as she expected trouble."

Gideon was surprised to find that he had also finished his glass, and did not object when Rico refilled it. Some good Johnnie Walker was definitely taking the edge off, "And who are these people chasing us?"

"The bitch with the funny forehead? That would be Natalya Sharbakovo... a nasty piece of work she is, as far as I know she is in charge of William de Luca`s security team, ie she is his personal bodyguard... and word is, she guards his body really well!"