The Dreadful Patriot

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The slim girl was swimming as fast as she could in an attempt to outpace the muscular man chasing her. She was trying to get to the houseboat that was just 20 meters ahead. He was rapidly closing the distance between them with long powerful strokes. She squealed with joy and excitement as she reached the wooden stairs leading from the tranquil, clear water to the deck of the houseboat and mounted the first step. Less than a second later he also mounted the same step and managed to grab her ankle before she could get to the third step. She fell into his arms and in Hebrew told him that she loved him although he swam like a whale while she could swim like a dolphin. They were too engrossed in each other to notice the two gunmen that were just stepping out of the door that led to the small kitchen of the houseboat. One of the gunmen pointed his AK47 at them and while shouting something in Urdu motioned them to get into the kitchen. The other gunman removed a long curved knife from the folds of his robe and wielded it in an arc that would have severed the girl's head had she not moved away fast enough. The muscular man spoke English and said that they had some money that they would gladly give them if they left them alone. The gunman with the knife pulled the man by his hair and pushed him into a flimsy rattan kitchen chair, pulled four strong nylon cable ties and secured his feet to the legs of the chair and his arms to the armrests. The girl, who at a closer look appeared to be in her mid-twenties got the same treatment, with some unnecessary pawing by the gunman. Her man who was in his late-twenties just grunted and swore under his breath but stopped when the gunman whipped him with the butt of his AK47.

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