Extraction by Sunrise

This was my first 750 word challenge story of 2020. This week’s photo was taken by landscape photographer/artist Warren Keelan

I’m pleased to say I wrote and shared 260 short stories since this one arrived. Now I’m pleased to re-share it for Fandango’s Flashback Friday — January 1

Extraction by Sunrise

Sunrise, a golden orb of flames glowing over rough seas. A sight which should be comforting to a person who’d been on the water all night. Not for Joe – sunrise meant the plan was already in the crapper.

Joe’s motorboat crested a wave that felt like a mini-tsunami. He swore as he was thrown overboard and dumped on the sand like jettison. On his hands and knees, he watched the boat beach itself in the stony sand. At least he could leave again – for now.

“You there! This island is off limits!”

Joe saw a man in military fatigues brandishing a PKM machine gun. ‘Damned storm, you brought me right to the welcoming committee. Well, now I’m here; may as well get the job done.” Joe raised his hands. “Sorry, storm sucked me in. I lost my bearings and wound up here.”

“Rookie sailor, are you?” The soldier approached and hacked him down with a vicious kick to the chest.

“No… Just an unlucky one.” Joe leapt off his back, scything the soldier down with a sweeping kick to the knees. Joe never stopped moving, locking in a choke-hold and incapacitating his man. “Not as unlucky as you, Pal!” he retorted having relieved him of his Makarov 9mm handgun. Keeping low in the golden light of the sunrise, he ran inland. A road – he rolled into the cover of a gorse bush and held his breath as a jeep rumbled by. Three enemies inside – none saw him.

Joe ran along the roadside avoiding vehicles for ten minutes until he came into a little village. Intel said the Prime Minister’s daughter was captive here somewhere. He ducked into a building, right into a soldier who was preparing some fruit salad.  

“You freeze!” he yelled drawing his gun.

Joe hurled an apple at him. The man batted it aside only to see a larger fruit loom large in his view. It exploded over his head in a red and green shower, knocking him out cold. “That’s using your melon.” Joe swung into another room and grabbed a man wearing civilian clothes. “Where is she?”

“I … I no tell—”

Joe punched him in the left kidney. “Talk?”

“Argh! She’s in police cells by the infirmary.”

“Thanks, you’ll be in the infirmary soon.” Joe put him to sleep and slipped back into the village. People were beginning their days within the diminishing shadows. The police building was a small single-story sandstone structure. Joe hit the wall by the rear door as a soldier emerged. A kick in the teeth bounced him off the wall. A punch in the mouth put him to sleep. Joe was in the building before he even hit the floor. He vaulted a desk, smashing coffee mugs and computer screen as he delivered a savage, nose flattening heel kick to the remaining guard. Another guard entered drawing his gun only for Joe to drive him through the glass front of a gun cabinet with a nasty crash. Snatching some keys, Joe unlocked and threw open the jail cell door. Inside a lady in a white skirt suit stood looking worried at the commotion.

“Lady Francine, your taxi awaits,” Joe said.

“Thank —” the lady screamed as something blasted off Joe’s shoulder. He groaned, swore in pain and slumped to the floor.

“Gotcha!” said his attacker leaning over him.

Joe grinned and jacked his jaw with a lightning-fast haymaker. Spinning to his feet, he kicked him a half dozen times and dumped him in a heap over the desk. Holding his shoulder, he returned to the cell. “Time to go.”

“You’ll get no arguments from me.” The lady took his hand and the two fled the building. Outside Joe leapt onto the back of a jeep and bludgeoned the driver. With him sleeping in the gravel, he and Francine drove through the village and angled back to the beach. A soldier was trying to rouse his colleague there. Joe indicated for Francine to approach them and disappeared from view.

“You! How’d you get out of the cell?” The soldier raised his gun.

“Come closer. I’ll show you.” Francine took her blazer off a shoulder flaunting her silky skin.

The soldier grinned. “Hmm, why didn’t you say so.” He stepped straight into a driftwood bat which exploded off his skull.

“Goodnight, Casanova,” Joe remarked having come from behind to slug him. He helped Francine into his motorboat and dragged it into the sea. Jumping in, he angled for the rising sun and headed for home, his mission complete.

The End


The New Year dawns with plenty of promise.

Check out more of my tales in the Short Stories and Short Stories 2 tabs and have a great day!

Thanks for reading!

6 thoughts on “Extraction by Sunrise

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    1. That’s such a wonderful thing to say. I feel that in challenging myself I can only get better. It helps me expand my skill set into new areas, and improve my existing skills as well. Also a challenge is always fun.

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  1. I had to look up ‘haymaker’ lol. You know your fight jargon. Very impressive bond-like piece, you even managed to squeeze in some humour. Really enjoyed that.

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    1. Thank you, Miranda. I like a little wrestling and indeed James Bond. I always found that a good actioner is one with a little humor thrown in. Glad you liked it.

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