Assassin

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The two gorillas lumbered across the room, their eyes fixed on Maddy, looking dumb, drunk, mean and horny. Maybe if they'd had any wits about them they'd have noticed that the guy sitting next to the sexy little lady didn't seem too scared by the sight of them heading towards his table with nothing but trouble on their minds.

Carver got up and took a couple of paces towards the men, holding his hands up in front of him in the universal gesture of conciliation.

These boys didn't do conciliation.

The one in the waistcoat jabbed out a meaty paw and shoved Carver aside with a grunt, barely sparing a glance as Carver staggered backwards into an unoccupied table.

There were menus on all the tables, just sheets of paper laminated in plastic. Carver picked up a menu and rolled it up nice and tight. Then he calmly stepped up behind the two men, who were too busy introducing themselves to Maddy to pay him any mind, and tapped his left hand on the back of the leather waistcoat.

Its owner turned round and managed to say, 'What the f-' before his speech was turned to a wordless, retching struggle for air as Carver's right arm flashed forward holding the rolled-up menu and caught him right on the Adam's apple. The man bent double, clutching his throat and that was when Carver kneed him in the face and laid him out on the floor.

That seemed to annoy his bearded pal. He pulled a knife, strode towards Carver and stabbed upwards, right at his guts.

Carver just bent his shoulders forward, sucking in his stomach muscles to avoid the blade, and stuck his arms out in front of him, one hand crossed over the other to block the stab. Then Carver grabbed the onrushing knife hand and twisted it round behind the other man's back, following it round so that he was now behind his assailant. He lashed out with a foot into the back of the bearded man's knee, causing his stance to crumple, then, still holding off the knife with one hand, he grabbed the back of the stubbly blond head with the other. Carver smashed it down, face-first into the table-top, knocking the man out cold.

The entire fight had taken less than ten seconds. Carver hadn't even broken sweat.

He looked down at the table, where Maddy was just staring at him, speechless, stunned by Carver's capacity for efficient, cold-blooded violence.

'Damn! I only ate half my burger,' he said. And then, 'We'd better go.'

He led Maddy past all the staring, dumbstruck drinkers, then peeled off half a dozen fifty-dollar notes and handed them to the barman.

'That's for our bill.' He nodded at the people behind him. 'Buy 'em all a round on me. Keep the change. And please, don't bother calling the police. I don't want to press charges.'

The barman gasped, 'But…'

'They attacked me. You saw that.'

'Sure, sure,' babbled the barman, taking the money.

'See what I mean?' said Carver to Maddy as they walked out into the lot. 'How are you supposed to stay happy when so many people just want to screw it all up?'

She got into the Bronco, still not saying anything. As they headed for the road Carver noticed a nondescript grey sedan parked at the far end of the lot. It looked like a million others. But he was absolutely certain it was the same one that the guy at the hot-dog stand had been driving. It could have been a coincidence. But Carver didn't believe in coincidence, any more than he did in accidents. When Carver and the woman had gone, Tyzack got out of the car and went to see what had happened. He had spotted the two rednecks as they arrived and decided on the spur of the moment to use them in a little experiment. He told them his wife was inside, having a date with another man. He said he wanted the two of them taught a lesson and offered five hundred bucks, up-front, for the job. The idiot duo had been only too happy to oblige, unaware that they were being used as lab-rats. Tyzack was curious to see what kind of shape Carver was in. Fifteen minutes later, Carver walked out without a scratch. The lab-rats, Tyzack soon discovered, had taken part in a very swift, very brutal experiment. Carver, it seemed, was on excellent form.

Tyzack was delighted. It wouldn't be half so pleasurable taking down a man who couldn't put up a good fight.