No 4 Quay was as quiet as any part of the busy Swansea Docks could be. Loaded merchant ships groaned and strained against their steel hawsers as the oily water lapped below, the long row of towering cranes creaked in the breeze and from somewhere across the Docks came the low hum of machinery. A small truck, badly in need of a service and belching thick exhaust fumes, accelerated noisily along the nearby access road and a shrill alarm bell rang from the direction of the Docks’ entrance, only to be quickly silenced.
Nobody was around to hear the swift dispatch of the burly sentry standing guard next to a large stack of bricks. A sledgehammer punch to the right kidney, left hand clamped tightly over the open mouth, the juddering head jerked back, and the razor-sharp girl guide knife across the throat. An ugly gurgling noise and Sowerbutt slowly lowered the large shaking body to the dusty ground. He was less than 20 feet away from the union hut, a faint light flickering through the covered windows, open in the warm evening. Nothing stirred, but he thought he could hear snoring, then what sounded like a bottle being banged down on a table. http://amazon.co.uk/Colour-Lemon-Surrender-1940-ebook/dp/B008USR7FA
Nobody was around to hear the swift dispatch of the burly sentry standing guard next to a large stack of bricks. A sledgehammer punch to the right kidney, left hand clamped tightly over the open mouth, the juddering head jerked back, and the razor-sharp girl guide knife across the throat. An ugly gurgling noise and Sowerbutt slowly lowered the large shaking body to the dusty ground. He was less than 20 feet away from the union hut, a faint light flickering through the covered windows, open in the warm evening. Nothing stirred, but he thought he could hear snoring, then what sounded like a bottle being banged down on a table. http://amazon.co.uk/Colour-Lemon-Surrender-1940-ebook/dp/B008USR7FA
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