Rich stepped from the dock onto The Odyssey.
Rich turned to see who it was. It was the man from the Soviet submarine dressed in white, Yuri’s brother.
“My name is Pavel Petrushkin. Yuri is my brother.”
“Yuri?” Rich said.
“Yes,” Pavel smiled. “Let’s not play games.”
“I don’t play games,” Rich said. “I would have blown a couple holes in that tin can of yours and the only thing that stopped me from emptying my magazine in those men in the raft is that I was certain they meant me no personal harm.”
“If I wanted to,” Pavel said, “at my order, you and your boat would have been destroyed.”
“Well,” Rich said. “I thank you for that. Now, what do you want?”
“Nothing,” Pavel said. “I only wanted to thank you.”
“For what?” Rich said.
“Saving my brother from me,” Pavel said.
“I don’t understand,” Rich said.
“If you see Yuri again, tell him our parents are safe,” Pavel said.
“Okay,” Rich said, “Yuri was on the boat all the time.”
“Why the sudden confession?” Pavel said.
“Behind you is a 330 pound Polynesian named Ham,” Rich said. “He’s my cousin.”
Pavel smirked in disbelief.
“Are you okay?” Ham said.
“Like I said, I don’t play games,” Rich said to Pavel.
“Everything is fine,” Rich said to Ham.
“This looks private so I’ll just go over there,” Ham said gesturing a short distance away. “If you need me…”
“Thanks, Ham,” Rich said.
“You won’t need him,” Pavel said.
“Soviets are not known as bastions of truth,” Rich said.
“Here is the truth,” Pavel said. “I’m glad you never gave my brother up. I don’t know what I would have done if he was turned over to me.”
“Yuri told me you are very close,” Rich said. “Yet, he was certain if you found him, you would take him in.”
“Yuri is a good man,” Pavel said, “the best. He knows not how much I love him.”
“If not before, he knows now,” Rich said.
“Is it possible for me to see him?” Pavel said.
“I don’t know,” Rich said. “I’m not in anyway connected to the military, CIA, or anything to do with the government. How I got involved is a story for Vodka and a lonely night.”
“I understand,” Pavel said.
“I’m thinking Yuri will be flown out of here tomorrow,” Rich said. “I don’t think there is any chance of you seeing him. I don’t think there’s any chance of me seeing him. But, I’ll see what I can do. Where are you staying?”
“A hotel not far from here,” Pavel said.
“Would you like to stay with me on the boat tonight?” Rich said.
“You trust me?” Pavel said.
“I got the big guy over there, on my team,” Rich said.
“Sure,” Pavel said, “I can stay.”
“Ham!” Rich said.
“Yeah!” Ham said.
“Can you get a hold of Speed and tell him to be here at five in the morning?” Rich said.
“No problem,” Ham said. “Is it okay for me to go now?”
“It’s okay,” Rich said, “thanks.”
Ham walked away, but looked over his shoulder a couple of times.
“I’m curious,” Pavel said, “do you really have a rocket grenade launcher?”
“Yep,” Rich said, “do you want to see it?”
“Are you really a schizophrenic paranoid?” Pavel said.
“If you’re worried, I’ll let you pick it up,” Rich said.