The Dark Side of the Island - Jack Higgins [13]
"That's all I needed," Lomax said. "Have you got one of those to spare?"
The Greek nodded and rose to his feet. He was a big, dangerous looking man badly in need of a shave and his massive shoulders swelled under the blue reefer jacket.
"I think that maybe you've been playing this game too long," he said as he gave Lomax a cigarette and struck a match.
"Haven't we all?"
Before the Greek could reply, the curtain was pulled back and Sergeant Boyd appeared with two cups of coffee. He gave one to Alexias and the other to Lomax who took a sip and grimaced. "Everything tastes of submarine. I don't know how they put up with it."
Boyd was a big, dependable northerner with the ribbon of the Military Medal sewn neatly into place above his left breast pocket beneath the SAS wings.
"We've just surfaced," he said. "Commander Swanson asked me to tell you to be ready to go in fifteen minutes."
"Is all the gear ready?"
Boyd nodded. "I had to occupy myself somehow. Couldn't sleep. Never can in these things."
"How do you feel?" Lomax asked.
"About the job?" Boyd shrugged. "The same as usual. Why?"
Lomax shook his head. "No special reason. We seem to have been doing this sort of thing rather frequently lately, that's all. We can't last for ever, you know."
"Neither can the war," Boyd told him. "In any case, It's fifty-fifty every time. Even I know that much mathematics."
"I don't know," Lomax said. "This one's different. In Crete, a man could run a long way in those mountains, but Kyros is a small island."
"We've been on small islands before," Boyd told him. "Besides, we've got Alexias here to show us around. We'll be all right."
Alexias grinned and his teeth looked very white against the dark stubble of his beard. "Sure, everything's going to be fine. You've got nothing to worry about."
"Who said I was worried?" Lomax swung his legs to the floor. "You two get the stuff together. I'll see you up top in five minutes."
After they had gone, he sat there on the edge of the bunk finishing his coffee. It tasted foul, but then so did the cigarette.
He was tired, that was the trouble. Too damned tired and everything was beginning to blur a little at the edges. He definitely needed a rest after this one. A month in Alex should do it, but he'd been promised that for a year now. He pulled on his sheepskin coat, reached for his beret and moved outside.
He moved through into the control room and mounted the conning-tower ladder to the bridge. Above him, the round circle of the night was scattered with brilliant stars and he breathed the fresh salt air deep into his lungs and suddenly felt better.
Swanson was looking towards the shore, night glasses raised to his eyes. Lomax extinguished his cigarette and moved beside him. "How's it going?"
"So far without a hitch," Swanson said.
They were moving through a scattering of jagged rocks and tiny islands and Lomax whistled softly. "Looks pretty dicey to me."
"We didn't have a great deal of choice," Swanson told him. "After all, you did want to be on this side of the island and at least this gives us some sort of cover against their radar. They tell me the harbour here is usually crammed with E-boats. Care to take a look?"
Lomax took the night glasses and immediately the cliffs jumped out of the darkness at him, white surf pounding in across the rocks.
Swanson was speaking into the voice-pipe and when he turned his teeth gleamed in the darkness. "Not long now. How do you feel?"
"Fine," Lomax told him. "You don't need to worry about us."
"Of course you've done this sort of thing rather a lot, haven't you? I must say I like the look of your sergeant."
"We've been together two years now," Lomax said. "Crete, Rhodes, all over the Aegean. He knows more about explosives than any man I ever knew. Used to be a shotfirer in a Yorkshire pit before the war. They tried to defer him, but he wasn't having any of that."
"How does he handle the language problem?"
"He's picked