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we?” He looked seriously at Oscar. “So, isn’t it time to make further use of our share?”
    Oscar looked at his friend cautiously.
    â€œJust what harebrained scheme have you in mind?” he replied slowly.
    â€œWell,” Greg started, clearing his throat. “You remember the old map?”
    He looked up questioningly. Oscar nodded without speaking.
    â€œThen you’ll remember when you translated those notes written in Japanese just near where the Island of Corregidor appears on the map?” He wrinkled his eyebrows and looked cheekily at Oscar.
    Oscar raised his hand.
    â€œOh no, not another treasure hunt.” He shook his head vigorously. “Count me out, I told you before, I simply couldn’t cope with any more of your style of excitement!” He paused, thinking desperately for something to say. “Haven’t we enough money now? We can buy homes and put funds in trust that will ensure you have everything you need for the rest of your life.” He raised his hands in supplication.
    â€œI hear you Oscar but it’s not the money. You know very well that it’s the thrill of the chase and the urge to succeed that we love. That gold is down there somewhere, of that I’m certain. After all we did find the stuff they left behind on land, well at least some of it didn’t we?” He didn’t wait for a response. “It does mean that we would be starting with much more certainty of success, yes?” he reasoned with a wry smile.
    â€œBut the odds of finding some treasure at the bottom of a shark-infested sea are pretty poor. That makes it a much more perilous proposition than scratching around in the foothills doesn’t it?” Oscar protested. “Who’s to know if that location was correct? It could be miles out,” he added hopefully trying to suppress the bubbling enthusiasm. “We don’t even know if that’s the position of a rendezvous or of a wreck.” He tried again to cool down the conversation.
    â€œYou are well aware of the report! Damn it, you translated it!” Greg persisted. “On the night that last submarine left Manila harbour, there was a huge explosion reported in the general area of that location and the sub never returned,” Greg smiled encouragement. “So with the modern sophisticated equipment available these days at least we could scan the seabed for a wreck.”
    â€œThere’ll be hundreds of wrecks out there surely?” Oscar protested. “How could we be sure we had found the right submarine - the one supposedly full of gold?”
    â€œWe dive down and take a look!” Greg concluded simply, looking up sporting his most infectious grin.

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    Stiletto knife in hand, the attacker lunged forward in a head down rugby style charge. Alex dropped to his knee and fired two rapid shots into the man’s massive chest, killing him instantly but in spite of the impact of the soft nosed .38 slugs, the momentum of his vast bulk was not hindered. Alex staggered under the weight and fell back. The knife sliced into his groin as the man fell on top of him. Yet in spite of searing pain in his abdomen, it was the nausea brought on by the halitosis stench from the gaping mouth that dominated his senses, giving him an additional burst of strength to heave the massive dead body to one side.
    â€œHey, take it easy big guy! You don’t have to wrestle with me. I’ll submit willingly!” Rosie called out as she hauled herself up from the floor where Alex had pushed her in his rambling nightmare.
    Alex returned instantly to consciousness with perspiration soaking his body and face and peered blearily towards Rosie’s voice. A sharp pain in his groin reminded of his dream.
    â€œI’m so sorry,” he pleaded quietly, realising what he must have done.
    It was almost twelve months since that bloody brawl with the Syndicate enforcer and it was not the first time that he