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THE TWO MEN were within fifteen metres when they began to turn around.

‘Now,’ said John Carr.

Both Carrs stood up and levelled their weapons.

The terrorists stopped in the sand, mouths open, startled eyes, and started to raise their AKs.

They never stood a chance.

Cumulatively, John Carr had spent months of his life double-tapping targets in various ranges and shooting galleries in Hereford and elsewhere around the world, and he’d done it for real enough times, too.

At the peak of his skills, he’d have got off four aimed shots in under a second, easy.

He was a little rusty, so it took him just over a second – though they were still fired so quickly that it was hard to distinguish between each round.

Tap-tap.

Tap-tap.

The Grim Reaper reached out from the muzzle of Carr’s pistol and took both of the jihadis away to hell, a fifth shot – from George – extinguishing the last vestiges of movement in the twitching fingers of one of them.

Carr looked at his son, eyebrows raised.

George looked back at him, sheepishly. ‘Fucked if I’m going back to Battalion and telling them bastards that you did all the shooting,’ he said.

‘I’ll give you that one,’ said Carr. ‘Now grab that AK, and let’s get going.’

He reached down and pulled the Krinkov from the nearest dead man’s grasp, turning at the same moment to engage the remaining shooters.

But they were now out of sight at the bottom end of the beach.

George Carr had picked up the other carbine, and frisked his guy for spare magazines, and now he hopped onto the low wall and looked in the direction of the marina.

‘No sign,’ he said, and hopped off onto the Calle Ribera on the other side.

He started walking down the line of the wall towards the sea, AK at the ready.

John Carr followed him, keeping good spacing, turning often to cover their rear, finger over the trigger, the weapon in synch with his eyes.

Ready to engage instantly.

‘Anything?’ he said, after fifteen metres.

‘No.’

And then they heard the sound of powerful marine engines – twin 7,400hp Codag gas turbines, to be precise – and a white yacht powered out of the marina.

Both men watched the boat go.

It was really shifting.

Carr raised his AK, but it was already out into the open sea and heading due south.