There being no real need to rise early, no one did. It was almost eight before Slit opened her eyes looking around. Becoming quite concerned she jumping out of bed quickly dressed for jogging and hit the pavement. She reminded herself why she rises early and stays fit as she negotiated the multiple piles of ‘rubbish’ all over the lounge room floor. She was not sure which pile had Bang’s carcass in it, but as there were no grunting noises emanating from one she assumed he had inadvertently swallowed a beer can and chocked to death during the night.
 
By the time Slit returned from her run and had taken a long hot bubble bath, Mrs Ferret had also risen; she too indulged herself in the luxury of some hot water and soap. It was almost eleven when they both emerged into the living area to exchange a few niceties on the weather and their choice of clothing for the day as well as remark about the state of the lounge room, before starting to search the kitchen for coffee and something suitable for a nice ‘brunch’ on the balcony. They changed their mind and settled in the kitchen when they realised Bang was on the balcony still sleeping, the mess there being a clone of the lounge room.
 
Mrs Ferret remarked to Slit, “How does he do it? The guy is a complete animal. We need to stich him up with a wench for the sake of humanity. Honestly, if Ferret tried to live like that he would spend his whole life chained in the garage lock-up and only be let out Sunday morning for exercise on a lead.”
 
Slit chuckled a little at Mrs Ferrets remark before replying, “Ferret is; was like that, it’s a male thing, a part of their genes, in the autopilot package that comes in the psychic imprint, along with an obsession for holes, bodily functions and anything requiring lubricating. If you had only seen Ferret’s performances before you arrived and started pressing the buttons on his remote control. I agree with you, we should find Bang a good firm wrench and have her undertake some extensive refinement, who knows how he might turn out.”
 
“Besides we have a further problem with Bang look at this paper I picked-up while out jogging. I’m sure this article is about the jailbreak yesterday. These three photos are the images Digit loaded onto the Prison Database for Megumi, Mullet and Mrs Mullet, and that forth sketch must be the outside assistance. If you look closely at the sketch, you can make it look like Bang especially if he keeps returning towards his scruffy self. I’m betting this article is explaining how they have sussed what went down yesterday and who they are looking for. If I’m right I recon I’ll be on the front page tomorrow as well, when they get the time to check back through the visitor books. I wish I could read the print. Why don’t we take a stroll down to the University and try to find a local English newspaper or someone to tell us what this article is saying.”
 
With that, Slit and Mrs Ferret negotiated the lounge room and made their way to the University campus where they started a chat with some Japanese students who were in Thailand learning the Thai language. Mrs Ferret found them all a buzz about the big explosion that had occurred just along the street at the prison and how a Japanese lady, two Americans and seven Thai prisoners had escaped with the help of a scruffy man believed to be a foreigner. There was quite a hunt being undertaken to re-capture them. The Japanese girls explained how everyone had been questioned at the foreign dormitory early this morning; they added that all foreigners were being looked at quite closely around the campus as it was thought the foreign prisoners were still somewhere in this area.
 
Slit and Mrs Ferret politely chatted a little longer explaining all about the courses they were doing at the University so as not to arouse any suspicion, before exchanging well wishes and hopping it back to the apartment. They dragging Bang out of his slumber and insisting he clean up his mess before allowing him a coffee to cure all the terminal ailments he kept itemising.
 
Mrs Ferret prepared to give yet another makeover to re-beautify Bang and leave all the scruffy appearance explained, in the newspaper on the lounge room floor. Bang protested, believing the whole beat-up including the newspaper sketch was nothing more then a ‘sick’ wench conspiracy thing to have him shower, shave and wear a shirt with a collar.
 
Slit wrote a quick text message saying, “Getting rather hot here, it’s time to go. Please notify us when you are ready too; All’s Cool” and phoned it though.
 
Slit started packing, first Mrs Ferrets belonging as she was still busy giving Bang a trim. Slit then piled all Bangs belongings in a heap and stuffed it all in his Kit bag, before reversing the process to find him something to wear today, then re-stuffed it in the bag before washing her hands thoroughly and folding and packing her own travel case.
 
Slit emptied the last of the passports, driver’s licences and identity knick-knacks from her ‘booty’ envelope. They all turning into Australian citizens, Bang became Peter Turner, Mrs Ferret Helen Cross and Slit was now Maree Priest. She also got out a new mobile phone and put it in her carry bag.
 
With Bang and Mrs Ferret now ready to move, Slit collected all the pre-owned passport and identity documents, placed them in a rubbish bag and sent Bang down stairs to have them all become well lost, before they all settled in the lounge to try and workout what was being said on TV. Bang found watching Bonanza with Asian dubbing a real Buzz while both girls sat quietly both wondering what was actually going on inside his head.
 
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It was just on twelve thirty when Slit received a text message saying, “Everything now ready; pickup arranged for three. Have a nice trip; All’s Cool.” They got their bags and placed them all at the apartment door before Bang did a sweep to make sure nothing quickly incriminating was in the apartment. Slit made a phone call to Phu Ngoc Trinh’s explaining how she needed to leave Thailand and would not be able to make dinner this evening. She apologised and gave Mr Trinh her email address, slit@rebels.com inviting his daughter to communicate to her. Slit explained how she would be back in a few months when they would be able to meet up again. She also asked Mr Trinh to let nature take its course with Brett Savage at least until she returned, before receiving Mr Trinh’s understanding, exchanging niceties and hanging up. Slit then gave the phone to Mrs Ferret who rang Japan trying to speak to Megumi who they knew should be there by now. She was told that Megumi had arrived safely and was spending the afternoon sleeping. Megumi’s very happy and grateful mother assured Mrs Ferret that Megumi had arrived without incident and the two Americans had definitely boarded the plane for America and would now be well into the flight.
 
They were all relieved to hear Megumi, Mullet and the wench were safe, if only so they need not hang around to rescue them again. They immediately set off to the Vehicle, allocating Bang the task of loosing the phone on the way. Slit had planned to walk to the station and catch the train but was concerned an American couple and a Japanese girl travelling together today was going to draw too much attention. They could bet on being stopped and given the ‘who are you’ probing, especially in this area, so they set off in the vehicle towards the city centre on the Don Muang Tollway. Sure enough they were pulled to the side of the road by armed police at both tollbooths and rather politely yet thoroughly quizzed before being allowed to drive on. 
 
Eventually the Bangkok traffic allowed them to reach the Shangri-La hotel where they were able to park the vehicle in the hotel car park. Bang wouldn’t stop winging about needing something decent to eat, claiming he was about to expire. Leaving the luggage in the vehicle, Slit guided them through the plush foyer up the stairs to the mezzanine level and entered the River Room Restaurant, where Mrs Ferret and Slit settled for a Coffee and a Danish but made up the numbers allowing Bang to order beer with the house special, a European Seafood Platter for two. Both Mrs Ferret and Slit took in the view over the river while Bang set into his meal with an ‘Oh yes good’, or something similar each time he parked another shovel full at his mouth.
 
It was five minutes before three when Bang looked out the window and commented, “Check this out; some capitalist who has no doubt spent a life exploiting the poor must be dropping by for tea; probably some Drug Lord!”
 
Slit and Mrs Ferret didn’t need to turn as they had been watching the huge, sleek, oversized Scarab commence to turn and manoeuvre backwards towards them, attempted to moor on the Shangri-La jetty only metres outside the restaurant’s glass wall.
 
Bang continued, “Christ that thing must be eighty feet long, I recon a fellow could be as ugly as sin and pick up good looking chicks in that. Checkout the outfit on the crew, poor faggots.”
 
“Shit! Slit look at the name of the thing,” Bang said extending his arm towards the boat with enough childlike enthusiasm to touch his pointing finger against the immaculately cleaned glass, making a rather noisy thump and leaving a greasy mark. The launch continued to inch closer stern first then seemed to swing back into the river as the bow rapidly came around to align with the wharf. Causing Bang to exclaim, “Shit! Bow trusters too,” and to make sure Slit and Mrs Ferret were still paying attention Bang read the name out loud for them saying, “Look it’s named the ‘The Gipsy Wanderer’.”
 
To which Slit simply replied, “Jesus Bang you’re like a little boy. Why don’t you finish your meal so we can get going; our transport has just arrived. That ‘thing’ as you call it is our new ‘wench mobile’. If you play your cards right and learn to be a metro-sexual, tidy kind of guy we might let you play with the part that tells it to go broom, broom.”
 
Bang just said, “Bullshit,” but then thought about it, and while looking at Slit’s smug face he decided she was on the level. He immediately scuffed down a few oysters, a couple of shrimp, two fingers full of crabmeat and two large swigs of beer before announcing he was full, with a desire to play boats all over his face.
 
Slit paid for the meal while Bang and Mrs Ferret went down to retrieve the luggage. Mrs Ferret left the keys in the car, hoping the hire people would find it in good order. After four years as a Gypsy Wanderer wench she still wasn’t comfortable being dishonest.
 
By the time they returned to the wharf Slit had completed her introduction such that two of the crew came down the gangway taking the luggage from Bang to transfer it all below deck. They were all invited to sit in the large circular leather lounge at the rear of the sunken deck area, while the steward took orders for Bangs scotch and Slit and Mrs Ferrets coffee. They all watched, as their new ‘wench mobile’ was skilfully and carefully re-manoeuvred back into the navigational centre of the river, before making an allowable ten knots to slowly and gracefully slide southwards.
 
It took less then two minutes for Bang to go stand beside the skipper and talk over some of the technical features. After a more few minutes he ran over to the girls to tell them ‘she’ had twin eighteen hundred horsepower, Yanmar, vee twelve, quad turbo, diesels and a cruising range of fifteen hundred miles, at forty knots. Bang was rather disappointed with the ho-hum response he got, and read the facial expressions as a clear message to ‘go play up the pointed end.’ He left them alone to chat and take in the sights on the river cruise through Bangkok’s southern suburbs.
 
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It took just over an hour for the ‘wench mobile’ to fully negotiate her way down the Chao Phraya River and start her run out into the Gulf of Thailand. They headed due south and commenced increasing speed, at first riding high in the front before the stabilizers lifted the rear up settling her on a level keel as she skimmed across the smooth surface like an over sized speed boat. ‘Bangs’ two ‘something’ engines reduced revolutions considerably while emitting a characteristically deepening hum, signalling an increase in boost from the eight turbochargers allowing the ‘wench mobile’ to maintain her forward momentum nicely, in an economical fashion. Sure enough, Bang ran over to inform the girls they were now doing forty knots, he returned to read the dials and gauges, again disappointed with the complete indifference being shown to important matters of great significance.
 
The girls watched as the land rapidly disappeared in their wake leaving them surrounded by water save for some distant mountains ‘painted’ on the sky off to the right. Slowly the sun started to retire on the left putting on a magical art show of reds, blues and purples.
 
As the dark tropical evening quickly overtook them, the steward invited all below for dinner where they were presented with a Thai banquet fit for royalty. The setting of fruits and vegetables had been calved into shapes such that it was impossible to contemplate disturbance without first giving thanks to the unknown person who laboured on the preparation. The multiple courses offered had a delicious mix designed to seduce the senses into a weakened state; only ladies of substance and confidence who have mixed well and been treated respectfully would fully understand. Although watching Bang pick his way around the courses rejecting anything not suitable for a carnivore and washing the rest down with Johnny Walker and beer, killed off the seduction thought train with the girls.
 
The relaxing evening passed quickly and was completed with coffee, a heated cognac and chocolate, served on deck. The darkness of the moonless tropical evening, set on the open ocean ensured the stars afforded a tapestry of diamond like brilliance for them to contemplate life.
 
The skipper had now slowed the ‘wench mobile’ to twenty-five knots in order to afford additional safety as they were now finding there way using radar and these waters are alive with small fishing vessels and such.
 
Slit and Mrs Ferret allocated Bang one of the vacant single cabins down in the crew area before taking the tour of the three double state rooms at the rear, they decided to allocate the master room to Mrs Ferret and the next best to Slit. The second best being every bit as luxuriously appointed as the master room but just a little smaller.
 
Before retiring Slit went forward to have a private chat with Bang requesting that he doesn’t become too inquisitive pocking around below deck. She explained how their expensive new ‘wench mobile’ was carrying six tonne of heroin and cocaine as ballast in the bilges, which must not be disturbed in any way if it is to avoid detection. Bang was quite happy with the deal as soon as he was assured they would be keeping the new toy state side. He was even amused when Slit explained how Digit had arranged for Brett Savage to pay the three million seven hundred thousand dollar price tag for the boat. She explained how Digit now had total access and control over Brett Savage’s finances and was actively redistributing it to where it could be of better use.
 
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Mrs Ferret emerged next all smiles about her cabin, the relaxing sleep and the morning shower. She too went for juice, a Danish and coffee before also settling across from Slit with her magazine choices. Eventually Bang emerged requesting sausages, bacon, eggs, baked beans and a beer for his breakfast which was enough to send both Slit and Mrs ferret scampering up on deck, both being somewhat concerned about the onset of morning sickness if they stayed below to watch him put it all away. They were now all at sea even the mountains had vanished, both girls became interested in and discussed how the boats wake appeared to stretch behind them as far as the horizon, before returning to their reading.
 
Soon enough it was time for lunch and once again they were all treated to a delightful meal. Immediately after lunch the captain explained how they would shortly be stopping at Pattani harbour to refuel and gain clearance from Thai customs. He explained how he had arranged for them to be transferred to a smaller craft to continue south while they entered port. The customs visit would be much less complex if the vessel was not carrying any passengers as this trip was documented as a delivery cruise to the USA and was supposed to only have crew onboard.
 
Sure enough with land now quite close a small pleasure craft approached, they all transferred across and watched the ‘wench mobile’ quickly distance itself towards shore, while they all struggled to adjust to the ordinariness of their new cramped, noisy vessel. With their position just off a populated area Slit was delighted to share the text message she received on her phone; it said, “All packages arrived sparkling and in good order. Well done; All’s Cool.”
 
It took just on three hours before they caught sight of the sleek lines of their beautiful ‘wench mobile’ rapidly overtaking them. They all eagerly transferred back to ‘civilisation’ and didn’t give the small vessel a second glance as it headed back toward Pattani.
 
Land had long since disappeared and with darkness rapidly approaching they made contact with a large container ship. To everyone surprise, especially Slit they pulled along side and were skilfully winched onboard, using the ships cranes, to be positioned snugly on a purpose built cradle between the top layer of containers not far from the rear of the vessel, just in front of the superstructure. The ‘wench mobile’ captain explained how the ship would be able to transport them to within reach of the USA coast more efficiently then travelling under their own power, particularly in the rough waters of the open Pacific Ocean. He also explained that they would be able to sleep and eat on board ‘The Gipsy Wanderer’ but should feel free to wonder about on the container ship as it offered them more room to stretch there legs.
 
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