Clive and Marina had been on the island for just over a day
They had spent time on the beach but had returned to the villa as the sun was fierce
Both were now sitting under large parasols on the edge of the blue swimming pool
I did not realise that Greece was so hot
It can get hotter than this
It is lucky we have a private pool
I think I will live in it
Did you like the beach?
It was lovely but it was such a furnace
Marina dived into the pool
She hardly made a splash
On a wet street in Paris
Marina waited for the CEO
To drive by
She would have one shot maybe two
In Tel Aviv Marina found herself
Teaching English
To young Israeli’s
In a language school
Marina swam the length of the pool underwater
Come on Clive
Come in for a swim
It will cool you down
Marina watched the CEO’S car
As it made its way through the automatic gates
She raised her pistol and squeezed the trigger
The windscreen shattered
And the CEO slumped back into his seat
She shot him again between the eyes
I told you that I would get my revenge
She muttered as she walked away
Marina was surprised how quickly her pupils
Picked up the English language
In return she was teaching herself Hebrew
Clive remained on the edge of the swimming pool
He watched his wife as she swam elegantly
From one end of the pool to the other
A car full of cops raced past Marina
Towards the headquarters of MAK Industries
She smiled sweetly
At a newspaper vendor from the Maghreb
A fellow teacher asked Marina out for a coffee
She told him that she was married
And that her husband was in France
As they lay on the loungers
Next to the pool
Clive and Marina
Shared a French newspaper
That contained a report about the assassination
Of Jean (Jack) Blessed
That had occurred outside the Paris headquarters
Of MAK Industries
In Paris Marina disposed of the gun
In a trash can outside of a fast food outlet
The gun was clean
And was to be collected by two Mossad agents
Within the hour
In Tel Aviv Marina went for a coffee
With David Ben Soutine
As he had told her that he was gay
He gave her the details of her next hit
As they shared a second coffee
Two days later whilst Clive was completing his canvas
Marina made an excuse and made her way
To the far side of the island
Where she shot a shipping magnate three times in the head
She shot him again between the eyes
I told you that I would get my revenge
She muttered as she placed the clean pistol in his lifeless hand
Marina returned to the villa and swam in the pool
She and Clive had planned to eat out
But the assassination had caused a stir
And they were advised by a handsome Greek cop
To eat at home until it was safe
In Tel Aviv as he lay next to a man he hardly knew
David Ben Soutine was reading the poetry of Avraham Stern
But he was thinking of Marina
Who was to be his next hit
He had not questioned his orders
But was confused as to their intent
After making love to a delighted Clive
Marina lay on the couch
Covered only by a sheet
She was reading the poetry of Avraham Stern
But was thinking of David Ben Soutine
Who she had been asked to kill
She had not questioned her orders
But was confused as to their intent
To be continued