What the walker had taken hours only took the
helicopter a few minutes. The familiar shape of the red and white
Coastguard chopper hugged the northeastern coastline of Lewis, leaving
Tolsta behind. The cabin at Dibidil, the ruins at Filiscleitir and the
cabins at Cuidhsiadar were all in view within moments. The craft touched
down at Filiscleitir. Across the stream, beyond the bridge, a number of
four-wheel drive vehicles were waiting. "The decoy in Port worked
beautifully", the incident commander smirked. "They were fooled into a
false sense of security, thinking they could complete their dirty work
here". He gestured towards the remains of the chapel. "Good thing that
eye witness got in touch with us when he did. We thought they were at
Dibidil, but in fact, it was here, at Filiscleitir, that...". He broke
off the sentence and his face clouded over. Several packets had been
carried from behind the walls of the chapel. They had been identified as
contraband, illicit drugs, shipped in a few nights before. The last
packet did not match the others. The commander turned to the pilot, his
face a picture of horror. "Take us to Dibidil", he said curtly. "Another
lot could be over there".
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