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it back like a spear and pushed the Prince with his right hand.
     
    “Who . . .” the Prince uttered, as he sat straight up in bed.  The brutal force of the Garm met his left eye.  It pierced his eye and entered his brain.  He fell back onto the bed.  He was dead before his head hit the pillow.
     
    The assassin left the knife protruding from the Prince’s face.  He made his way to the stern of the yacht and was met halfway by two members of the crew.  He pulled the Beretta and cut them down before they could utter a word.  He stepped over the bodies and continued towards the stern, dropping the gun at their feet.  He moved onto the deck and made his way to the rope. 
     
    Bridgette heard the thunderous shots. 
     
    Five hundred meters away, the sniper, quietly watching, reported “Target eliminated. Ahmed was not on the yacht.  Orders?” The sniper did not look up from the scope.
     
    “Observe only,” a voice on the other end answered.  The connection then went dead.  The sniper sighed and immediately started breaking down the rifle.  The boat started and headed towards Cannes.
     
    The assassin quickly descended to the waiting zodiac.  He gave the rope a tug and the grappling hook detached from the ship and fell into the water.  He started the motor and moved away from the ship. 
     
    Bridgette watched him.
     
    It was 3:15 A.M.  The assassin rode the waves five hundred meters from the ship and stopped.  The zodiac silently bobbed up and down on the water.  He pulled off the shoulder holster, placed it at his feet, removed the knife sheaves and placed them on the floor of the boat.  Reaching into the bag he took a towel out and began to clean off the black body paint.  Satisfied, he picked up the second Beretta from the bag, aimed the weapon at the sides of the zodiac and emptied the magazine into the boat.  It immediately took on water.  He stood in the middle of the boat until it began to sink.  The boat disappeared beneath the water as he began swimming towards the lights of Cannes. He had an eight hundred meter swim in front of him. 
     
    The Crescent was making its way back to the Scimitar.   Ahmed was exhausted.  He knew the Prince would be up early and would demand he be ready as well.
     
    Faisal had tried several times to reach his men.  They were not answering.  When the Crescent approached no one emerged to assist them.  Something was wrong and Faisal knew the Prince was dead.
     
    The crew of the smaller vessel was able to come along side the large yacht.  Faisal and Ali drew their weapons and boarded the Scimitar .  They sprinted towards the Prince’s bedroom, nearly tripping over the bodies of the crew.  They pushed open the Prince’s door and flipped on the light.  Ali stopped when he saw the knife.  Faisal walked slowly over and looked down at the Prince.  Blood had run down his face and was pooling on the sheets and pillow.   He recognized the knife.  A nasty thing.  He turned and looked at Ali.  Ahmed walked in behind him.  He did not touch the body.
     
    “What?  Who could have done this?” he asked.  Faisal pointed at the knife.  Ahmed looked closely at it. 
     
    “So?” Ahmed asked incredulously.
     
    “It’s a knife favored by the Mossad,” Faisal replied.  Ahmed became furious. 
     
    “Search the ship!” Ahmed was not so much saddened by the Prince’s murder, as he was concerned that the assassin could still be on board waiting for him.
     
    “Ali, find the others.  Search the ship,” Faisal said, without emotion.  Ali turned and walked out of the bedroom.  Faisal followed.  Ali flipped on the lights to the hallway leading to the bedroom.  Faisal looked for any indication that his men might have at least wounded the assassin.  He saw nothing.  The assassin had gotten away clean.  It did not appear that his men had offered any resistance.  Faisal continued down the hallway.  The bodies of the crew lay at the end of the