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Sounds
- Martinique Morning Beach
- Inside Scoop on the Brisket Sandwich
- Playing with Salt
- Walking Through Noisy Campus
- Forested Swirl
- Martinique Walking in the Mud
- Nuts and Bolts
Vexed Axis Track
Theo’s Result
Lucas’s Result
The salted breeze felt good in his nostrils as the sun peeked somewhere over the horizon and splashed the clouds with highlights of pink and amber. The sand was course, and where he sat was cool. He watched the orange crabs skitter about amongst the fallen leaves from the palms and other debris before disappearing into their impromptu holes.
The station, Ken’s station was calling. He could feel the buzz and hum in his breast pocket, where he had tried to forget his cell phone. Uh.
Ken grabbed the phone out and put it up.
“You eat breakfast yet Kenny?”
“It’s 6 in the morning. You guys can’t give me until at least 9?”
“I don’t make the rules Ken, but hey, we sent you out there to do some work. Take the sites in while you can, but at the end of the day, just remember who paid for you ticket.”
“What do you need?”
“There’s going to be a concert in the pavilion beginning at 6pm and I you need to do some prep work. Good thing you’re already up.”
“The target?”
“Yes Ken. No big surprise there, huh. Ole shiny eyes hasn’t just been catching rays since he landed on the island on Tuesday. Seems he’s had two meeting with high-level not so well-known characters. They even managed to spend a little time at one of the local clubs. Hot Banana. You know it.”
“Of course I know it. I read the briefing.”
“Good. Then when I say pickup point 23, that should ring a bell?”
“Mangroves. Underside of the dock.”
“That’s the one.”
“Hold on. Everything is going great babe. Yeah, I’ve seen so many little lizards running around since I’ve been here…” Ken watched as a few men walked past him. One was obviously drunk. The rum was good out here. Apparently too good. The men weren’t a threat.”
“We okay?”
“Yeah, just some locals. Okay, pickup at 23 and then what?”
“I hope you brought your hiking boots. The pavilion is a popular venue because of the gorgeous hills and wonderful natural amphitheater that they form. A great spot to take in some music below and a wonderful vantage point above if you’re into something other than jazz.”
“I see. And my extraction? Is that still the same as was briefed?”
“Mechanic. Japanese fishing vessel. Don’t be late, otherwise this gets much more difficult.”
Carolyn’s Result
The salted breeze felt good in his nostrils as the sun peeked somewhere over the horizon and splashed the clouds with highlights of pink and amber. The sand was course, and where he sat was cool. He watched the orange crabs skitter about amongst the fallen leaves from the palms and other debris before disappearing into their impromptu holes.
The station, Ken’s station was calling. He could feel the buzz and hum in his breast pocket, where he had tried to forget his cell phone. Uh.
Ken grabbed the phone out and put it up.
“You eat breakfast yet Kenny?”
“It’s 6 in the morning. You guys can’t give me until at least 9?”
“I don’t make the rules Ken, but hey, we sent you out there to do some work. Take the sites in while you can, but at the end of the day, just remember who paid for you ticket.”
“What do you need?”
“There’s going to be a concert in the pavilion beginning at 6pm and I you need to do some prep work. Good thing you’re already up.”
“The target?”
“Yes Ken. No big surprise there, huh. Ole shiny eyes hasn’t just been catching rays since he landed on the island on Tuesday. Seems he’s had two meeting with high-level not so well-known characters. They even managed to spend a little time at one of the local clubs. Hot Banana. You know it.”
“Of course I know it. I read the briefing.”
“Good. Then when I say pickup point 23, that should ring a bell?”
“Mangroves. Underside of the dock.”
“That’s the one.”
“Hold on. Everything is going great babe. Yeah, I’ve seen so many little lizards running around since I’ve been here…” Ken watched as a few men walked past him. One was obviously drunk. The rum was good out here. Apparently too good. The men weren’t a threat.”
“We okay?”
“Yeah, just some locals. Okay, pickup at 23 and then what?”
“I hope you brought your hiking boots. The pavilion is a popular venue because of the gorgeous hills and wonderful natural amphitheater that they form. A great spot to take in some music below and a wonderful vantage point above if you’re into something other than jazz.”
“I see. And my extraction? Is that still the same as was briefed?”
“Mechanic. Japanese fishing vessel. Don’t be late, otherwise this gets much more difficult.”