Wednesday, September 27, 2006
New Beginning 127
Wendy Keller crawled through rotting jungle vegetation to the edge of the clearing. A horned beetle, at least five inches long, scurried in front of her, and she resisted the urge to flick it away. This close to the clearing her movements had to be slow and steady. She couldn’t afford to draw any attention from the men who were outside the target house.
Billions of mosquitoes strafed her head, completely ignoring the industrial strength bug repellent she had doused herself in but the beetle kept going, a bit of luck for her. No matter how often she’d been in the jungle, she never got used to bugs crawling all over her.
Slowly, rocking herself forward on her toes and elbows, she inched to the edge of the clearing. Someone had cleared a rough circle in the jungle, tree stumps jutting out of the ground, bushes trying to reclaim the empty space.
Suddenly, Wendy's elbow landed on a twig; it cracked like a gunshot. The two men spun around to see her lying at the edge of the clearing, her face scratched and bitten, her clothes torn and dirty.
"Ah. Wendy. I had a feeling you'd turn up sooner or later." Maurice, the taller of the two, smiled in recognition. "It's okay, I found them; they were in my pocket the whole time." He held up his car keys for her to see. "Be a dear and grab that bag, would you? And don't forget to take care of the bell boy."
Wendy pushed herself to her feet. Island resort, she thought. Big fun, Moe. Next year, separate vacations.
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