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Cicero Smith hated Florida. As far as he was concerned this place was little more than a breeding ground for vampiric insects. He had five men with him. None of them were happy to be there. The sign at the place they stopped advertized Helicopter Flights into the Everglades. It was just what he had been looking for.
There was an open clearing where the jungle growth had been cut back to create a rough landing area. As they were getting out of the car a smiling dark skinned man, probably an Indian, Smith guessed, came out and started walking up to them. He’d heard this was Seminole territory.
The Seminole lost the smile when he saw six guns pointed at him. Smith backed him up into his house. Cicero asked the man if they had enough fuel to get to the biological research facility. T
