“Target acquired.”
“Thanks, guys. Tell the general I appreciate the toys,” said Anna, pulling the rope hanging before her.
The dune buggy detached from the plane, and two parachutes launched. It dropped into the winding trails of the Guatemala forest, and the tires hit the ground. She sped down the dirt trail and passed through the hot muggy jungle.
The scenery was beautiful. The mountains were strategically placed, which made the sun look like it was playing peek-a-boo with her. The trees were bright greens and light browns and looked like another world compared to Glee and Charton. She drove through the forest and passed a town called Sesajal. It was small but close enough if she needed to get somewhere fast if she ran into any trouble.
The waterfall was a fifteen-minute hike from
