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Spider's Web
Ibiza it wasn’t. The Alaskan wilderness it was.
We were re-cuffed and marched off the plane. This was new tarmac. A spanking new airstrip.
I blinked into the bright white sky. The sun got up early around here. The airstrip sat at the foot of a mountain range dusted in snow. The rest was endless forest, no doubt chock-full of things that would bite, rip or sting you to death given half a chance. Were they going to take us into the trees and shoot us? Or feed us to the wolves? Unlikely they’d fly us halfway round the world for that. Our rides turned up within seconds. Four heavy-duty Humvees in green and grey camouflage. Me and Philippe rode on the back of the two pick-up style versions, sandwiched in the middle of the convoy. The airstrip fed into the widest road I’ve ev
