Zora marched into the base with her head high. Okay, so Marc had outsmarted her. She shouldn't have expected any less, he's in charge for a reason. She needs to just move past this and continue her investigation. But she would be a lot more careful from here on out.
Death looked at her watch when they entered the lounge. "Cutting it kind of close," she said. "Another five minutes and we would have gone there ourselves. To make sure nothing happened to you."
"I can take care of myself," Zora said.
"I know. Just making sure."
Alex looked between them. "Did I miss something?"
"We've got a lead in Kenya," Rodrigo called. "Someone bought up forty acres of grassland and burned 256 into it. Local politics are gonna be mad. A bunch of news channels have already picked up the story." He closed tabs on his computer and grabbed his briefcase.
"Marc! We're going to Kenya!" Death called. "Make sure Cindy gets a briefcase and a badge."
"On it," he answered. "Okay, first, you need a briefcase. It has basic emergency supplies, food and water, and a first aid kit. You can also put some tools in it that you frequently use on missions, if you want. Every time you leave the base, you take this with you. Better safe than sorry, and you never know what could happen. Also, here's a badge. Let's go."
They sprinted into the jet and flew.
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Mistério / Suspense256. A number scattered across the universe. Every time something extraordinary happens, there it is. Why? How? Is this a message? And if so, then who from? No one has any answers. So ICE (inexplicable circumstances and emergencies) starts investiga...
