TRWD23

My Journal
By Harriman Nelson
23

“Remember,” Lee told me and my hiking buddies in the Observation Nose, as I put my mini notebook in my safari shirt’s pocket, “every so often, use your binoculars and take notes, for show and for real even before the rented mini-van gets you to Land’s End where you’ll begin the hike in earnest. Ham it up a bit. Stress to anyone in listening distance that the hand-held scanners are top of the line electro-magnetic bio scanners that are designed to pick up lingering bio trails from the kelpie. The record mode will actually transmit any holographic projector or residue to Seaview. Oh, and don’t eat or drink anything that hasn’t been packed by Cookie. Okay, all set?”
“All set,” I spoke for my team, pulling on my parka. “But if anyone asks, how are you feeling? Especially since McDonald is able to hike;”
“On the mend, but not well enough to hike five to ten miles, let alone one, but well enough to go along with Joe to check out some multi terrain vehicles I’d like to rent for more in depth scouting along the shore tomorrow.”
“Excuse me, sir,” O’Brien called out from the Control Room, “the mayor’s mini-van is here. And Mrs. Nelson called to say that she and Mrs. Crane are at the airport to bring Miss Nelson here."
"Fine,” Lee acknowledged then grabbed my arms, “Good luck, Harry. And thanks.”
And so Operation Expedition began.

Tilly's Tattler- The Expedition Begins

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