It was like war.

Two days under the radar. One day in insertion, and the next whipped past like a bad backlash. I smelled. Sweat, heat and desperation. The jungle was pungent with the alien and the green. Two days under rain and more rain. I smelled the rain, and the ozone of lightning-activated air.

Thinking. Thinking, thinking, thinking.

And it almost had that kind of drama. He wished me well, and I smiled. Our cars were parked outside. We waited, fidgetting with our pens. I considered the ways they could fuck us over. The first day was an open question. The second was a closed case.

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