Post by jeffrey on Apr 19, 2010 12:52:18 GMT -5
As you enter the airfield, you notice that it looks quite different. There are no army vehicles and no personal seems to be around. Sgt Jones is noticably gone and you let the quietness sink in. Perhaps you can go looking for this idol without any distractions. As you walk down a line of aircrafits, you are surprised to see a figure in the showers. It's a lanky man that's doing muay thai stretches on top of a broken plane engine. As he notices you, he throws his hands up in the air and hops down.
Whoooooa, dude. Amaste. Peace, brother.
He dusts himself off as you get a good luck at him in the sunlight. He's a caucasian man with a California accent, decked out in hippy clothes. What he's doing in New Guinea is unknown to us, but I suppose we've seen stranger things. He throws his arms down and does a handstand, moving his legs slowly left to right.
Hummmmmm, ooooommmmmmmmm, romoyonaaaaaaaaaa
He hops back up to his feet and stretches his arms out to the right.
So. What are you? DEA? FBI?
What the hell?
Oh wait, I think I know who you are. You're that... Private Conway, right? I overheard that loud mouth bitching mentioning you.
Sgt. Jones? What does this guy have to do with anything? You cut to the chase and ask who he is.
Oh me? Name is...
He looks around a bit.
Let's just call me Jeffrey. I'm a man of peace. But some radicals across the village are not respecting my peace. Generals, right wingers, fascists. They're stumbling on my land and pitching a flag on it, man. They're calling this their property.
And it's yours?
I've been out here for 5 years, man. Took a trip out here a long time ago, never left. This place is my paradise. And now for the past few weeks I have to go in hiding everytime I see some camoflagued commando walking around looking for my prized possession, man.
So that's why they're here?
I had a box hidden around here in the airfield and now it's gone. Someone took it, I don't know who. But it has to be somewhere on this island, man. THere's no way they could have gotten far.
The "dude" paces around.
You need to find that box for me, man. Help me, and I'll help you.
Help "Jeffrey" find his box. It's somewhere on this island. Once you find it, copy & paste the link as the password to the next section to move on.