Manhunt

         

        Bill and Evelyn were in the jungle - no cottage no Jaguar - no nothing, except maybe 

tarantulas. It was dark, but moonlit. Evelyn whispered, "hear that?" Bill tried listening. 

"Crack.-  snap - crack."  Then, about five or six men came crashing through the trees and 

bushes. 

     "Thought you saw the last of us huh?" It was Ed Sharp and his crew. He was hissing like a 

snake. Boy was he mad. "We made our own camp, caught our own food, shot wild pigs. I'm 

going to kill your friend as soon as I find him. Where is he?" Bill did not know what to say. He 

couldn't process all this that quickly. "I don't understand what's going on. What's happening?" 

"You know exactly what's happening - the two of you - the girl too - it's a plot and you're all 

going to prison for life - if you're lucky." He was hissing. You could nearly see his fangs, large 

teeth about to strike, "We are Federal Law Officers - this is treason. We have reason to 

believe you are plotting against the United States of America." 

     Bill feared for their lives. We'll help you Ed - in any way we can. Please put your guns 

away. Evelyn is very upset." 

     This worked and Ed seemed to take a long breath and settle down some. "You'd better 

cooperate. It's the wisest thing you could do." 

     He came to his senses. It was Vietnam all over again and the gooks all 

around you. Popping their rifles off. Pop pop pop - hitting the trees and the ground around 

you. "Get down!", was all he could say and the whole patrol got down as low as they could 

and began looking around. The popping stopped and someone whispered. "Maybe they left". 

     It was quiet and Ed was back in Costa Rica and doing his job. He breathed  deeply again. 

"OK, I want to find Harry."