DISPATCH3
FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH QUEST
Quest Date March double two y2k
Action Frantic
They
come over in squadrons, formation flying, not that I haven't
seen that sort of thing before but we're not talking about your
normal Canadian geese, here, jimmybob, these are big suckers
with beaks like to tear your kidneys out be ye so naive as to
lie stomach down sleeping or daydreaming.
What message do they carry? Two people were talking and I listened, hoping for some clue.
"I'm sixty-four years old," a not-so-old doof was saying to a lovely young lady..
"Sixty-four, huh? Gee, you look terrific."
"I try to keep in shape, one way or another."
"That's what Florida does for you. Ponce de Leon really did find the fountain of youth down here, you know that?"
My
ears perk up. I lean in closer, the old ears aint what they used
to be, but the movement alerts them and they pull away talking
quiet and I can't catch what it is; something about up north,
where the action . . . everyone in on it . . . I'm already leaning
too far, and catch my nose on the cactus . . . ouch . . . by
the time I yank out the sticker they are gone, the last thing
I heard was something about a vial, or was it they said the taste
was vile?
I shook my head to clear it and there they were, that flock, or flight or formation or whatever you call them, waiting for me.
"Okay, boys," I said, "Where do we go from here?"
"Cocoa Beach," they cackled, "but you're
going to need the freebillortater."
It would be a little out of the way but I figured if I got going quick I could make it.
"Zweetwo, Sweeone, meet me at the substation. We've got a sighting. Relay our flite plan to Labhead1 and have her monitor us on channel 420."
"Roger, Quest 1. Copy."
I headed out
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