"Great! Follow me back to the tourist hut." I followed her back to the hut which was only a short walking distance from the pool. As we approached the...hut, I could see two older women looking around at the guide books and souvenirs lining the walls and racks of our small hut. Both had long greyish hair and looked to be in her 50's. They both wore khaki shorts that were at mid-thigh, under armour tees, sunglasses, and hats. Needless to see, I was under dressed for any hiking occasion. "Hello. Brad tried to groan as he opened his eyes but found his mouth stuffedwith something firm. He was facing a wall, a wall with a bank of TVscreens, it was about arms length away and directly in front of himsurrounded by the screens was an opening in the wall. Bright lightpoured out of it, he could feel the heat on his eyelids even at an armslength, and sticking out of that was the handles of some item he couldnot see.As he stared at the wall the screens leapt to life. The one just to theleft of. The first was an antique leather-bound journal with a worn strap holding its covers shut, the second was a heavy envelope with my name, Melissa Gordon, written on it in neat (if old-fashioned) cursive hand. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the accompanying diary to the nearest living heir of the doner.. Carmen Sanchez led the group at the lower mine entrance who helped the People wipe out the detachment in the wash. Jamaal risked his neck to pull a wounded comrade out of the line of fire and get him to the mine for medical treatment. Crystal Adams was one of the snipers in the hills. Her spotter told of how, after making her first kill, she threw up in the rocks, then wiped her mouth and went back to her firing position. All in all, her spotter said, she killed eight of the invaders.I took.