That’s what I call it just before it is time and butterflies fill my stomach and questions fill my mind. “Do I really want to do this? Is the da...ger worth the reward?”The dampness between my legs answered my question. I was going to do this! So as a symbol of my commitment to proceed, I slipped off the backpack and took off my shorts and top. Then stuffing my clothes in a side pocket of the backpack, I carried it on up the hill to my chosen place.It felt strange to walk into the clearing. They got inside, and pressed to go to the top floor, standing there in silence the whole time. The doors opened, and they walked to the room where they’d been told to meet. The walked in, and saw six people; Antonella, Mary, Adam, Christophe, Cressida, and Ban Ki-Moon, who was sat in a chair being held by invisible restraints.“Mr Johnson,” said Antonella. “We meet at last.”“Took the words right out of my mouth,” said Frank. “So you’re the leader of these little band of terrorists.”“We’re not. I asked about phone and computer use. Satellite phones were the only thing that would work. Computers could be used but there would be no internet connection, which I expected. I moved back to the jump seat.I started a daily diary; I thought it may be interesting reading after my 6 weeks were over. I kept a separate ledger of things that Marcy could cross check for billing.Seven hours into the flight I was the kind of hungry that snacks could not cure. I was sure everyone else was too. This. His bottom large and muscular, he turns at his waist to reveal developed pecs and a strong jaw, glaring at me because he knows what I want from him. His eyes are blue, his hair short and brown, no hair on his beard save for the faintest stubble, his mouth is firm and resolute. He turns to reveal the rest of him, exposing a flat midsection with the faintest bulge of muscle, and large athletic legs. His almost hidden muscled abs for a funnel that forms a v, and meets his most distinguishing.