Thank you, Ying, Ellen, Jonathan, and David! And, of course, the super-cool people at Mesa Rim, who not only didn't bat an eye at the addition of a dinosaur to their clientele on their anniversary date, but even loaned us a dino-sized climbing harness:
Putting this together took longer than trying to climb up and down in a dinosaur-shaped airbag, but it was all totally worth it. Thank you, Ying, Ellen, Jonathan, and David! And, of course, the super-cool people at Mesa Rim, who not only didn't bat an eye at the addition of a dinosaur to their clientele on their anniversary date, but even loaned us a dino-sized climbing harness:
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Want to know what REALLY went down this day of [REDACTED] in [REDACTED]? Read the director's commentary edition - to be posted soon! April had been an awful, awful month, and the beginning of May hadn't been much better. Sure, a lot more (deserved) downtime, but it wasn't like we were actually enjoying it, being borderline comatose recovering. This weekend had been looking up, though - there had been intriguing rumors of a get-together, and maybe even a whisper of "cake" through the ranks - but I should have known anything that promising would not only be a lie, but was just the lead-in to something of equally opposite appeal: @#*^)$(^&# Can the universe not find anything to occupy these supervillains for longer than a week at a time? Seriously, my 4-year old nephew has a longer attention span. (And I really don't get how the human race has not already irradiated themselves into extinction when all these "objects of extreme power" have just been literally raining out of the sky. Surely this can't have been the only time in human history this has been happening, especially if the Asgardians visited enough times in the past to have sparked an entire religion on Earth.) I've heard MC joke about Hydra recruiting its minions out of high school, but you'd think a decades-old world-wide secret organization that had nearly toppled entire continents would be able to afford spellcheck. And ugh, if I've told JL once, I've told him a million times, he's got to set the record straight for that poor - Great. Yes, thank you, CL, for supporting the team spirit. Rah-rah. Still, it wasn't as if this situation wasn't exactly what we had all signed up for. In spite of the scant 8 hours' notice to prep and catch whatever sleep we could, we were geared up and ready to launch by the designated mission time. Man, do I miss Stark tech. I'd offer to give Director Fury a pedicure for a month if it might bring the quinjets back. But considering that the relationship between SHIELD and Stark is more volatile than the stock market, I guess we should feel lucky we even got a nice view and an insertion point within a mile of the area of interest. (An extra 600 feet of elevation that we didn't have to scramble up on hands and knees with extra gear would've been nice too. Just saying, if Santa - or Stark - wanted to be early this year.) For all the forbidding approach, though, we weren't alone ... several times, we were taunted by not-so-distant echoes of, "Hail, Hydra!" ringing through the gorge. We tried to put off climbing - and becoming (easier) targets to pick off - as long as possible, but when we were forced to unpack our harnesses for the final ascent, Mission Control came through just in time with additional intel.
We took turns heading up - it was slower than all of us tackling the ascent at once, but this way at least we could give each other some minimal cover during our most vulnerable moments. MC: New communication intercept, message as follows: May-: ztomzhz mzvydibn di qdxdidos ja njpoc atmopiv nphhdo. Pnz xvpodji, ncdzgy cvn wzzi ndbcozy di hdnndji omvdgn, da zixjpiozmzy ozmhivoz rdoc kmzepydxz. A (classified) number of analysts sitting at their desks in some (undisclosed) location, and they leave it to a handful of field agents clinging to some rocks (by their literal fingertips) to decrypt the message. Did we really need to start include pencil and paper (or an Emacs app) as part of the standard field kit? I'll give JL this much, though. He may be easy to distract at times, but he's no slacker - he jumped on the code before I had even managed to turn around to rappel down again: JL: Partial decryption: Eytreme readings in vicinity of South fyrtuna summit. MC: Those crafty HYDRA agents with their typos are trying to deceive you again. (If I had a quarter for every time MC threw in a dig on HYDRA's minion education ... well, I'd be on some private beach somewhere. Lounging, mind you, rather than storming the sands on some moon-less night, thank-you-very-much). JL: Full decryption: Eytreme readings in vicinity of South fyrtuna summit. Use caution, shield has been sighted in mission trails, if encountered terminate with prejudice." Well, that certainly made me feel all warm, fuzzy, and welcomed. Thankfully, it was soon followed by a much more decisive victory: Me? Engage in adolescent silliness? (You bet your sweet tush I would, particularly after the news of an added 7 miles and few thousand feet of elevation to scramble through while ducking HYDRA agents in a non-major-denominational god's equivalent of a scavenger hunt.)
JT: Copy. Have reached extraction point. Dumping and resupplying at visitors center. JT: At checkpoint. Gearing up. MC: Double-time it agents, HYDRA is on the move! Yeah, yeah, it wasn't as if we were loitering in some air-conditioned sedan chowing down on chicken sandwiches and chocolate bars. Still, the faster we wrapped this up, the faster we got to go home to hot showers and hot food. After a while, there came another ping from Mission Control, but since I was on point, I let the others field the communication. Not 5 seconds later, though, JL was exclaiming: "There's no way for me to solve this one!" That brought me hustling back. The guy liked to decrypt things in his downtime for fun. What on Earth or Asgard could have made him give up so quickly after just a single - MC: New HYDRA intercept: 統系換、侵入客駭牌盾被統系星衛頭蛇九 Ah, JL's one achilles. EL gave him a sympathetic pat and took over. "HYDRA's detected SHIELD's electronic incursions," she translated. "They're switching communications networks." Then a funny look came over her face and she added, "They messed up their name." Well. Nice to know that HYDRA was so consistent, even across language boundaries. All jokes aside, though, we were now dependent solely upon what our Eye-in-the-Sky could see on its own - not to mention that the land itself had its own hazards besides what HYDRA agents may be scurrying about. Swampy crevices where run-off had gathered and stagnated, hidden by lush patches of greenery until your next step was sucked into slime and mud. Vegetation that was an inconvenience at best, perhaps even lethal at worst - both JL and CL fell victim to one, though thankfully with only minor wounds. Rattlers and other poisonous fauna that could be more dangerous than any HYDRA - at least the latter were much easier to spot in this arid landscape. Navigation was challenging with only a few distant peaks to act as landmarks, and making course corrections for straying even just a few hundred feet was becoming taxing as we ran low on adrenaline and water.
Both energy and alertness were beginning to flag, though. It was a slow, grueling march, even if it had its own little perks. With a literal bird's eye view, it wasn't difficult to have the gaze roaming for more reasons than just spotting potential enemy agents.
Still, our conviction that this was the "right thing to do" was little comfort when we rested eyes on the next distant peak, where we would have to race HYDRA after what was already a long and difficult day. This was the last sprint. We were all becoming a little sloppy, allowing ourselves to be strung out along the ridge in our haste and exhaustion. We caught ourselves every so often, tried to reestablish proper procedure when we remembered, and were lucky we never encountered an ambush during the times when our attention lapsed.
There was nothing more to be done. Looking out over all that we had traveled - and had to travel again, if we wanted an extraction - with the knowledge of an incomplete retrieval hovering like a pall over us, I could feel my shoulders slumping. But then JL looked at us and said, "Come on, there's one more thing we can do while we're up here." Reminded that we still had two out of the three pieces in our possession and that HQ was busy trying to burrow its way back into the Hydra network, we were reminded that the mission wasn't quite over yet - enough that we remembered to start doing our jobs again. JT: Jon intercepted a suspicious character, but he knows nothing about the scepter. The less said about our journey back, the better. It had been a long, trudging, ignominious affair - of just wetting the tongue from our dwindling water supplies, but never enough to swallow a whole mouthful; of blazing wandering trails down dangerous washouts when we lost our way, legs numb and stumbling; of dodging Hydra patrols when they zipped by once we entered more familiar territories. Looking behind me, the two peaks that we had chased for over half the day seemed so small and insignificant - I turned back around, swallowing against the dryness in my throat.
It was a rough match, after the grueling marches we'd already been on. With little cover nearby and advanced warning of our arrival, the HYDRA agents had been prepared with a veritable stockpile of munitions, simply waiting for us. Forced into a full frontal assault, even freshly equipped, we were nearly mowed down in the very first wave - except that JL lured away the one minion left to guard the stockpile in a risky maneuver that would have left Agent S****** swooning ... leaving me an opening. I could hear the pounding footsteps of another Hydra agent at my five - far too close - but didn't let myself turn, just shot blindly over my shoulder to slow him down. I had my sights set on a veritable hand cannon that had been left oh-so-conveniently behind with their entire cache of ammo, and I swore by whatever gods were out there, they weren't going to steal something right out from under my nose again. I dropped my near-empty sidearm as I swept the new piece up in a clumsy scrape of plastic on stone. Didn't even shorten my stride as I dove right into the stockpile for a recharge. Swung around, muzzle-first, as I felt the sting of a near-hit zip past my ribs - and blasted my tail at near point-blank range as he ran straight into the shot. Hydra belated realized their mistake when I started to take them out with their own weapons. In short order, the rest of my fellow agents rallied around me, and now the tide had turned as we stood our ground at the top of the proverbial hill, dropping Hydra agents left and right. I whooped, smelling imminent victory ... but it wasn't until EL yelled over the din, "He's getting away with the third piece!" that I even realized there might be an even more important objective than clearing out some random Hydra outpost. Honestly, I still have no idea how I was able to cover the ground I did to catch up with her and the figure - hunched protectively over something in his hands - fleeing from the melee. The stand I had made over the stockpile had been one of half-stubbornness, half-practicality - I hadn't moved because I hadn't thought I would be able to move once my feet were planted and my knees locked. But it turned out that if you waved the cape in front of the bull enough, it didn't matter what shape the bull was in ... it was still going to lumber after you and do its bloody best to stomp you into the ground. It didn't take long. The rest of the SHIELD agents were beginning to stream out with us, sensing our urgency, leaving a skeleton crew to handle mop-up. The few Hydra still standing were also making a weak attempt to help their comrade escape - all of us spilling out into the open, thinning into individual skirmishes. I saw the target go down, but had barely enough time to hope that one of our own was close enough to scoop up the third piece before I had to focus on keeping my own skin intact. And then, EL delivered the coup de grace. (I think that's pretty incontrovertible proof that she's the staff's favorite.) So, mission accomplished. Our little field team got to keep our (thus far) perfect record.
(And then there was CAKE! There really are happy endings.) Santorini was such a last-minute shoo-in, I ended up grabbing the last flight of the evening back to Athens, just half a day before an early morning flight back to the US via Germany. Not the best of planning, as rather than run through the stress, logistics, and cost of getting to a hotel, sleeping for 4 hours, then getting back to the airport, I ended up just staying overnight at the airport. Luckily, Athens International is fairly used to such things: There were just bodies EVERYWHERE. Other than the obvious suckiness of doing an all-nighter though, I also made a new friend - a Chinese girl who randomly started talking to me in Chinese while I was waiting in baggage claim (I have no idea how she could tell I knew Mandarin) and it turned out she was doing the same thing I was, except traveling in the opposite direction; she was to head to Santorini in the morning. So we watched each other's bags and kept each other company for as long as she could stay awake, and I felt pretty proud of the fact that I not only managed to carry on a 3 hour conversation in Chinese but did so while exhausted. On the flight, the great thing was that I could watch three movies at once and even keep track of our flight progress at the same time. The worst thing was that I could watch three movies at once and even keep track of our flight progress at the same time. I've never had ADD so bad before. (And it was really weird to no longer be worried/thinking about where I'm going to stay tomorrow or how I'm going to get there.) Lol so glad I have Global Entry. Seriously, it was worth jumping through all the hoops to get it. Look at how many people were still stuck upstairs in customs and not retrieving their bags. (Some airport guy had to come and re-distribute all the bags so that they wouldn't logjam.)
And holy cow, I slept 11.5 hours straight the night I got home. But I suppose that's what happens when you get up to watch the dawn, catch an hour's nap after, then do a full day's hard scramble around an island and volcano, then catch a a flight, pull an all nighter at the airport, catch another 2.5 hour flight, wait through the 4 hour layover (cuz you don't dare nap after you nearly missed your second flight by nodding off for 30 mins unexpectedly), and then mostly only cat-nap through the next 12 hour flight and then valiantly try to stay up for another 7 hours in order to adjust to PST in one night. It's weird not to hear church bells chiming anymore. Los Angelex, CA |
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