“Supplies?”
“Yes, many supplies. Boxes and containers.” Munro left the Free Sex pictuher others, walking
beneath the crushed tail section to examine Free Sex pictuher the Free Sex pictuher far side of Free Sex pictuher the plane. The
port wing, concealed from their view, was blackened and shattered, the
Free Sex pictuher engines gone. That explained why the plane Free Sex pictuher crashed—the Free Sex pictuher last FZA missile had
found its target, blowing away most of the port wing. Yet the wreck
remained oddly mysterious to Munro; something about its appearance was
wrong. He looked along the length of the fuselage, from the crushed nose,
down the line of windows, past Free Sex pictuher the stump of wing, Free Sex pictuher past the rear exit
doors....
“I’ll be damned,” Munro said softly.
He hurried back to the others, who were sitting on one of the tires, in the
shadow of the starboard wing The tire was so enormous that Ross could sit
on it and swing her Free Sex pictuher feet in the air without Free Sex pictuher touching the Free Sex pictuher ground.
“Well,” Ross
said, with barely concealed satisfaction.
“They didn’t get their damn supplies.”
“No,” Munro said. “And we saw this plane the night Free Sex pictuher before last, which means
it’s been down at least thirty-six hours.”
Munro waited for Ross to figure it out.
“Thirty-six hours?”
“That’s right. Thirty-six hours.”
“And they Free Sex pictuher never came back to get their supplies
“They didn’t even try to get them,” Munro said. “Look at the main Free Sex pictuher cargo
doors, fore and aft—no one has tried to open them. I wonder Free Sex pictuher why they never
came back?”
In a section of dense jungle, the ground underfoot
crunched and crackled. Free Sex pictuher pushing aside the palm fronds, they saw a carpeting
of shattered white bones.
“Kanyamagufa," Munro said. The place of bones. He Free Sex pictuher glanced quickly at the
porters to see what their Free Sex pictuher reaction was, but they showed only puzzlement, no
fear. They were East African Kikuyu and they had none of the superstitions
of the tribes that bordered the rain forest.
Amy lifted her feet from the sharp bleached fragments. She Free Sex pictuher signed, Ground
hurt.
Elliot signed, What place this?
We come bad place.
What bad place?
Amy had no reply.
“These are bones!” Ross said, staring down at the ground.
“That’s right,” Munro said quickly, “but they’Free Sex pictuher re not human bones. Are they,
Elliot?”
Elliot was also looking at the Free Sex pictuher ground. He saw bleached skeletal remains
from several Free Sex pictuher species, although he
could not immediately identify any of
them.
“Elliot? Not human?”
“They don’t look human,” Elliot agreed, staring at the ground. The first
thing he noticed