Being inspired, maybe - 9

A picture paints ... well, as many words as you like.  For instance:


And, then, the words:

"It's up there."

Giles was pointing at a random spot at the top of the range, this after gesturing in that general direction.

I knew I should have asked for better directions.  Giles was not the sort of person who dealt in hard facts or listened to closely to briefings.

"Exactly where up there," I asked, in a rather more harsh tone that I meant.

"You were at the same briefing.  No matter where it is, it's going to be a hard climb."

"Surely there's a road.  We can go so far, then do the climbing."

"We wouldn't cover a kilometer before they saw us coming.  You know as well as I do they have the whole road, and half the mountain covered."

"Then climb it is."

I noticed he had pulled out his binoculars and was sweeping the mountain slowly, then suddenly he stopped.

"There it is."

He handed me the binoculars and I followed his pointing finger til I found the spot, the eerie almost hanging off the side of the mountain, and then a glance below at the terrain.

Just another day at the office.


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