“You can’t wander off in the jungle. By foot it will get months to arrive at the Lost City.”
That’s true. But now that the book is so near… I can nearly smell it… “What do you suggest?” I ask.
The man’s eyes run to Chance and then to Danny, as to assure himself he is not stepping on anyone toes. Then: “ Chance knows half the map. Previously Grissom identified an area of Peru with analogies with Tanfo’s picture. Chance will confront the two things, and with his metahuman enhanced holistic abilities… the thing you call “superluck”… he will find the right spot to which Mxy will teleport us. Not on land, to avoid any casual contact with locals or the Omicrons… but at one miles high above… the ones able to fly on their own, the others on the back of Drax. Then, from air will locate the lost city’s place, see if there are any danger in sight, and then will land. Chance, Danny… do you approve?”
The other two nods their heads.
Kristogar looks at everyone else: “Any objections?”
No one speak.
I look at my sword. At the time of the circus I was the one that came up with this sort of plans… now I go straight across the trees…
