Not much sunlight in the rain-forest. Lil Porter feels something eyeing him from the shadows….
Crikey! Time to move along….
All sorts of wildlife here in the rain-forest.
This one looks like he could be eyeballing his next meal. What it could be?
This does not look good for Lil Naboo fighter!
Lil Porter quickly thumbs a new text:
Your man found. Request means of extraction and rendezvous intel.
He receives the following:
Good work. Make your way to coordinates zero-eight-dot-two-two. Your party will be waiting.
<to be continued>