during the flight from Colorado, the Black Rook on the flight had mercifully induced some sleep on the three entertainers by rubbing some skin on their hands with a wet salve that forced sleep through an agent absorbed by the pores of the skin that was taken up by the blood....... while they slept the Black Rook had placed a radio/earpiece in their left ears and their jumpsuits had a microphone built into the threads of the fabric...... along with the parachutes (which the Black Rook wanted back) he had packed a glock semi-automatic pistol for each as well as food sources and some A-Salts -- what were A-Salts? For-military-use-only (as yet) salts - like Epsom salts that were rubbed onto flesh wounds and which had wonderful properties which were partially inspired and modeled on the action of maggots on flesh wounds (ie., that of disinfecting and healing open cuts) -- when rubbed onto flesh wounds, the salts, due to various chemical agencies were able to: absorb excess blood, stop bleeding through a haemoglobin agent, disinfect the wound, kill pain through a non-addictive morphine-like agent, stimulate immediate healing of the would through another agent that sent signals to the brain through a certain hormone to produce more white-blood cells quicker and faster.....
after despatching the three entertainers, the Black Rook on the plane realized that a wind was coming along out of nowhere and blowing them way of course toward an old (and of course still active) Russian minefield......
"squawk, that south-easter wind that's coming out of nowhere is blowing you toward yonder Russian minefield that you can see rushing up from below you framed by yonder orange grove and low hills... DO NOT MOVE after landing, i repeat, DO NOT MOVE after landing or you may die, remember to hit the ground rolling, try not to break any bones......"
a few moments later the three had hit the ground and according to the GPS sewn into the fabric of their outfits, had not moved after landing....
"don't even think about moving, not even to gather up your chutes," farther admonished the Black Rook.
The Black Rook noticed at his communication post by the cockpit of the plane that Stone was trying to make a phone call on his personal phone -- the number was listed in its address book as 'AGENT'....
"Throw your phone away immediately Agent Stone or I will call in an air strike to lock onto the vibrations it is releasing."
Evidently Stone threw the phone as it must has somehow freakishly upset an abnormally sensitive landmine by causing a huge explosion some 20 yards from where Stone landed.
The three entertainers stayed rooted to their spots.
"Do not move," said the Black Rook, "a helicopter will come by shortly to extract you, I repeat, do NOT move."
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