One Apple A Day #120
No places to hide. Mike keeps driving on the narrow road, slowly to check the surrounding but not enough to attract curious eyes. He has been driving for almost an hour now. He left the small family B&B where he is staying immediately after breakfast. The area he had to explore is quite wide, but he laid down a good plan. He must be sure to check every spot without passing by the same place twice. It is probably an unnecessary precaution in such place, but this is why he is so good at his job. He minimises the risks through meticulous planning. This was supposed to be an easy task. Find and eliminate.
What did he say?
“He is a dumb guy. You should finish the job in two days. Probably one if you’re lucky.”
Obviously, he is not lucky. Mike has been confined in this desolated Italian countryside for three days. There’s not much left to check. He turned every stone in a ten km radius from the B&B. He is hiding somewhere here. The problem is that there are no places to hide. It’s almost empty fields, trees, some houses here and there, some wrecked buildings. He checked every construction even if he knows that he would never hide there. The last resort is the woodland. Mike hates woods. He is a city guy. Asphalt and concrete are his natural elements.
The last part of the road has no tarmac, but it’s still driveable even in his rented small family car. There are already a few cars in the parking outside the refuge. That’s perfect, being the first would capture the attention of the other drivers. Now he is just one of the many people who love to walk in nature in the morning.