Summary: Sea otter stew, this time coconut flavored. Just two mercenaries on a mission to rescue a hostage from the tropical jungle. But as you might have noticed the "sea otter stew", they're probably busy, and the hostage should start looking out for themselves the sooner the better.
Note: when i was on my vacation, eating wild banana from trees and paddling with my pathetic tiny arms, all i was thinking was: man, i gotta inflict this pain on them hoes...though they might actually enjoy it...i don't even know if they get sea otters in Indonesia... --- Ogata was rolling up the tangled paracord when finishing his mission brief. His eyebrow lifted at the mention of an extra hand. He didn't like it. A job should be fast and simple: get in, get out, get paid. That's how he liked it.
This mission looked standard enough. Some wealthy old man with a dirty little secret, whose associate had walked into a honey trap set in a tropical paradise. Now Ogata had to extract the hostage.
The target was clearly holding something valuable, so much that the client didn't trust sending just one. Although his pay remained the same. So Ogata just shrugged. He carried his gear, strode through the jet bridge like any normal civil passengers, and slid his eye mask on. He was dead to the world long before the plane touched down in Jakarta.
The airport was air-conditioned, but the moment he stepped outside, a heatwave hit him square in the face.
It was then that the reality of the tropical climate truly sank in.
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