Novel & Cerita Last Port Of Call

They were just random cities that look like its being taught to a toddler in alphabetical order. Wait!! Accra. Buenos Aires. Carolina. Baghdad. Czech. Djibouti. Calabar. Dallas. Eastbourne. " There's a sequence. A, B, C. B, C, D. C, D, E. The next city should begin with a D. That's Da lat. " "Exactly.. So the person we're desperately searching for, is in Vietnam " " What do you mean by the person? We're after soldo aren't we? "

Tarsi's eyes were glowing and he seemed to be only half paying attention to his conversation with Jinx as he worked the auric yarn. "Fantastic." Jinx groaned. "Okay, that sucks. But I need to get going. The guys should be back soon and the copter will be ready. We're heading to the coast, a harbor town. Sunset Port, or something like that. Sundown Port!" Jinx remembered the name of the town. He had been heading for the decommissioned military airport that was just outside of it. For him, remembering the coordinates of the landing zone was much easier than the name of the place.

Adryan is my HOME. THE END

she sat on the chair and dailed Ana's number, Ana picked up in one ring. " Hello" Ana answered from the other end " what's going on girl?, i've been blowing your phone up since last night, i didn't sleep cause to be fair, you asked me not to" " hello Ana" Riley responded "i'm sorry i didn't call or anything, i was ermm, i had a very weird night" " Weird night?, what do you mean by that?" Ana asked " well, where do i start?, let's see, remember Jesse" Riley asked

I have to get there before its too late. While I drove fast the location kept changing. Now, they are in a remoted area. I had to change my direction. It was already noontime when I got here. The location stayed. I am now facing a large house. Jt seemed hunted. It was never been used or was it abandoned for many years. I slowly parked my car and entered the house when my phone rang. "You really are good are'nt you?" It was Niko's on the other side.

I wasn’t paranoid. The phone buzzed in my hand, pulling me back to the moment. I glanced down, reading the message that had just come through. The location was set: Port Castra. An old, forgotten dock on the outskirts of Nassau, where the tourists never ventured. I didn’t know the place well, but something about it felt right for a trap. “Port Castra,” I read aloud, feeling the weight of it sink in. “Looks like that’s where he wants to do this.” I scanned Tony and Petrov’s faces, hoping one of them had heard of it.

Make sure to give them a call. ...

He offers a piggyback ride back to the shore, and I accept without hesitation. We return shortly, and while Avery and Kalix take notice of our absence, it seems no one else has, not even Punky. As the sun dips below the horizon, signaling that it's time for us to depart, Max and I exchange phone numbers. The next few minutes are spent packing up our belongings, and when we say our goodbyes, everyone disperses in different directions.