11:8

That really described this near debacle of an operation didn’t it. Look for what was under the surface before you get your leg bitten off by alligators, or crushed by rocks, or shot by snipers for that matter.

But for now, there was just one focus. He needed to find the beaver, remove him as a variable, and retrieve the documentation that had been his primary objective all along. And, it seemed probable, that this could be accomplished on the other side of this rather shabby door.

Edward shivered and took a moment to preen his fur. Presentation counts, he reminded himself.