Escape from Cambodia

KACELA

We got out of the jeep and began running parallel to the road, trying to put distance between us and the jeep.  We left all the packages, including the lovely fruit I had purchased and Earl’s new hat.  I was slightly offended he didn’t love it more.

I still held my phone and Mouse was tracking our position.  “There’s a river coming up,” he said.  “You can follow it down.  They build the northeast corner of the airport over the top of the river.  You can enter it at the road and then swim through the culvert.  There should be an access point in one of the hangers,” he said.

“Should be?” I asked.  “I’m not a fish.  Make sure that there’s a place we can get out before sending us down the river.”

“Checking.” Mouse said, ignoring my sarcasm.  “Okay, there is.  Hangar twenty.  I’ll send Tank ove