Go to Mr. Rezvy

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Las Vacaciones seemed nice enough from three miles out, but you knew the resort town was the pretty face the government was putting forth to the world. No doubt an hour's travel inland would expose the country for the mess it was. At least it wasn't too hot, and it could only smell better than the hold of the Dutch freighter you had hitched a ride on.

I disembarked with my rucksack, my Glock, and the sun in my eyes. A peasant boy was trying to pry my pack away from me, so that he could carry it and then ask for a tip. I shooed him away and looked down the dockyard to see if I could find Mr. Rezvy.

A portly man with a graying beard and a Hawaiian shirt walked up to me, a cigar between two meaty fingers. He grinned and stuck out his hand.

"You are the beacon, yes?"

Status
Health 100 Equipment:

Rucksack Glock

MP 0
Level 0


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