The sun shown down on the island canopy. Making the large over hanging leaves glow creating dim light in the dark of the massive forest. Cicadas chirped noisily in the hip tall grass. The air trapped by the trees and vines was humid making the heat even harder to stand. The soft snap of twigs echoed in the forest as heavy boots flattened a path between the towering trees. "How much farther?" A red faced portly man dressed in a sweat stained beige uniform questioned; looking frustrated.
Soft laughter answered him as their guide turned around. Long rouge locks framed delicate features. Sifting through her many pockets the woman pulled out a crinkled map. Unfolding it with her gloved hands the woman eyed the surrounding area. "Getting antsy, General?" The woman lowered the map a smile playing at her lips. "It should be just over that hill." She pointed swiping back her bangs with her other hand.
The General squinted at her. "'It should be'?" He repeated as the woman climbed over the falle