As the sun makes its final passage into the eastern horizon, I am slowly scanning the terrain for any slight movement. My eyes are unfocused, a result of years of training at ""The FactoryÓ, so as to catch any menial amount of movement present. Sebastiaen, my brother and best friend, is slowly making his way into the compound. We haven't had contact with the rest of our team in forty-eight hours and I can tell that Bas is worried. Why shouldn't he be? I am just as worried. Zo, who hasn't been in the field since we thought that we had lost Shaun, was bringing himself out of semi-retirement, Katarasina, Bas' assistant who is secretly in love with the idea of fieldwork, and Bas is finally getting to show her stuff. And the two newest acquisitions to the team; Kaleo Kalani, the Hawaiian recruit just out of the factory, has yet to see this kind of action, and NÕKia, the rogue MI-6 agent brought in to fill in the holes left by Shaun and Nancy. I just wish we had ...