NorthWest Chronicles Adventure

The main house was a dark, two-story affair built in a tropical colonial style, with hardwood balconies encircling the entire upper floor. The grounds of the estate were awash with colored lights from numerous paper lanterns strung about, as was the house itself. Music blared and the sounds of laughter and the clink of glasses floated over the manicured lawns. There appeared to be a large cocktail party going on, which had spilled into the gardens – as if the place was not already an obstacle course.

From his vantage point in a tree tall enough to see over the high rough stone walls, David North pulled the tiny night imager from his eyes. He shook his head in confusion and pinged his Resource Team leader with a pair of quick blinks, on the silent circuit, using the code to request verification of his location. There was no response. Frowning, he broke comm silence.

“Hey, are you guys getting this?” he whispered. The pair of VDOs he wore in his eyes, contact lens-like video display overlays, were supposed to be transmitting what he saw to his home team. He concluded something must be jamming his internal commsystem, adding credence to the theory that this must be the right place after all. The drawback, he realized, was that he would not be able to ask for back-up, if it came to that – a moot point, as that was something he rarely did.