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Tflew by, and within a couple of days, a helicopter dispatched by Abner's people was buzzing over Fishing Village. The

villagers, who had only seen such marvels on TV, swarmed excitedly around the landing site.

Three choppers in all had arrived, and the leader began showing around a picture of Abner, asking if anyone had seen him. It

wasn't long before the trail led to Tobias.

Tobias' eyes sparkled with recognition. "That's Abner, my brother from another mother! He's at my place. Con, I'll show you!"

He led the way, cheeks flushed with excitement. Helicopters! Three of them! Just like in the movies! Who on earth was Abner, to

arrive in such style?

A group of about eight men followed Tobias to his home, and their brows furrowed at the modest living conditions. Abner emerged

to a chorus of concern.

"Boss, you alright?"

"Mr. Abner, you had us worried sick."

"We've got the traitor locked up, just waiting for you to give the word."

Their genuine worry for Abner was palpable. After a quick check to confirm he was unharmed, they were ready to leave.

Abner was set to depart immediately but paused when Tobias asked, "Handsome, are you going to leave?"

"Head to the nearest town, draw sextra

men took off again in

ruffled Tobias" hair. "I'll stick

pang of melancholy but knew deep down that Abner belonged to

to the

tents in the yard to settle in

had been meager, and his dad hadn't brought much fish

to return from town

for groceries but hadn't returned by eight o'clock. Tobias becconcerned; his

usually back by now.

the men camping in the yard, "Hey guys, any of you got a cell? I need to

phone. Tobias dialed Jackson's number, but there was no

about to head out when Abner, seeing his

join the search.

party combed the road between Fishing Villiage and

avail.

dawn was breaking, Tobias sat down on the ground,

helicopters in the search,

to the

garden, memorial papers lay scattered, dampened by the morning mist and dissolving into the

day, not

yard, Abner heard the mournful sound of a bugle playing in the

the body for any clues, but the wake was crowded with

for outsiders to

Jackson now missing, the village had lost two