Jack guided us via cloudsurfing northeast until we reached a city. Jack plunked us down right next to a medieval church, near a bridge. Without a word, Jack took off at a quick walk across the stone bridge, sticking to the pedestrian walks. The church itself had been dark, but the city, especially across the bridge, seemed quite lively, still. Anna Maria quickly joined Jack, shaking her head, but not saying anything.
“Okay,” I whispered to Nat, who had started moving in the same direction. “What gives? Jack and a church?”
“Well,” she said, it is a pretty good place for us to dropdown. It’s closed and people aren’t likely to see us. What concerns me is that this place is very familiar to both him and Anna Maria. Unfortunately, after our little impromptu dunk in the sea, I can’t use my phone. Last time I tried, it didn’t do anything. I’m going to have to take it apart to blow all the water out.”
I fished my phone out, still in its drybag.
“Since when do you do that?”
“Since Russia. You can use the phone through the bag. Sometimes the audio gets distorted, but it still works.” I held the bag out to her.
She quirked an eyebrow at me. “Why don’t you use it?”
“Positronic lightning. Guessing that won’t work on the electronics too well.”
“Ahh, good point.”
“We’re here,” Jack announced, stopping in front of Middle Eastern restaurant.
“Okay,” I said, “last time I checked, Iran is way southeast of us.”
“So what? They have awesome kebabs here, but the real reason is the desserts” He chuckled. It was a disturbing chuckle that I had come to know as the Jack chuckle. It wasn’t a good sign.
Anna Maria rolled her eyes.
Definitely not a good sign.