Cooked.
I ran out of steam,
I probably won't make it
The hill was too large
I didn't keep track
It's almost too late for me
I'm bad at time use
My trials were large
Many insurmountable
I doubt my success
1/5/60, 6:27
Dendrologicheskiy Park, Yekaterinburg
Two benches, six trees, and a phonebooth. A man waits, clearly anticipating something. The weather is overcast, the park is deserted and a air of despair overhangs the scene. Then, the phonebox rings.
30/4/60, 22:49
Skies above Beloyarskiy Rayon, Sverdlovsk Oblast
A plane is circling, capturing photographs, and will soon report back to base in the US. Unbeknownst to the pilot, a threat approaches. A Russian surface to air missile, having detected the aircraft, strikes the plane. The pilot survives, as does the valuable intel it carries. The wreckage lands in a field near the town of Kosulino.
1/5/60, 6:29
Dendrologicheskiy Park, Yekaterinburg
"…Now, down to business. One of our own has been downed nearby. A field near Kosulino, to be precise. I need you to recover the film from that camera. The Militsiya will be attending the crash site, so speed is of the essence."
"Ok." The man replaces the receiver in it's cradle. He then starts running.
On the back of the intel recovered the below was written1, it has been digitised for ease of access.
"Two benches, six trees, and a phonebooth."
