Chapter Eight - Are You Call Me A f*****g Liar?
Haley felt the sweat dripping down her chest, her back ached through the weight of the bergen she was carrying. Although she was feeling the sting of the exercise, she was still holding back, keeping herself mid-field in order to keep her cover intact, and her status as the mole under wraps.
Finally, after an hour’s exhausting tramp through the dense jungle, the contestants reached a clearing. Tank, Woof, Kermit and Cigs stood arms crossed over their broad chests.
“Gather round and form up.” Kermit ordered.
The contestants all formed up into perfect rows and columns, as they would on the parade square back at the base.
“Place your bergen’s at your feet.” Kermit ordered.
Haley felt the relief from her aching back and shoulders as soon
