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Kyle and Carla were fixing breakfast in the galley down in the main cabin. They were about four hours out of Maracaibo, and everyone had gotten at least six hours of sack time. The other guys were on deck and all the gear from the packs was stowed where a casual inspection wouldn’t find it.
If a customs agent tried a more thorough inspection, well, Kyle had a plan for that as well.
They worked together in easy familiarity though the ingredients were strange. Breakfast was going to be strong coffee and a bowl of yogurt filled with the strangest fruits he’d ever seen. Pineapple and papaya were normal enough, but the others…
It was fun, tasting two similar round, red fruits, one like a plum and the other a sour cherry.
“Wow.” Kyle saved his comment until after Carla had tasted the unh
