-third person-
a week later...
Cursing, the man mopped sweat off his brow. His boss was a sonofabitch for making them come off their normal guard work to dredge the lake to find the cargo of the plane. He'd offered a five thousand dollar bonus for what was supposed to be a week of work but the only thing they'd managed to uncover was the body of the pilot, bloated and burned in the lake. Looking for the briefcase was beginning to feel like a lost cause, and there was no sign of Santiago De La Rosa. He was presumed dead, but he didn't matter anyways. There was no family looking for him like the weeping wife of the unfortunate pilot.
He stretched as a worker came in to be relieved from his shift in the lake covered in mud and algae. Offering him a bottle of water, he gave a
